1) look back immediately when you feel a presence in the dark.
2) if you see someone eerily identical to you, walk closer to them, they're completely friendly and won't hurt you.
3) if you hear hushed voices giving you advice and guiding you to death, let them. living isn't essential, death brings you freedom and what you desire.
4) light can blind your eyes, run away at full speed. if your reflection in the mirror tries to shake your hand, do not let it.
5) all of the above is false. the only way to survive is by doing the opposite.
──── 「지성」 ( ✿︎ ) who knew your shy eye-candy-ship , jisung , secretly loved you? you did after reading his diary and you complete his wish . . . that is a kiss .ᐟ ✮
✦ oneshot, fluff, high-school au, shy! pjs, ft. ningning & chenle, a kissᵗᵐ ✶ लवर्स 𓂃⋆.˚ down bad! 𝒑.jisung ᯾ classmate! 𝒇.reader .𐙚 ݁ ˖ ʬʬ 2645% ᝰ.ᐟ
☆ 14 ⋆ the sun ୨ৎ cupid’s cards .𖥔 ݁ ˖
HE HAS IT INCREDIBLY EASY. all he has to do is smile and you’re mesmerized. there’s something about those boba eyes, you swear that gets you so entranced in a second as his figure enters your peripheral vision.
you hold your cheek in your hand, writing haphazardly and uncaring about your handwriting, which was evident, as you steal glances at his ‘heavenly’ face card, your words by the way.
park jisung looks like the main male interest of a rom-com k-drama that is popular mainly because of his face with the sunlight shining from the windows hitting the planes and crevices of his face perfectly as if they, too, want you looking at him constantly.
and to top it all off, he’s the textbook shy, reserved nerd boyfriend. he’s quiet, and rather shy for someone who looks like he stepped out of a vogue magazine.
“he’s the most handsome man i’ve seen in my whole life, i swear, yizhou.” you say dreamily, still having your gaze fixed at him when the bell rings and everyone shuffles out like they were held hostage upto now.
“are you sure you don’t like him?” ning yizhou, your bestfriend, rolls her eyes exaggerated-ly. you smack your lips, turning your face to face the chinese girl beside you, “yeah, i think we all know that he’s my eye candy.”
“really, your eye candy?” she emphasizes the word, wiggling her brows together. “can you simply shut up?” you shove her shoulder playfully, taking your bag and swinging it over your shoulder.
you glance at jisung’s desk for the last time, out of plain habit, when you see a diary on it. well, you’ve been called a cat-like human by your friends, and there is a saying that curiosity kills the cat . . .
so, you do as cats do, skipping over to his desk and looming over it as you examine the book before slowly picking it up. yizhou calls for you as she comes over to where you stand.
she tries to see what you’re looking at, but you turn your back to her as you hold the book. it has a chocolate brown leather cover, jisung’s initials pjs written on it with a white gel pen.
“it’s jisung’s personal diary, i suppose.” you finally turned back to face yizhou after she shook your shoulders. she gasped, “woah, what’s written in it?”
you sigh distastefully at her, in a joking manner, “let’s not breach his privacy, i’ll give it to him tomorrow.” you state as you walk down the stairs, holding the book to your chest.
“just say you want to talk to your crush.” yizhou scoffs, smirking at you. “no, i don’t want to just talk to him and no, he’s my eye candy. there’s a difference.” you retort.
“whatever makes you sleep at night, ms. eye candy connessouir.”
【──── ☾︎ ──────── ☀︎︎ ──────── ☽︎ ────】
THE DIARY FEELS LIKE A SACRED ARTIFACT. your fingers caress the leather of the cover, fingertips gliding across the shallow grooves and ridges of the surface.
you look at jisung’s diary intently, contemplating what to do with the book in your possession, thinking if you should read it or not as the imaginary angel and devil on both your shoulders voice their concers in your head.
it’s breaching his privacy!
it’s a book, books are to be read, duh.
it isn’t yours!!
just read it.
you turn the lamp that sits on your study desk on as you open the latch of the diary, because well, what’s the worse you could find in something like this? right?
the first few pages are normal, scribbles about how annoying mrs. lim and her mathematic assignments are, how his mom didn’t make his favorite dish that day, how chenle, his friend as you’ve came to know, was absent one day so he was bummed.
the usual you’d expect from a personal diary.
you let out a bored sigh, jisung is a rather simple, down-to-earth boy who doesn’t engage in drama, you know that but you still expected something that would amaze you about him.
although you did enjoy looking at his multiple alien doodles and spaceships. knowing he loves space, which is easy to say with how he has written whole essays about the topic, makes him even prettier in your mind.
handsome and smart? now, that is a package deal. i wonder what going on a date with him is like—
you stop your train of thought suddenly, what are you thinking? you really need to stay focused! no boy drama this year, you remind yourself, getting flashbacks of the great cheating boyfriend era. (your title for the period where you dated your cheating ex-boyfriend last year)
but after a few more pages, the inclusion of another pronoun other than the he/him/his and the they/them’s of his friends starts, she/her/hers.
she was ten minutes earlier than usual.
she didn’t have her favorite latte with her.
she really thinks i won’t notice her staring at me and not paying attention to mrs. kim; she’s oblivious and really cute.
now that sounds oddly familiar. . . you and jisung have mrs. kim for chemistry, but you leave it by thinking how would he notice, you’re discreet with your ways.
you’re not though, which you realise as you flip the next page and see your, yes, your entire name written with much more precision than everything else in the first line.
y/n’s driving me insane! i wish she’d actually come up to me and talk instead of staring at me like i’m her forbidden fruit, i’m not poisonous!!
you’re out of words to describe the emotions you feel, your heart is racing as you read the words out loud over and over again as if your mind was incapable of comprehensive his written words the first time.
one thing is for certain, you definitely like him, not because he has written multiple more pages about you, but because of the way your stomach flips as you think of how many glances of his went unnoticed by you, of how he would run his fingers through your hair as you read how he really wants to feel how your soft locks are like.
you realize yizhou was right, because your heart is beating at the pace of a mile a minute and you look like a bright cherry red tomato as you lean back to see your reflection in the mirror.
just reading what he thought is driving you crazy, what will happen when he says it to you out loud is what you’re thinking when you see the only sentence written on the next page of jisung’s diary:
i really like y/n, i’m sure of it now.
as you trace your finger over the curves of the letters written in ink, you’re unsure of how you go about this, as up until two seconds ago you refused to even think of liking him.
but seeing the words your mind can’t help but think of his laugh when his friend makes a joke so unfunny it’s funny, his smooth voice as he passes a comment about how jaemin is in no way straight, etc . . .
the more you think, the more the obvious paints itself in your mental canvas — you like park jisung. in the i really want him to look at me like i’m the best thing in his life way.
maybe yizhou really was onto something when she relentlessly kept shipping you with him. well, from what you know about him with the help of some more pages of his diary, you know he won’t do anything. so, reasonably, you’ll take matters into your own hands.
you can’t wait for tomorrow.
【──── ☾︎ ──────── ☀︎︎ ──────── ☽︎ ────】
THERE’S NO BACKING AWAY NOW. no one’s rushing or forcing you to do this per se, however you really need to pull your big girl pants up and talk to him.
you were already antsy when you walked into your class, but then the one and only park jisung came in his black t-shirt with an oversized pastel yellow shirt and similar raven jeans glory with his bag slung over his shoulder and you basically went crazy.
unbeknownst to you, he’s going insane on the inside, he hadn’t seen his diary after he used it to doodle so as to pass time yesterday. he came back when he realized, but to no avail his desk was bdevoid of any books.
alarm sirens are going off in his head, he wished the person who took it dropped it off at his desk, yet the wish wen’t unanswered. or so he thought.
you took a deep breath, thinking it’s showtime, baby. you stood up, speed walking in jisung’s direction with the hopes of accomplishing your mission before yizhou comes and does her fangirl-ing.
jisung is trying his best to maintain a proper conversation with chenle as one too many thoughts of what could’ve happened to his diary are clouding his mind.
you clear your throat catching their attention. he turns back and you can feel your heart race already. jisung’s hair falls perfectly on his forehead, reaching the tips of his eyelashes, his skin glowing under the morning sunlight coming through the glass windows.
“mrs. lim asked me to take you to her office.” you lied through your teeth, batting your lashes as if to make it more convincing and . . jisung is some-what of a fool.
a fool who’s in love with you.
so, thinking god is compensating for ruining his sleep as he couldn’t stop thinking about his diary by allowing him the opportunity to be in close quarters with you; jisung stands up, a bit too abruptly for chenle to not make fun of him for being down bad.
