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ยฉ maunologue 2025. please donโt steal my works, no reposting or translating without permission.
๐๐๐ป๐ผ๐ฝ๐๐ถ๐ โ jisung tells his girlfriend everything he knows about the universe and somewhere in between his rambling, she realizes sheโd listen to him forever.
๐ฝ๐ฎ๐ถ๐ฟ๐ถ๐ป๐ด โ park jisung x female reader
๐ด๐ฒ๐ป๐ฟ๐ฒ โ fluff
๐๐ผ๐ฟ๐ฑ ๐ฐ๐ผ๐๐ป๐ โ 784
the observatory feels like itโs holding the night carefully in its hands.
above, the dome opens into darkness so wide it almost feels unrealโstars scattered across it like something spilled too gently to clean up. below, the space is quiet in that intentional way. footsteps softened, voices lowered, everyone pretending not to be overwhelmed by how small they are under something so vast.
jisung, however, looks completely at home in it.
โokay, so,โ he starts immediately, already leaning toward the telescope like he canโt help himself, โwhat people call shooting stars arenโt actually stars. theyโre meteorsโbasically space debrisโburning up when they hit the atmosphere. itโs the friction that makes them glow, not like, actual starlight or anything.โ
you nod slowly, following where he points up.
you try to focus. you really do.
โand comets are different,โ he continues, turning slightly toward you now, voice picking up that familiar rhythm youโve learned to recognize instantlyโthe one that means heโs excited enough to forget everything else. โtheyโre made of ice and dust, so when they get close to the sun, they heat up and thatโs what creates the tail. and fun factโthe tail always points away from the sun, no matter where itโs going.โ
โthatโs kind of cool,โ you say, eyes still on the sky.
and it is cool. you actually mean it.
you squint a little harder now, trying to trace what heโs describing. the sky doesnโt suddenly make sense, but thereโs something satisfying about trying to piece it together through his voice. like heโs giving shape to something youโd otherwise just passively admire.
โokay, lookโthere,โ jisung says, stepping a little closer as he points. โthat cluster. the pleiades.โ
you follow his finger. this time, you think you see it... or maybe youโre just trusting him more than your own eyes.
โi think i got it,โ you murmur.
jisung hums softly, still watching the sky, โyeah, thatโs it. you just have to let your eyes adjust a bit more, it gets clearer after a while.โ
and somewhere between one explanation and the next, your attention starts to drift again. not upward, but sideways. to him.
the way his face shifts when he talks, how his brows pull together slightly when heโs explaining something carefully, how his eyes brighten like theyโre reflecting something no telescope could ever capture. his voice changes too, soft but charged with this quiet intensity, like everything he says about the universe matters deeply to him in a way that spills over into the air around him.
you realize youโve stopped looking up.
jisung keeps talking anyway.
โitโs kind of insane, right?โ he says, gaze still on the sky. โlike all of that is justโฆ there. all the time. whether we see it or not.โ
you hum, but itโs faint.
because now youโre watching him more than anything else.
the way he gestures without thinking, how he leans forward slightly when heโs making a point like the universe might lean closer too if he just explains it well enough. thereโs this ease in him, this gravityโnot loud, not dramatic, but steady. like he doesnโt just talk about the universe, he belongs to the feeling of it.
โyouโre not even looking anymore,โ he says suddenly, glancing at you with a knowing smile.
you blink, โi am.โ
he raises a brow.
you sigh lightly, giving up on pretending, โokay, maybe not fully.โ
that makes him laugh. soft, fond, like he already expected it.
โwhatโs distracting you then?โ he asks, turning a little more toward you now.
you open your mouth, then close it again.
because how do you say you without sounding like youโve forgotten the stars exist?
instead, you glance back up, forcing yourself to refocus.
โfine,โ you say. โexplain it again. i want to actually see it this time.โ
jisungโs smile softens.
โokay,โ he says, like itโs the easiest thing in the world.
and he starts again. more patient this time. slower. pointing carefully, guiding your attention back to the sky.
you try harder now, you really doโfollowing the shapes, the clusters, the faint patterns he keeps describing. and for a few seconds, you manage it. you actually see it. you understand what he means when he talks about distance, about light, about things that exist even when they feel impossible to reach.
but then he speaks againโexcited, just a little louder when he recognizes something he lovesโ
and you lose it again.
the way he talks like heโs opening something endless inside himself and letting you see it without hesitation. the way he looks when heโs passionate, like heโs not just describing the universe, but feeling it.
and suddenly, the stars above donโt feel like the main thing anymore.
๐๐๐ป๐ผ๐ฝ๐๐ถ๐ โ jisung tells his girlfriend everything he knows about the universe and somewhere in between his rambling, she realizes sheโd listen to him forever.
๐ฝ๐ฎ๐ถ๐ฟ๐ถ๐ป๐ด โ park jisung x female reader
๐ด๐ฒ๐ป๐ฟ๐ฒ โ fluff
๐๐ผ๐ฟ๐ฑ ๐ฐ๐ผ๐๐ป๐ โ 784
the observatory feels like itโs holding the night carefully in its hands.
above, the dome opens into darkness so wide it almost feels unrealโstars scattered across it like something spilled too gently to clean up. below, the space is quiet in that intentional way. footsteps softened, voices lowered, everyone pretending not to be overwhelmed by how small they are under something so vast.
jisung, however, looks completely at home in it.