“yeah, sure — ofcourse, why not? let’s—let’s go.” he says, mentally dying inside everytime he makes a mistake as chenle just barely contains the laughter urging to tumble out of him.
woah, he’s even more shy that he seems in his diary.
you think as you nod and walk ahead as he follows you suit out of the classroom. you lead him to an empty classroom nearby with success due to the fact that jisung is too busy biting his lip and trying to stay calm at your figure that’s infront of him.
you open the door and lead him in before closing it behind you. jisung looks perplexed, like a cute hamster who isn’t aware of where it is. he’s so adorable, despite his super handsome face. that makes you like him even more.
he turns around when he hears the click of the door, to see his diary in your hands and the glint of a woman who’s ready to either ruin his life or make it ten times better in your eyes.
his eyes widen, alarms ringing in his head, what if you read it? you probably hate him now. his love life is now officially doomed. you will never like him. his academic career is so done for—
before he can think overthink more, you take a step towards him, your confidence making him gulp, “ji, do you think reading someone else’s journal is a violation of their privacy?”
i really should jump out of the window, right now.
his response comes delayed as he tries to stop the suicidal thoughts as he thinks of his impending doom, “i mean, yeah, i — i guess.” he doesn’t want you finding him even more disgusting so he agrees.
your brows raise in amusement, “well, i may have done something akin to that, yeah.” jisung ponders on what you’re insinuating, failing to do so when his thoughts get crowded by the fact that you’re walking closer to him.
his calves hit the teacher’s deck, putting his action of taking steps back as you move forward to a halt. you stiffle a giggle, he looks so cute like this, cheeks pink, ears and neck varying shades of cherry red of mixed embarrassment and shyness.
you’re so close to him, almost invading his personal space and his mind is going haywire by the second. “you look awfully half scared and half happy for someone who wishes i would talk to them, you know?” you tilt your head.
he’s feeling rather giddy, but then he looks at your lips and thinks, why hold back when you already know he likes you? “you’re pretty confident for someone who always looks at me but never dares to have a conversation with me.”
he also moves closer, face now centimeters away from yours. your eyes widen, taken aback from the sudden raise in courage. but, god, did that make him ten times hotter.
“you think i’m shy?” you bite your bottom lip, jisung’s gaze immediately dropping to the action. “yeah. got a way to prove me wrong?” he challenges you.
good thing you love challenges.
you never thought in a million years you’d kiss a man without asking him first. but you never thought you’d romantically pursue jisung either. so, safe to say people change.
your hand reaches to clasp the collor of his oversized shirt as you pull his tall figure and get on you tippy-toes to reach him. your fingers curl around the cotton as you connect your lips with his.
jisung’s eyes resemble saucers as he comprehends how you’re actually kissing him and his confidence fades faster than his smile when mrs. lim gives another assignment.
his eyes flutter shut as he responds to your touch. his hands gain control of your waist as your fingers move to the hair on his neck. he pulls you closer, the distance between you two close to nothing.
you two fit like a puzzle piece. it makes jisung blush, though he’s more red because of the fact that he is finally living his dreams. he pulls away after the need for oxygen becomes apparent.
“yeah, you’re the most confident person i’ve seen.” he says, panting. you giggle, a sound that’s pure, delightful music to him, “i’ve been told.”
“so, go on a date with me? today?” he asks, mainly because he wants to see you dolled up for him and today as he’s impatient. “want me that bad?” you ask teasingly.
he nods shamelessly now, his ears turning even redder. you laugh breathlessly as he pulls you in again, kissing you harder than the initial kiss. he loves the feeling of your lips on his and your scent clouding his senses.
your hands loop around his neck, his fingers firmly stay on your waist. the kiss makes you feel lovesick and dizzy in the best way you can think of.
as it turns out, reading someone’s personaly diary is an amazing decision to make! when that someone is your eye candy ofcourse.
𝓚𝑰𝑹𝑨'𝑺 𝙎𝒊𝙂𝓝𝘼𝙇 ( ˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗ ) yes it's still February wdym lmaooo I'm totally not 5 months late what r yall onnnn BUT UGH ANYWAYS forgetting the time, these serieses I make are never to complete the fics in a certain time, yes they're a goal, but to me completing a series is more important, even if it's 5 months late; so I'll try to continue and end this series and the deadline is before the new year ✌️ let's hope we do this gng ++ this is based on my fantasies about MYYYYY ACTUAL eye-candy like TT yeah this is what happened between us in our head 🤩 && LIKE + REBLOG = MWAH :3
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──── 「지성」 ( ✿︎ ) who knew your shy eye-candy-ship , jisung , secretly loved you? you did after reading his diary and you complete his wish . . . that is a kiss .ᐟ ✮
✦ oneshot, fluff, high-school au, shy! pjs, ft. ningning & chenle, a kissᵗᵐ ✶ लवर्स 𓂃⋆.˚ down bad! 𝒑.jisung ᯾ classmate! 𝒇.reader .𐙚 ݁ ˖ ʬʬ 2645% ᝰ.ᐟ
☆ 14 ⋆ the sun ୨ৎ cupid’s cards .𖥔 ݁ ˖
HE HAS IT INCREDIBLY EASY. all he has to do is smile and you’re mesmerized. there’s something about those boba eyes, you swear that gets you so entranced in a second as his figure enters your peripheral vision.
you hold your cheek in your hand, writing haphazardly and uncaring about your handwriting, which was evident, as you steal glances at his ‘heavenly’ face card, your words by the way.
park jisung looks like the main male interest of a rom-com k-drama that is popular mainly because of his face with the sunlight shining from the windows hitting the planes and crevices of his face perfectly as if they, too, want you looking at him constantly.
and to top it all off, he’s the textbook shy, reserved nerd boyfriend. he’s quiet, and rather shy for someone who looks like he stepped out of a vogue magazine.
“he’s the most handsome man i’ve seen in my whole life, i swear, yizhou.” you say dreamily, still having your gaze fixed at him when the bell rings and everyone shuffles out like they were held hostage upto now.
“are you sure you don’t like him?” ning yizhou, your bestfriend, rolls her eyes exaggerated-ly. you smack your lips, turning your face to face the chinese girl beside you, “yeah, i think we all know that he’s my eye candy.”
“really, your eye candy?” she emphasizes the word, wiggling her brows together. “can you simply shut up?” you shove her shoulder playfully, taking your bag and swinging it over your shoulder.
you glance at jisung’s desk for the last time, out of plain habit, when you see a diary on it. well, you’ve been called a cat-like human by your friends, and there is a saying that curiosity kills the cat . . .
so, you do as cats do, skipping over to his desk and looming over it as you examine the book before slowly picking it up. yizhou calls for you as she comes over to where you stand.
she tries to see what you’re looking at, but you turn your back to her as you hold the book. it has a chocolate brown leather cover, jisung’s initials pjs written on it with a white gel pen.
“it’s jisung’s personal diary, i suppose.” you finally turned back to face yizhou after she shook your shoulders. she gasped, “woah, what’s written in it?”
you sigh distastefully at her, in a joking manner, “let’s not breach his privacy, i’ll give it to him tomorrow.” you state as you walk down the stairs, holding the book to your chest.
“just say you want to talk to your crush.” yizhou scoffs, smirking at you. “no, i don’t want to just talk to him and no, he’s my eye candy. there’s a difference.” you retort.
“whatever makes you sleep at night, ms. eye candy connessouir.”
【──── ☾︎ ──────── ☀︎︎ ──────── ☽︎ ────】
THE DIARY FEELS LIKE A SACRED ARTIFACT. your fingers caress the leather of the cover, fingertips gliding across the shallow grooves and ridges of the surface.
you look at jisung’s diary intently, contemplating what to do with the book in your possession, thinking if you should read it or not as the imaginary angel and devil on both your shoulders voice their concers in your head.
it’s breaching his privacy!
it’s a book, books are to be read, duh.
it isn’t yours!!
just read it.
you turn the lamp that sits on your study desk on as you open the latch of the diary, because well, what’s the worse you could find in something like this? right?
the first few pages are normal, scribbles about how annoying mrs. lim and her mathematic assignments are, how his mom didn’t make his favorite dish that day, how chenle, his friend as you’ve came to know, was absent one day so he was bummed.
the usual you’d expect from a personal diary.
you let out a bored sigh, jisung is a rather simple, down-to-earth boy who doesn’t engage in drama, you know that but you still expected something that would amaze you about him.
although you did enjoy looking at his multiple alien doodles and spaceships. knowing he loves space, which is easy to say with how he has written whole essays about the topic, makes him even prettier in your mind.
handsome and smart? now, that is a package deal. i wonder what going on a date with him is like—
you stop your train of thought suddenly, what are you thinking? you really need to stay focused! no boy drama this year, you remind yourself, getting flashbacks of the great cheating boyfriend era. (your title for the period where you dated your cheating ex-boyfriend last year)
but after a few more pages, the inclusion of another pronoun other than the he/him/his and the they/them’s of his friends starts, she/her/hers.
she was ten minutes earlier than usual.
she didn’t have her favorite latte with her.
she really thinks i won’t notice her staring at me and not paying attention to mrs. kim; she’s oblivious and really cute.
now that sounds oddly familiar. . . you and jisung have mrs. kim for chemistry, but you leave it by thinking how would he notice, you’re discreet with your ways.
you’re not though, which you realise as you flip the next page and see your, yes, your entire name written with much more precision than everything else in the first line.
y/n’s driving me insane! i wish she’d actually come up to me and talk instead of staring at me like i’m her forbidden fruit, i’m not poisonous!!
you’re out of words to describe the emotions you feel, your heart is racing as you read the words out loud over and over again as if your mind was incapable of comprehensive his written words the first time.
one thing is for certain, you definitely like him, not because he has written multiple more pages about you, but because of the way your stomach flips as you think of how many glances of his went unnoticed by you, of how he would run his fingers through your hair as you read how he really wants to feel how your soft locks are like.
you realize yizhou was right, because your heart is beating at the pace of a mile a minute and you look like a bright cherry red tomato as you lean back to see your reflection in the mirror.
just reading what he thought is driving you crazy, what will happen when he says it to you out loud is what you’re thinking when you see the only sentence written on the next page of jisung’s diary:
i really like y/n, i’m sure of it now.
as you trace your finger over the curves of the letters written in ink, you’re unsure of how you go about this, as up until two seconds ago you refused to even think of liking him.
but seeing the words your mind can’t help but think of his laugh when his friend makes a joke so unfunny it’s funny, his smooth voice as he passes a comment about how jaemin is in no way straight, etc . . .
the more you think, the more the obvious paints itself in your mental canvas — you like park jisung. in the i really want him to look at me like i’m the best thing in his life way.
maybe yizhou really was onto something when she relentlessly kept shipping you with him. well, from what you know about him with the help of some more pages of his diary, you know he won’t do anything. so, reasonably, you’ll take matters into your own hands.
you can’t wait for tomorrow.
【──── ☾︎ ──────── ☀︎︎ ──────── ☽︎ ────】
THERE’S NO BACKING AWAY NOW. no one’s rushing or forcing you to do this per se, however you really need to pull your big girl pants up and talk to him.
you were already antsy when you walked into your class, but then the one and only park jisung came in his black t-shirt with an oversized pastel yellow shirt and similar raven jeans glory with his bag slung over his shoulder and you basically went crazy.
unbeknownst to you, he’s going insane on the inside, he hadn’t seen his diary after he used it to doodle so as to pass time yesterday. he came back when he realized, but to no avail his desk was bdevoid of any books.
alarm sirens are going off in his head, he wished the person who took it dropped it off at his desk, yet the wish wen’t unanswered. or so he thought.
you took a deep breath, thinking it’s showtime, baby. you stood up, speed walking in jisung’s direction with the hopes of accomplishing your mission before yizhou comes and does her fangirl-ing.
jisung is trying his best to maintain a proper conversation with chenle as one too many thoughts of what could’ve happened to his diary are clouding his mind.
you clear your throat catching their attention. he turns back and you can feel your heart race already. jisung’s hair falls perfectly on his forehead, reaching the tips of his eyelashes, his skin glowing under the morning sunlight coming through the glass windows.
“mrs. lim asked me to take you to her office.” you lied through your teeth, batting your lashes as if to make it more convincing and . . jisung is some-what of a fool.
a fool who’s in love with you.
so, thinking god is compensating for ruining his sleep as he couldn’t stop thinking about his diary by allowing him the opportunity to be in close quarters with you; jisung stands up, a bit too abruptly for chenle to not make fun of him for being down bad.
“yeah, sure — ofcourse, why not? let’s—let’s go.” he says, mentally dying inside everytime he makes a mistake as chenle just barely contains the laughter urging to tumble out of him.
woah, he’s even more shy that he seems in his diary.
you think as you nod and walk ahead as he follows you suit out of the classroom. you lead him to an empty classroom nearby with success due to the fact that jisung is too busy biting his lip and trying to stay calm at your figure that’s infront of him.
you open the door and lead him in before closing it behind you. jisung looks perplexed, like a cute hamster who isn’t aware of where it is. he’s so adorable, despite his super handsome face. that makes you like him even more.
he turns around when he hears the click of the door, to see his diary in your hands and the glint of a woman who’s ready to either ruin his life or make it ten times better in your eyes.
his eyes widen, alarms ringing in his head, what if you read it? you probably hate him now. his love life is now officially doomed. you will never like him. his academic career is so done for—
before he can think overthink more, you take a step towards him, your confidence making him gulp, “ji, do you think reading someone else’s journal is a violation of their privacy?”
i really should jump out of the window, right now.
his response comes delayed as he tries to stop the suicidal thoughts as he thinks of his impending doom, “i mean, yeah, i — i guess.” he doesn’t want you finding him even more disgusting so he agrees.
your brows raise in amusement, “well, i may have done something akin to that, yeah.” jisung ponders on what you’re insinuating, failing to do so when his thoughts get crowded by the fact that you’re walking closer to him.
his calves hit the teacher’s deck, putting his action of taking steps back as you move forward to a halt. you stiffle a giggle, he looks so cute like this, cheeks pink, ears and neck varying shades of cherry red of mixed embarrassment and shyness.
you’re so close to him, almost invading his personal space and his mind is going haywire by the second. “you look awfully half scared and half happy for someone who wishes i would talk to them, you know?” you tilt your head.
he’s feeling rather giddy, but then he looks at your lips and thinks, why hold back when you already know he likes you? “you’re pretty confident for someone who always looks at me but never dares to have a conversation with me.”
he also moves closer, face now centimeters away from yours. your eyes widen, taken aback from the sudden raise in courage. but, god, did that make him ten times hotter.
“you think i’m shy?” you bite your bottom lip, jisung’s gaze immediately dropping to the action. “yeah. got a way to prove me wrong?” he challenges you.
good thing you love challenges.
you never thought in a million years you’d kiss a man without asking him first. but you never thought you’d romantically pursue jisung either. so, safe to say people change.
your hand reaches to clasp the collor of his oversized shirt as you pull his tall figure and get on you tippy-toes to reach him. your fingers curl around the cotton as you connect your lips with his.
jisung’s eyes resemble saucers as he comprehends how you’re actually kissing him and his confidence fades faster than his smile when mrs. lim gives another assignment.
his eyes flutter shut as he responds to your touch. his hands gain control of your waist as your fingers move to the hair on his neck. he pulls you closer, the distance between you two close to nothing.
you two fit like a puzzle piece. it makes jisung blush, though he’s more red because of the fact that he is finally living his dreams. he pulls away after the need for oxygen becomes apparent.
“yeah, you’re the most confident person i’ve seen.” he says, panting. you giggle, a sound that’s pure, delightful music to him, “i’ve been told.”
“so, go on a date with me? today?” he asks, mainly because he wants to see you dolled up for him and today as he’s impatient. “want me that bad?” you ask teasingly.
he nods shamelessly now, his ears turning even redder. you laugh breathlessly as he pulls you in again, kissing you harder than the initial kiss. he loves the feeling of your lips on his and your scent clouding his senses.
your hands loop around his neck, his fingers firmly stay on your waist. the kiss makes you feel lovesick and dizzy in the best way you can think of.
as it turns out, reading someone’s personaly diary is an amazing decision to make! when that someone is your eye candy ofcourse.