โokay, so,โ he starts immediately, already leaning toward the telescope like he canโt help himself, โwhat people call shooting stars arenโt actually stars. theyโre meteorsโbasically space debrisโburning up when they hit the atmosphere. itโs the friction that makes them glow, not like, actual starlight or anything.โ
you nod slowly, following where he points up.
you try to focus. you really do.
โand comets are different,โ he continues, turning slightly toward you now, voice picking up that familiar rhythm youโve learned to recognize instantlyโthe one that means heโs excited enough to forget everything else. โtheyโre made of ice and dust, so when they get close to the sun, they heat up and thatโs what creates the tail. and fun factโthe tail always points away from the sun, no matter where itโs going.โ
โthatโs kind of cool,โ you say, eyes still on the sky.
and it is cool. you actually mean it.
you squint a little harder now, trying to trace what heโs describing. the sky doesnโt suddenly make sense, but thereโs something satisfying about trying to piece it together through his voice. like heโs giving shape to something youโd otherwise just passively admire.
โokay, lookโthere,โ jisung says, stepping a little closer as he points. โthat cluster. the pleiades.โ
you follow his finger. this time, you think you see it... or maybe youโre just trusting him more than your own eyes.
โi think i got it,โ you murmur.
jisung hums softly, still watching the sky, โyeah, thatโs it. you just have to let your eyes adjust a bit more, it gets clearer after a while.โ
and somewhere between one explanation and the next, your attention starts to drift again. not upward, but sideways. to him.
the way his face shifts when he talks, how his brows pull together slightly when heโs explaining something carefully, how his eyes brighten like theyโre reflecting something no telescope could ever capture. his voice changes too, soft but charged with this quiet intensity, like everything he says about the universe matters deeply to him in a way that spills over into the air around him.
you realize youโve stopped looking up.
jisung keeps talking anyway.
โitโs kind of insane, right?โ he says, gaze still on the sky. โlike all of that is justโฆ there. all the time. whether we see it or not.โ
you hum, but itโs faint.
because now youโre watching him more than anything else.
the way he gestures without thinking, how he leans forward slightly when heโs making a point like the universe might lean closer too if he just explains it well enough. thereโs this ease in him, this gravityโnot loud, not dramatic, but steady. like he doesnโt just talk about the universe, he belongs to the feeling of it.
โyouโre not even looking anymore,โ he says suddenly, glancing at you with a knowing smile.
you blink, โi am.โ
he raises a brow.
you sigh lightly, giving up on pretending, โokay, maybe not fully.โ
that makes him laugh. soft, fond, like he already expected it.
โwhatโs distracting you then?โ he asks, turning a little more toward you now.
you open your mouth, then close it again.
because how do you say you without sounding like youโve forgotten the stars exist?
instead, you glance back up, forcing yourself to refocus.
โfine,โ you say. โexplain it again. i want to actually see it this time.โ
jisungโs smile softens.
โokay,โ he says, like itโs the easiest thing in the world.
and he starts again. more patient this time. slower. pointing carefully, guiding your attention back to the sky.
you try harder now, you really doโfollowing the shapes, the clusters, the faint patterns he keeps describing. and for a few seconds, you manage it. you actually see it. you understand what he means when he talks about distance, about light, about things that exist even when they feel impossible to reach.
but then he speaks againโexcited, just a little louder when he recognizes something he lovesโ
and you lose it again.
the way he talks like heโs opening something endless inside himself and letting you see it without hesitation. the way he looks when heโs passionate, like heโs not just describing the universe, but feeling it.
and suddenly, the stars above donโt feel like the main thing anymore.
i hope 2026 brings you all lots of happiness and peace of mind! i also want to let you all know that iโll be going on hiatus for a while because iโll be focusing on my teaching internship, which will keep me occupied until march. donโt worry, iโll make it up to you once i get my degree (หถห แต หหถ)
Mau, MERRY CHRISTMAS!! WISHING YOU LOVE AND HAPPINESS ๐๐๐
a little late, but thank you so much !!! hope you had the best christmas! ๐๐ wishing you nothing but good things in the coming year โธ(๏ฝกห แต ห )โธโก
๐๐๐ป๐ผ๐ฝ๐๐ถ๐ โ a drunk and clingy jisung is brought home after their tour celebration, leaving his girlfriend to soothe him, clean up his mess, and kiss it all away.