𝓚𝑰𝑹𝑨'𝑺 𝙎𝒊𝙂𝓝𝘼𝙇 ( ˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗ ) yes it's still February wdym lmaooo I'm totally not 5 months late what r yall onnnn BUT UGH ANYWAYS forgetting the time, these serieses I make are never to complete the fics in a certain time, yes they're a goal, but to me completing a series is more important, even if it's 5 months late; so I'll try to continue and end this series and the deadline is before the new year ✌️ let's hope we do this gng ++ this is based on my fantasies about MYYYYY ACTUAL eye-candy like TT yeah this is what happened between us in our head 🤩 && LIKE + REBLOG = MWAH :3
𓆩♡𓆪 taglist! @stewpidchezcat @seradollz ☆ OPEN !
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──── 「지성」 ( ✿︎ ) who knew your shy eye-candy-ship , jisung , secretly loved you? you did after reading his diary and you complete his wish . . . that is a kiss .ᐟ ✮
✦ oneshot, fluff, high-school au, shy! pjs, ft. ningning & chenle, a kissᵗᵐ ✶ लवर्स 𓂃⋆.˚ down bad! 𝒑.jisung ᯾ classmate! 𝒇.reader .𐙚 ݁ ˖ ʬʬ 2645% ᝰ.ᐟ
☆ 14 ⋆ the sun ୨ৎ cupid’s cards .𖥔 ݁ ˖
HE HAS IT INCREDIBLY EASY. all he has to do is smile and you’re mesmerized. there’s something about those boba eyes, you swear that gets you so entranced in a second as his figure enters your peripheral vision.
you hold your cheek in your hand, writing haphazardly and uncaring about your handwriting, which was evident, as you steal glances at his ‘heavenly’ face card, your words by the way.
park jisung looks like the main male interest of a rom-com k-drama that is popular mainly because of his face with the sunlight shining from the windows hitting the planes and crevices of his face perfectly as if they, too, want you looking at him constantly.
and to top it all off, he’s the textbook shy, reserved nerd boyfriend. he’s quiet, and rather shy for someone who looks like he stepped out of a vogue magazine.
“he’s the most handsome man i’ve seen in my whole life, i swear, yizhou.” you say dreamily, still having your gaze fixed at him when the bell rings and everyone shuffles out like they were held hostage upto now.
“are you sure you don’t like him?” ning yizhou, your bestfriend, rolls her eyes exaggerated-ly. you smack your lips, turning your face to face the chinese girl beside you, “yeah, i think we all know that he’s my eye candy.”
“really, your eye candy?” she emphasizes the word, wiggling her brows together. “can you simply shut up?” you shove her shoulder playfully, taking your bag and swinging it over your shoulder.
you glance at jisung’s desk for the last time, out of plain habit, when you see a diary on it. well, you’ve been called a cat-like human by your friends, and there is a saying that curiosity kills the cat . . .
so, you do as cats do, skipping over to his desk and looming over it as you examine the book before slowly picking it up. yizhou calls for you as she comes over to where you stand.
she tries to see what you’re looking at, but you turn your back to her as you hold the book. it has a chocolate brown leather cover, jisung’s initials pjs written on it with a white gel pen.
“it’s jisung’s personal diary, i suppose.” you finally turned back to face yizhou after she shook your shoulders. she gasped, “woah, what’s written in it?”
you sigh distastefully at her, in a joking manner, “let’s not breach his privacy, i’ll give it to him tomorrow.” you state as you walk down the stairs, holding the book to your chest.
“just say you want to talk to your crush.” yizhou scoffs, smirking at you. “no, i don’t want to just talk to him and no, he’s my eye candy. there’s a difference.” you retort.
“whatever makes you sleep at night, ms. eye candy connessouir.”
【──── ☾︎ ──────── ☀︎︎ ──────── ☽︎ ────】
THE DIARY FEELS LIKE A SACRED ARTIFACT. your fingers caress the leather of the cover, fingertips gliding across the shallow grooves and ridges of the surface.
you look at jisung’s diary intently, contemplating what to do with the book in your possession, thinking if you should read it or not as the imaginary angel and devil on both your shoulders voice their concers in your head.
it’s breaching his privacy!
it’s a book, books are to be read, duh.
it isn’t yours!!
just read it.
you turn the lamp that sits on your study desk on as you open the latch of the diary, because well, what’s the worse you could find in something like this? right?
the first few pages are normal, scribbles about how annoying mrs. lim and her mathematic assignments are, how his mom didn’t make his favorite dish that day, how chenle, his friend as you’ve came to know, was absent one day so he was bummed.
the usual you’d expect from a personal diary.
you let out a bored sigh, jisung is a rather simple, down-to-earth boy who doesn’t engage in drama, you know that but you still expected something that would amaze you about him.
although you did enjoy looking at his multiple alien doodles and spaceships. knowing he loves space, which is easy to say with how he has written whole essays about the topic, makes him even prettier in your mind.
handsome and smart? now, that is a package deal. i wonder what going on a date with him is like—
you stop your train of thought suddenly, what are you thinking? you really need to stay focused! no boy drama this year, you remind yourself, getting flashbacks of the great cheating boyfriend era. (your title for the period where you dated your cheating ex-boyfriend last year)
but after a few more pages, the inclusion of another pronoun other than the he/him/his and the they/them’s of his friends starts, she/her/hers.
she was ten minutes earlier than usual.
she didn’t have her favorite latte with her.
she really thinks i won’t notice her staring at me and not paying attention to mrs. kim; she’s oblivious and really cute.
now that sounds oddly familiar. . . you and jisung have mrs. kim for chemistry, but you leave it by thinking how would he notice, you’re discreet with your ways.
you’re not though, which you realise as you flip the next page and see your, yes, your entire name written with much more precision than everything else in the first line.
y/n’s driving me insane! i wish she’d actually come up to me and talk instead of staring at me like i’m her forbidden fruit, i’m not poisonous!!
you’re out of words to describe the emotions you feel, your heart is racing as you read the words out loud over and over again as if your mind was incapable of comprehensive his written words the first time.
one thing is for certain, you definitely like him, not because he has written multiple more pages about you, but because of the way your stomach flips as you think of how many glances of his went unnoticed by you, of how he would run his fingers through your hair as you read how he really wants to feel how your soft locks are like.
you realize yizhou was right, because your heart is beating at the pace of a mile a minute and you look like a bright cherry red tomato as you lean back to see your reflection in the mirror.
just reading what he thought is driving you crazy, what will happen when he says it to you out loud is what you’re thinking when you see the only sentence written on the next page of jisung’s diary:
i really like y/n, i’m sure of it now.
as you trace your finger over the curves of the letters written in ink, you’re unsure of how you go about this, as up until two seconds ago you refused to even think of liking him.
but seeing the words your mind can’t help but think of his laugh when his friend makes a joke so unfunny it’s funny, his smooth voice as he passes a comment about how jaemin is in no way straight, etc . . .
the more you think, the more the obvious paints itself in your mental canvas — you like park jisung. in the i really want him to look at me like i’m the best thing in his life way.
maybe yizhou really was onto something when she relentlessly kept shipping you with him. well, from what you know about him with the help of some more pages of his diary, you know he won’t do anything. so, reasonably, you’ll take matters into your own hands.
you can’t wait for tomorrow.
【──── ☾︎ ──────── ☀︎︎ ──────── ☽︎ ────】
THERE’S NO BACKING AWAY NOW. no one’s rushing or forcing you to do this per se, however you really need to pull your big girl pants up and talk to him.
you were already antsy when you walked into your class, but then the one and only park jisung came in his black t-shirt with an oversized pastel yellow shirt and similar raven jeans glory with his bag slung over his shoulder and you basically went crazy.
unbeknownst to you, he’s going insane on the inside, he hadn’t seen his diary after he used it to doodle so as to pass time yesterday. he came back when he realized, but to no avail his desk was bdevoid of any books.
alarm sirens are going off in his head, he wished the person who took it dropped it off at his desk, yet the wish wen’t unanswered. or so he thought.
you took a deep breath, thinking it’s showtime, baby. you stood up, speed walking in jisung’s direction with the hopes of accomplishing your mission before yizhou comes and does her fangirl-ing.
jisung is trying his best to maintain a proper conversation with chenle as one too many thoughts of what could’ve happened to his diary are clouding his mind.
you clear your throat catching their attention. he turns back and you can feel your heart race already. jisung’s hair falls perfectly on his forehead, reaching the tips of his eyelashes, his skin glowing under the morning sunlight coming through the glass windows.
“mrs. lim asked me to take you to her office.” you lied through your teeth, batting your lashes as if to make it more convincing and . . jisung is some-what of a fool.
a fool who’s in love with you.
so, thinking god is compensating for ruining his sleep as he couldn’t stop thinking about his diary by allowing him the opportunity to be in close quarters with you; jisung stands up, a bit too abruptly for chenle to not make fun of him for being down bad.
“yeah, sure — ofcourse, why not? let’s—let’s go.” he says, mentally dying inside everytime he makes a mistake as chenle just barely contains the laughter urging to tumble out of him.
woah, he’s even more shy that he seems in his diary.
you think as you nod and walk ahead as he follows you suit out of the classroom. you lead him to an empty classroom nearby with success due to the fact that jisung is too busy biting his lip and trying to stay calm at your figure that’s infront of him.
you open the door and lead him in before closing it behind you. jisung looks perplexed, like a cute hamster who isn’t aware of where it is. he’s so adorable, despite his super handsome face. that makes you like him even more.
he turns around when he hears the click of the door, to see his diary in your hands and the glint of a woman who’s ready to either ruin his life or make it ten times better in your eyes.
his eyes widen, alarms ringing in his head, what if you read it? you probably hate him now. his love life is now officially doomed. you will never like him. his academic career is so done for—
before he can think overthink more, you take a step towards him, your confidence making him gulp, “ji, do you think reading someone else’s journal is a violation of their privacy?”
i really should jump out of the window, right now.
his response comes delayed as he tries to stop the suicidal thoughts as he thinks of his impending doom, “i mean, yeah, i — i guess.” he doesn’t want you finding him even more disgusting so he agrees.
your brows raise in amusement, “well, i may have done something akin to that, yeah.” jisung ponders on what you’re insinuating, failing to do so when his thoughts get crowded by the fact that you’re walking closer to him.
his calves hit the teacher’s deck, putting his action of taking steps back as you move forward to a halt. you stiffle a giggle, he looks so cute like this, cheeks pink, ears and neck varying shades of cherry red of mixed embarrassment and shyness.
you’re so close to him, almost invading his personal space and his mind is going haywire by the second. “you look awfully half scared and half happy for someone who wishes i would talk to them, you know?” you tilt your head.
he’s feeling rather giddy, but then he looks at your lips and thinks, why hold back when you already know he likes you? “you’re pretty confident for someone who always looks at me but never dares to have a conversation with me.”
he also moves closer, face now centimeters away from yours. your eyes widen, taken aback from the sudden raise in courage. but, god, did that make him ten times hotter.
“you think i’m shy?” you bite your bottom lip, jisung’s gaze immediately dropping to the action. “yeah. got a way to prove me wrong?” he challenges you.
good thing you love challenges.
you never thought in a million years you’d kiss a man without asking him first. but you never thought you’d romantically pursue jisung either. so, safe to say people change.
your hand reaches to clasp the collor of his oversized shirt as you pull his tall figure and get on you tippy-toes to reach him. your fingers curl around the cotton as you connect your lips with his.
jisung’s eyes resemble saucers as he comprehends how you’re actually kissing him and his confidence fades faster than his smile when mrs. lim gives another assignment.
his eyes flutter shut as he responds to your touch. his hands gain control of your waist as your fingers move to the hair on his neck. he pulls you closer, the distance between you two close to nothing.
you two fit like a puzzle piece. it makes jisung blush, though he’s more red because of the fact that he is finally living his dreams. he pulls away after the need for oxygen becomes apparent.
“yeah, you’re the most confident person i’ve seen.” he says, panting. you giggle, a sound that’s pure, delightful music to him, “i’ve been told.”
“so, go on a date with me? today?” he asks, mainly because he wants to see you dolled up for him and today as he’s impatient. “want me that bad?” you ask teasingly.
he nods shamelessly now, his ears turning even redder. you laugh breathlessly as he pulls you in again, kissing you harder than the initial kiss. he loves the feeling of your lips on his and your scent clouding his senses.
your hands loop around his neck, his fingers firmly stay on your waist. the kiss makes you feel lovesick and dizzy in the best way you can think of.
as it turns out, reading someone’s personaly diary is an amazing decision to make! when that someone is your eye candy ofcourse.
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hehehehe we will see .... LIKE UGHHH I REALLY WANNA the lyrics r SOOOO theme able + THE HAIR???? IN THAT ONE PHOTOSHOIT W THE CRADHED CAR???? THE OTHER COMCEPT PHOTOS???????? ITS SOOOOO ME but uhm for that I'd have to change EVERYTHING. Armageddon is a universe / galaxy (acc to my lore) BUT in the same way WHAT is lemonade? yk and there's a lot of factors but I'm scheming . . .
──── 「지성」 ( ✿︎ ) who knew your shy eye-candy-ship , jisung , secretly loved you? you did after reading his diary and you complete his wish . . . that is a kiss .ᐟ ✮
✦ oneshot, fluff, high-school au, shy! pjs, ft. ningning & chenle, a kissᵗᵐ ✶ लवर्स 𓂃⋆.˚ down bad! 𝒑.jisung ᯾ classmate! 𝒇.reader .𐙚 ݁ ˖ ʬʬ 2645% ᝰ.ᐟ
☆ 14 ⋆ the sun ୨ৎ cupid’s cards .𖥔 ݁ ˖
HE HAS IT INCREDIBLY EASY. all he has to do is smile and you’re mesmerized. there’s something about those boba eyes, you swear that gets you so entranced in a second as his figure enters your peripheral vision.
you hold your cheek in your hand, writing haphazardly and uncaring about your handwriting, which was evident, as you steal glances at his ‘heavenly’ face card, your words by the way.
park jisung looks like the main male interest of a rom-com k-drama that is popular mainly because of his face with the sunlight shining from the windows hitting the planes and crevices of his face perfectly as if they, too, want you looking at him constantly.
and to top it all off, he’s the textbook shy, reserved nerd boyfriend. he’s quiet, and rather shy for someone who looks like he stepped out of a vogue magazine.
“he’s the most handsome man i’ve seen in my whole life, i swear, yizhou.” you say dreamily, still having your gaze fixed at him when the bell rings and everyone shuffles out like they were held hostage upto now.
“are you sure you don’t like him?” ning yizhou, your bestfriend, rolls her eyes exaggerated-ly. you smack your lips, turning your face to face the chinese girl beside you, “yeah, i think we all know that he’s my eye candy.”
“really, your eye candy?” she emphasizes the word, wiggling her brows together. “can you simply shut up?” you shove her shoulder playfully, taking your bag and swinging it over your shoulder.
you glance at jisung’s desk for the last time, out of plain habit, when you see a diary on it. well, you’ve been called a cat-like human by your friends, and there is a saying that curiosity kills the cat . . .
so, you do as cats do, skipping over to his desk and looming over it as you examine the book before slowly picking it up. yizhou calls for you as she comes over to where you stand.
she tries to see what you’re looking at, but you turn your back to her as you hold the book. it has a chocolate brown leather cover, jisung’s initials pjs written on it with a white gel pen.
“it’s jisung’s personal diary, i suppose.” you finally turned back to face yizhou after she shook your shoulders. she gasped, “woah, what’s written in it?”
you sigh distastefully at her, in a joking manner, “let’s not breach his privacy, i’ll give it to him tomorrow.” you state as you walk down the stairs, holding the book to your chest.
“just say you want to talk to your crush.” yizhou scoffs, smirking at you. “no, i don’t want to just talk to him and no, he’s my eye candy. there’s a difference.” you retort.
“whatever makes you sleep at night, ms. eye candy connessouir.”
【──── ☾︎ ──────── ☀︎︎ ──────── ☽︎ ────】
THE DIARY FEELS LIKE A SACRED ARTIFACT. your fingers caress the leather of the cover, fingertips gliding across the shallow grooves and ridges of the surface.
you look at jisung’s diary intently, contemplating what to do with the book in your possession, thinking if you should read it or not as the imaginary angel and devil on both your shoulders voice their concers in your head.
it’s breaching his privacy!
it’s a book, books are to be read, duh.
it isn’t yours!!
just read it.
you turn the lamp that sits on your study desk on as you open the latch of the diary, because well, what’s the worse you could find in something like this? right?
the first few pages are normal, scribbles about how annoying mrs. lim and her mathematic assignments are, how his mom didn’t make his favorite dish that day, how chenle, his friend as you’ve came to know, was absent one day so he was bummed.
the usual you’d expect from a personal diary.
you let out a bored sigh, jisung is a rather simple, down-to-earth boy who doesn’t engage in drama, you know that but you still expected something that would amaze you about him.
although you did enjoy looking at his multiple alien doodles and spaceships. knowing he loves space, which is easy to say with how he has written whole essays about the topic, makes him even prettier in your mind.
handsome and smart? now, that is a package deal. i wonder what going on a date with him is like—
you stop your train of thought suddenly, what are you thinking? you really need to stay focused! no boy drama this year, you remind yourself, getting flashbacks of the great cheating boyfriend era. (your title for the period where you dated your cheating ex-boyfriend last year)
but after a few more pages, the inclusion of another pronoun other than the he/him/his and the they/them’s of his friends starts, she/her/hers.
she was ten minutes earlier than usual.
she didn’t have her favorite latte with her.
she really thinks i won’t notice her staring at me and not paying attention to mrs. kim; she’s oblivious and really cute.
now that sounds oddly familiar. . . you and jisung have mrs. kim for chemistry, but you leave it by thinking how would he notice, you’re discreet with your ways.
you’re not though, which you realise as you flip the next page and see your, yes, your entire name written with much more precision than everything else in the first line.
y/n’s driving me insane! i wish she’d actually come up to me and talk instead of staring at me like i’m her forbidden fruit, i’m not poisonous!!
you’re out of words to describe the emotions you feel, your heart is racing as you read the words out loud over and over again as if your mind was incapable of comprehensive his written words the first time.
one thing is for certain, you definitely like him, not because he has written multiple more pages about you, but because of the way your stomach flips as you think of how many glances of his went unnoticed by you, of how he would run his fingers through your hair as you read how he really wants to feel how your soft locks are like.
you realize yizhou was right, because your heart is beating at the pace of a mile a minute and you look like a bright cherry red tomato as you lean back to see your reflection in the mirror.
just reading what he thought is driving you crazy, what will happen when he says it to you out loud is what you’re thinking when you see the only sentence written on the next page of jisung’s diary:
i really like y/n, i’m sure of it now.
as you trace your finger over the curves of the letters written in ink, you’re unsure of how you go about this, as up until two seconds ago you refused to even think of liking him.
but seeing the words your mind can’t help but think of his laugh when his friend makes a joke so unfunny it’s funny, his smooth voice as he passes a comment about how jaemin is in no way straight, etc . . .
the more you think, the more the obvious paints itself in your mental canvas — you like park jisung. in the i really want him to look at me like i’m the best thing in his life way.
maybe yizhou really was onto something when she relentlessly kept shipping you with him. well, from what you know about him with the help of some more pages of his diary, you know he won’t do anything. so, reasonably, you’ll take matters into your own hands.
you can’t wait for tomorrow.
【──── ☾︎ ──────── ☀︎︎ ──────── ☽︎ ────】
THERE’S NO BACKING AWAY NOW. no one’s rushing or forcing you to do this per se, however you really need to pull your big girl pants up and talk to him.
you were already antsy when you walked into your class, but then the one and only park jisung came in his black t-shirt with an oversized pastel yellow shirt and similar raven jeans glory with his bag slung over his shoulder and you basically went crazy.
unbeknownst to you, he’s going insane on the inside, he hadn’t seen his diary after he used it to doodle so as to pass time yesterday. he came back when he realized, but to no avail his desk was bdevoid of any books.
alarm sirens are going off in his head, he wished the person who took it dropped it off at his desk, yet the wish wen’t unanswered. or so he thought.
you took a deep breath, thinking it’s showtime, baby. you stood up, speed walking in jisung’s direction with the hopes of accomplishing your mission before yizhou comes and does her fangirl-ing.
jisung is trying his best to maintain a proper conversation with chenle as one too many thoughts of what could’ve happened to his diary are clouding his mind.
you clear your throat catching their attention. he turns back and you can feel your heart race already. jisung’s hair falls perfectly on his forehead, reaching the tips of his eyelashes, his skin glowing under the morning sunlight coming through the glass windows.
“mrs. lim asked me to take you to her office.” you lied through your teeth, batting your lashes as if to make it more convincing and . . jisung is some-what of a fool.
a fool who’s in love with you.
so, thinking god is compensating for ruining his sleep as he couldn’t stop thinking about his diary by allowing him the opportunity to be in close quarters with you; jisung stands up, a bit too abruptly for chenle to not make fun of him for being down bad.
“yeah, sure — ofcourse, why not? let’s—let’s go.” he says, mentally dying inside everytime he makes a mistake as chenle just barely contains the laughter urging to tumble out of him.
woah, he’s even more shy that he seems in his diary.
you think as you nod and walk ahead as he follows you suit out of the classroom. you lead him to an empty classroom nearby with success due to the fact that jisung is too busy biting his lip and trying to stay calm at your figure that’s infront of him.
you open the door and lead him in before closing it behind you. jisung looks perplexed, like a cute hamster who isn’t aware of where it is. he’s so adorable, despite his super handsome face. that makes you like him even more.
he turns around when he hears the click of the door, to see his diary in your hands and the glint of a woman who’s ready to either ruin his life or make it ten times better in your eyes.
his eyes widen, alarms ringing in his head, what if you read it? you probably hate him now. his love life is now officially doomed. you will never like him. his academic career is so done for—
before he can think overthink more, you take a step towards him, your confidence making him gulp, “ji, do you think reading someone else’s journal is a violation of their privacy?”
i really should jump out of the window, right now.
his response comes delayed as he tries to stop the suicidal thoughts as he thinks of his impending doom, “i mean, yeah, i — i guess.” he doesn’t want you finding him even more disgusting so he agrees.
your brows raise in amusement, “well, i may have done something akin to that, yeah.” jisung ponders on what you’re insinuating, failing to do so when his thoughts get crowded by the fact that you’re walking closer to him.
his calves hit the teacher’s deck, putting his action of taking steps back as you move forward to a halt. you stiffle a giggle, he looks so cute like this, cheeks pink, ears and neck varying shades of cherry red of mixed embarrassment and shyness.
you’re so close to him, almost invading his personal space and his mind is going haywire by the second. “you look awfully half scared and half happy for someone who wishes i would talk to them, you know?” you tilt your head.
he’s feeling rather giddy, but then he looks at your lips and thinks, why hold back when you already know he likes you? “you’re pretty confident for someone who always looks at me but never dares to have a conversation with me.”
he also moves closer, face now centimeters away from yours. your eyes widen, taken aback from the sudden raise in courage. but, god, did that make him ten times hotter.
“you think i’m shy?” you bite your bottom lip, jisung’s gaze immediately dropping to the action. “yeah. got a way to prove me wrong?” he challenges you.
good thing you love challenges.
you never thought in a million years you’d kiss a man without asking him first. but you never thought you’d romantically pursue jisung either. so, safe to say people change.
your hand reaches to clasp the collor of his oversized shirt as you pull his tall figure and get on you tippy-toes to reach him. your fingers curl around the cotton as you connect your lips with his.
jisung’s eyes resemble saucers as he comprehends how you’re actually kissing him and his confidence fades faster than his smile when mrs. lim gives another assignment.
his eyes flutter shut as he responds to your touch. his hands gain control of your waist as your fingers move to the hair on his neck. he pulls you closer, the distance between you two close to nothing.
you two fit like a puzzle piece. it makes jisung blush, though he’s more red because of the fact that he is finally living his dreams. he pulls away after the need for oxygen becomes apparent.
“yeah, you’re the most confident person i’ve seen.” he says, panting. you giggle, a sound that’s pure, delightful music to him, “i’ve been told.”
“so, go on a date with me? today?” he asks, mainly because he wants to see you dolled up for him and today as he’s impatient. “want me that bad?” you ask teasingly.
he nods shamelessly now, his ears turning even redder. you laugh breathlessly as he pulls you in again, kissing you harder than the initial kiss. he loves the feeling of your lips on his and your scent clouding his senses.
your hands loop around his neck, his fingers firmly stay on your waist. the kiss makes you feel lovesick and dizzy in the best way you can think of.
as it turns out, reading someone’s personaly diary is an amazing decision to make! when that someone is your eye candy ofcourse.
𝓚𝑰𝑹𝑨'𝑺 𝙎𝒊𝙂𝓝𝘼𝙇 ( ˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗ ) yes it's still February wdym lmaooo I'm totally not 5 months late what r yall onnnn BUT UGH ANYWAYS forgetting the time, these serieses I make are never to complete the fics in a certain time, yes they're a goal, but to me completing a series is more important, even if it's 5 months late; so I'll try to continue and end this series and the deadline is before the new year ✌️ let's hope we do this gng ++ this is based on my fantasies about MYYYYY ACTUAL eye-candy like TT yeah this is what happened between us in our head 🤩 && LIKE + REBLOG = MWAH :3
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park jisung was the ultimate eye candy. sweet smile, large eyes you could easily get lost in, moles under the right places and the charm of a man who knows he’s handsome. not to mention his deep voice, good god, he’s the finest man you’ve ever seen in your 20 years of life. you don’t like him though, he’s your ‘eye-candy-ship’ someone who you like looking at, not someone you’d date; but things change when you find his diary and read it . . . yes, it’s a breach of privacy but what does he mean he loves how you always stare at him and wishes you’d talk to him?!
──── 「지성」 ( ✿︎ ) who knew your shy eye-candy-ship , jisung , secretly loved you? you did after reading his diary and you complete his wish . . . that is a kiss .ᐟ ✮
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HE HAS IT INCREDIBLY EASY. all he has to do is smile and you’re mesmerized. there’s something about those boba eyes, you swear that gets you so entranced in a second as his figure enters your peripheral vision.
you hold your cheek in your hand, writing haphazardly and uncaring about your handwriting, which was evident, as you steal glances at his ‘heavenly’ face card, your words by the way.
park jisung looks like the main male interest of a rom-com k-drama that is popular mainly because of his face with the sunlight shining from the windows hitting the planes and crevices of his face perfectly as if they, too, want you looking at him constantly.
and to top it all off, he’s the textbook shy, reserved nerd boyfriend. he’s quiet, and rather shy for someone who looks like he stepped out of a vogue magazine.
“he’s the most handsome man i’ve seen in my whole life, i swear, yizhou.” you say dreamily, still having your gaze fixed at him when the bell rings and everyone shuffles out like they were held hostage upto now.
“are you sure you don’t like him?” ning yizhou, your bestfriend, rolls her eyes exaggerated-ly. you smack your lips, turning your face to face the chinese girl beside you, “yeah, i think we all know that he’s my eye candy.”
“really, your eye candy?” she emphasizes the word, wiggling her brows together. “can you simply shut up?” you shove her shoulder playfully, taking your bag and swinging it over your shoulder.
you glance at jisung’s desk for the last time, out of plain habit, when you see a diary on it. well, you’ve been called a cat-like human by your friends, and there is a saying that curiosity kills the cat . . .
so, you do as cats do, skipping over to his desk and looming over it as you examine the book before slowly picking it up. yizhou calls for you as she comes over to where you stand.
she tries to see what you’re looking at, but you turn your back to her as you hold the book. it has a chocolate brown leather cover, jisung’s initials pjs written on it with a white gel pen.
“it’s jisung’s personal diary, i suppose.” you finally turned back to face yizhou after she shook your shoulders. she gasped, “woah, what’s written in it?”
you sigh distastefully at her, in a joking manner, “let’s not breach his privacy, i’ll give it to him tomorrow.” you state as you walk down the stairs, holding the book to your chest.
“just say you want to talk to your crush.” yizhou scoffs, smirking at you. “no, i don’t want to just talk to him and no, he’s my eye candy. there’s a difference.” you retort.
“whatever makes you sleep at night, ms. eye candy connessouir.”
【──── ☾︎ ──────── ☀︎︎ ──────── ☽︎ ────】
THE DIARY FEELS LIKE A SACRED ARTIFACT. your fingers caress the leather of the cover, fingertips gliding across the shallow grooves and ridges of the surface.
you look at jisung’s diary intently, contemplating what to do with the book in your possession, thinking if you should read it or not as the imaginary angel and devil on both your shoulders voice their concers in your head.
it’s breaching his privacy!
it’s a book, books are to be read, duh.
it isn’t yours!!
just read it.
you turn the lamp that sits on your study desk on as you open the latch of the diary, because well, what’s the worse you could find in something like this? right?
the first few pages are normal, scribbles about how annoying mrs. lim and her mathematic assignments are, how his mom didn’t make his favorite dish that day, how chenle, his friend as you’ve came to know, was absent one day so he was bummed.
the usual you’d expect from a personal diary.
you let out a bored sigh, jisung is a rather simple, down-to-earth boy who doesn’t engage in drama, you know that but you still expected something that would amaze you about him.
although you did enjoy looking at his multiple alien doodles and spaceships. knowing he loves space, which is easy to say with how he has written whole essays about the topic, makes him even prettier in your mind.
handsome and smart? now, that is a package deal. i wonder what going on a date with him is like—
you stop your train of thought suddenly, what are you thinking? you really need to stay focused! no boy drama this year, you remind yourself, getting flashbacks of the great cheating boyfriend era. (your title for the period where you dated your cheating ex-boyfriend last year)
but after a few more pages, the inclusion of another pronoun other than the he/him/his and the they/them’s of his friends starts, she/her/hers.
she was ten minutes earlier than usual.
she didn’t have her favorite latte with her.
she really thinks i won’t notice her staring at me and not paying attention to mrs. lim; she’s oblivious and really cute.
now that sounds oddly familiar. . . you and jisung have mrs. lim for chemistry, but you leave it by thinking how would he notice, you’re discreet with your ways.
you’re not though, which you realise as you flip the next page and see your, yes, your entire name written with much more precision than everything else in the first line.
y/n’s driving me insane! i wish she’d actually come up to me and talk instead of staring at me like i’m her forbidden fruit, i’m not poisonous!!
you’re out of words to describe the emotions you feel, your heart is racing as you read the words out loud over and over again as if your mind was incapable of comprehensive his written words the first time.
one thing is for certain, you definitely like him, not because he has written multiple more pages about you, but because of the way your stomach flips as you think of how many glances of his went unnoticed by you, of how he would run his fingers through your hair as you read how he really wants to feel how your soft locks are like.
you realize yizhou was right, because your heart is beating at the pace of a mile a minute and you look like a bright cherry red tomato as you lean back to see your reflection in the mirror.
just reading what he thought is driving you crazy, what will happen when he says it to you out loud is what you’re thinking when you see the only sentence written on the next page of jisung’s diary:
i really like y/n, i’m sure of it now.
as you trace your finger over the curves of the letters written in ink, you’re unsure of how you go about this, as up until two seconds ago you refused to even think of liking him.
but seeing the words your mind can’t help but think of his laugh when his friend makes a joke so unfunny it’s funny, his smooth voice as he passes a comment about how jaemin is in no way straight, etc . . .
the more you think, the more the obvious paints itself in your mental canvas — you like park jisung. in the i really want him to look at me like i’m the best thing in his life way.
maybe yizhou really was onto something when she relentlessly kept shipping you with him. well, from what you know about him with the help of some more pages of his diary, you know he won’t do anything. so, reasonably, you’ll take matters into your own hands.
you can’t wait for tomorrow.
【──── ☾︎ ──────── ☀︎︎ ──────── ☽︎ ────】
THERE’S NO BACKING AWAY NOW. no one’s rushing or forcing you to do this per se, however you really need to pull your big girl pants up and talk to him.
you were already antsy when you walked into your class, but then the one and only park jisung came in his black t-shirt with an oversized pastel yellow shirt and similar raven jeans glory with his bag slung over his shoulder and you basically went crazy.
unbeknownst to you, he’s going insane on the inside, he hadn’t seen his diary after he used it to doodle so as to pass time yesterday. he came back when he realized, but to no avail his desk was bdevoid of any books.
alarm sirens are going off in his head, he wished the person who took it dropped it off at his desk, yet the wish wen’t unanswered. or so he thought.
you took a deep breath, thinking it’s showtime, baby. you stood up, speed walking in jisung’s direction with the hopes of accomplishing your mission before yizhou comes and does her fangirl-ing.
jisung is trying his best to maintain a proper conversation with chenle as one too many thoughts of what could’ve happened to his diary are clouding his mind.
you clear your throat catching their attention. he turns back and you can feel your heart race already. jisung’s hair falls perfectly on his forehead, reaching the tips of his eyelashes, his skin glowing under the morning sunlight coming through the glass windows.
“mrs. lim asked me to take you to her office.” you lied through your teeth, batting your lashes as if to make it more convincing and . . jisung is some-what of a fool.
a fool who’s in love with you.
so, thinking god is compensating for ruining his sleep as he couldn’t stop thinking about his diary by allowing him the opportunity to be in close quarters with you; jisung stands up, a bit too abruptly for chenle to not make fun of him for being down bad.
“yeah, sure — ofcourse, why not? let’s—let’s go.” he says, mentally dying inside everytime he makes a mistake as chenle just barely contains the laughter urging to tumble out of him.
woah, he’s even more shy that he seems in his diary.
you think as you nod and walk ahead as he follows you suit out of the classroom. you lead him to an empty classroom nearby with success due to the fact that jisung is too busy biting his lip and trying to stay calm at your figure that’s infront of him.
you open the door and lead him in before closing it behind you. jisung looks perplexed, like a cute hamster who isn’t aware of where it is. he’s so adorable, despite his super handsome face. that makes you like him even more.
he turns around when he hears the click of the door, to see his diary in your hands and the glint of a woman who’s ready to either ruin his life or make it ten times better in your eyes.
his eyes widen, alarms ringing in his head, what if you read it? you probably hate him now. his love life is now officially doomed. you will never like him. his academic career is so done for—
before he can think overthink more, you take a step towards him, your confidence making him gulp, “ji, do you think reading someone else’s journal is a violation of their privacy?”
i really should jump out of the window, right now.
his response comes delayed as he tries to stop the suicidal thoughts as he thinks of his impending doom, “i mean, yeah, i — i guess.” he doesn’t want you finding him even more disgusting so he agrees.
your brows raise in amusement, “well, i may have done something akin to that, yeah.” jisung ponders on what you’re insinuating, failing to do so when his thoughts get crowded by the fact that you’re walking closer to him.
his calves hit the teacher’s deck, putting his action of taking steps back as you move forward to a halt. you stiffle a giggle, he looks so cute like this, cheeks pink, ears and neck varying shades of cherry red of mixed embarrassment and shyness.
you’re so close to him, almost invading his personal space and his mind is going haywire by the second. “you look awfully half scared and half happy for someone who wishes i would talk to them, you know?” you tilt your head.
he’s feeling rather giddy, but then he looks at your lips and thinks, why hold back when you already know he likes you? “you’re pretty confident for someone who always looks at me but never dares to have a conversation with me.”
he also moves closer, face now centimeters away from yours. your eyes widen, taken aback from the sudden raise in courage. but, god, did that make him ten times hotter.
“you think i’m shy?” you bite your bottom lip, jisung’s gaze immediately dropping to the action. “yeah. got a way to prove me wrong?” he challenges you.
good thing you love challenges.
you never thought in a million years you’d kiss a man without asking him first. but you never thought you’d romantically pursue jisung either. so, safe to say people change.
your hand reaches to clasp the collor of his oversized shirt as you pull his tall figure and get on you tippy-toes to reach him. your fingers curl around the cotton as you connect your lips with his.
jisung’s eyes resemble saucers as he comprehends how you’re actually kissing him and his confidence fades faster than his smile when mrs. lim gives another assignment.
his eyes flutter shut as he responds to your touch. his hands gain control of your waist as your fingers move to the hair on his neck. he pulls you closer, the distance between you two close to nothing.
you two fit like a puzzle piece. it makes jisung blush, though he’s more red because of the fact that he is finally living his dreams. he pulls away after the need for oxygen becomes apparent.
“yeah, you’re the most confident person i’ve seen.” he says, panting. you giggle, a sound that’s pure, delightful music to him, “i’ve been told.”
“so, go on a date with me? today?” he asks, mainly because he wants to see you dolled up for him and today as he’s impatient. “want me that bad?” you ask teasingly.
he nods shamelessly now, his ears turning even redder. you laugh breathlessly as he pulls you in again, kissing you harder than the initial kiss. he loves the feeling of your lips on his and your scent clouding his senses.
your hands loop around his neck, his fingers firmly stay on your waist. the kiss makes you feel lovesick and dizzy in the best way you can think of.
as it turns out, reading someone’s personaly diary is an amazing decision to make! when that someone is your eye candy ofcourse.
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she was oddly pale, never blinked, always looked at you like she was hungry and you were her favourite dish. though her tongue and actions never reflected the same gaze she always gave you. maybe it was because you chose violence the second she rejected your handshake on your first meet and walked away (because your blood was too tempting and she wasn’t going to kill her roommate on the first day, nah, that’s too suspicious.)
you discovered she was a beast who feasted on blood of the humane for a living. the way the revalation took place wasn’t ideal, had you turned on the lights before trudging into the kitchen at three a.m. you wouldn't have walked in on yu jimin slurping blood in the corner with elongated fangs that seeped past the plastic of the blood bag and normally chocolate brown eyes turned into a swirling pool of crimson.
she didn’t deny, she warned, “tell a soul and my fangs will be in your jugular next.” you didn’t feel fear, you felt the shine of an opportunity coming to light. thus, an agreement was formed, you keep her secret and she gives up her extensively expensive and cool closet for you to wear as well. what a deal.
it was a perfect arrangement, until it wasn’t.
jimin barged in at midnight, fresh blood running from her lips to jaw appearing as though she fed in a hurry, eyes glowing red in the dark surrounding. the light of your study lamp was the only light source in the almost pitch black living room. your head snapped to the direction of the echoing sound of the door hitting the wall so hard you were questioning if the hinges were still on.
“how dare you break the treaty?” she spoke, teeth gritted together, heavy puffs of oxygen leaving her being in panting breaths as if she’d ran a marathon. “i didn’t. what do you mean?” your brows furrowed in confusion, you would never risk losing her closet, in fact you had one of her hoodies on right now!
she walked closer, her footsteps heavy on the tiled floor. she leaned down, her hand enclosing on the collar of her your hoodie and she pulled you up, now eye-to-eye with the fanged beast. this was the first time you'd seen her in her vampiric state from this close, her burning eyes looked like swirling lava and danger.
“don’t you dare lie, stupid human.” she huffed, fangs pearly white and shining from the reflected light of the lamp, lips stained red from her feast prior to this situation. “yes, i’m human but i'm not stupid. i seriously didn’t tell anyone!” you tried to pull her hand that held your collar hostage, however her inhuman heightened strength didn't help you get further.
“then pardon me why someone followed me all day and yelled i knew it when i turned into my true form to eat my walking meal of the night.” she stepped forward, making you walk backwards until your back hit the wall behind you. “i swear on your chrome hearts clothes that i didn’t tell anyone, how that person knew, i have no idea, please trust me!” jimin looked at you, really looked as if she was deciphering a riddle.
“i don’t care if you did it or not, you will face consequences.” jimin spoke through gritted teeth, her cold temperature seeping into your being, as if engulfing you in her cold abyss of a never-ending life.
“what, are you going to punish me? complete bloodsucker style?” the borderline taunting question fell off your lips, snarky and bratty. luckily for jimin, she knew pretty well how to deal with brats.
she could sense the way your fear wore off, you didn't do anything meaning there wasn't anything to fear (don't try at home). she clicked her tongue, eyes rolling to the back of her skull. you saw a peak of her elongated canines, they never failed to fascinate your humane soul.
she abruptly leaned in, pushing herself into your space. you barely blinked and she was now breathing on your neck, her breath also cool. her hands pressed on the wall on either sides of your head, completely caging you in. your eyes widened, a rush of adrenaline starting to swirl in you because of the proximity and the possibility of what could happen.
you were at her mercy, at the mercy of a non-beating hearted supernatural being. great. she could hear the rush of blood in your veins, heightened hearing perks. you didn't know what you were feeling, scared yes, but there was also something about this.
having your fate in her hands, you weren't petrified, instead rather thrilled to be frank. maybe you shouldn't have watched this many shows with hot villains and sexy vampires, fuck twilight. it was like she could sense how you were enjoying this a bit much than you should, “look at you, blushing as i’m two seconds from sucking you dry. bet you'll like that too, won’t you?”
her tone held cocky amusement and something between excitement too. “you wish.” you still tried to salvage your humiliation infront of and by your roommate, you were already a weak human in her eyes; how much worse could your impression on her even get? she let out a deep chuckle, leaning even closer, her lips brushing against your neck, right over your jugular vein, “i wish about things far unholy than simply sucking you dry, baby.”
you weren't even given time to actually process her words when she dropped the final bomb to completely annihilate your last remaining thread of sanity, “and right now... i’m going to suck your blood first and your kitty, who is probably as excited as you, second.”
fuck, how bad would it be to say you were soaked?
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