๐ฝ๐ฎ๐ถ๐ฟ๐ถ๐ป๐ด โ park jisung x female reader
๐ด๐ฒ๐ป๐ฟ๐ฒ โ fluff
๐๐ผ๐ฟ๐ฑ ๐ฐ๐ผ๐๐ป๐ โ 731
dreamโs tour had finally ended, and the last stage performance left the members exhausted but buzzing with relief and satisfaction. months of preparations, long flights from different countries, and endless stage performances had taken their toll, and the victory of a smooth final show called for a small celebration.
the members played rock, paper, and scissors to decide whose place they were going to celebrate, and jeno lost. he tried to protest, insisting the game was rigged and that they needed to play again, but the members fired back, insisting it was fair and square. in the end, he still had no choice but to host.
actually, they invited you, too, but you politely declined. you werenโt feeling like going out tonight, so you decided to stay behind at the apartment and watch some movies on the couch while you wait for your boyfriend to come home.
by 2AM, you didnโt even realize you had fallen asleep on the couch, the movie still playing quietly in the background. you only woke up when your phone started ringing on the coffee table.
โhi, sorryโweโre bringing your boyfriend home. heโsโฆ very drunk,โ jaemin said, glancing at your drunk boyfriend.
you heard jeno from the background, โhe wonโt stop singing!โ
and you could hear it clearly, โLOOK AT THE STARSSSโโ
jaemin sighed, โyes, thatโs him.โ
you laughed and thanked them before hanging up. then you stood up, tidying the living room. you start gathering the empty snack bowl and wrappers from your movie and tossed them into the trash.
when the guys arrived, they practically carried him inside. the moment jisung saw you, he perked up like a wilted plant that just got watered.
โbaby,โ he breathed, stumbling toward you as if you were gravity itself. โi missed you so muchโฆ youโre so prettyโฆ why are you so pretty?โ
jeno snorted, โheโs your problem now.โ
โgood luck!โ jaemin called as the door shut behind them.
jisung immediately latched onto you, arms tight around your waist, face buried in your shoulder. his body was warm, heavy, and completely pliant like he had no bones left.
โi missed you,โ he murmured. โlikeโฆ every second. did you miss me? say yes. please say yes.โ
you laughed softly, brushing the damp hair from his forehead. โof course, i missed you, silly.โ
he pulled back just enough to look at you, glassy-eyed, cheeks flushed, and then, without warning, he started singing again.
โlook at the starsโฆ look how they shine for youโฆโ
you cupped his face gently, โwhy that song?โ
he blinked slowly, eyes soft. โbecauseโฆ you make everything brighter. i think weโre like a binary star orbiting each other.โ
you snorted, amused. โokay, philosopher. sit down.โ
you guided him to the couch before heading to the kitchen to make a light hangover soup.
you heard him shuffle behind you.
โbaby?โ
you turned. he was leaning on the counter, swaying.
โdo you still love me even if i get drunk like this?โ
you stepped closer, brushing his hair back. โof course, i do.โ
he brightened instantly. โgood. โcause i love you a lot. like A LOTโโ
then he reached for the pot to โhelp,โ almost knocking it over. the pot wobbled at the edge of the stove, and a small splash of soup threatened to spill. you reacted instantly, adjusting the pot so it sat securely on the stove.
โiโm sorryโโ he whispered.
โhey, itโs okay. nothing happened.โ
he blinked up at you, โyouโre not mad?โ
โnot even a little,โ you said, leaning in and pressing a soft kiss on the corner of his lips.
he leaned forward, pressing his forehead against yours, murmuring softly, โcan you kiss me again?โ
you smiled, โcome here.โ
and you kissed himโslow, warm, the kind that steadies dizzy steps, quiets his rambling thoughts, and tucks every stray worry behind his sleepy eyes. his arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you close as if he could melt into your chest forever.
after finishing the bowl of hangover soup that you made and helping him wash up, he finally curled against you on the bed, humming the chorus of yellow softly. you brushed your fingers through his hair, humming along quietly.
โyouโre my yellow,โ he whispered, barely audible.
you pressed your lips to his hair, inhaling the faint scent of shampoo and him, letting the quiet night seep into the room like a soft blanket.
๐๐ต๐ฒ ๐ฏ๐ฎ๐ธ๐ฒ๐ฟโ๐ ๐ป๐ผ๐๐ฒ โ this is so cheesy (หถห๐ทหหถ) iโm sorry for being inactive, iโve been trying to fix my body clock, and i usually write when everyoneโs asleep, but i tried and wrote this at 2 in the afternoon. (i also wanna write smaus/texts again, please give me some ideas!)
๐๐๐ป๐ผ๐ฝ๐๐ถ๐ โ a drunk and clingy jisung is brought home after their tour celebration, leaving his girlfriend to soothe him, clean up his mess, and kiss it all away.
๐ฝ๐ฎ๐ถ๐ฟ๐ถ๐ป๐ด โ park jisung x female reader
๐ด๐ฒ๐ป๐ฟ๐ฒ โ fluff
๐๐ผ๐ฟ๐ฑ ๐ฐ๐ผ๐๐ป๐ โ 731
dreamโs tour had finally ended, and the last stage performance left the members exhausted but buzzing with relief and satisfaction. months of preparations, long flights from different countries, and endless stage performances had taken their toll, and the victory of a smooth final show called for a small celebration.
the members played rock, paper, and scissors to decide whose place they were going to celebrate, and jeno lost. he tried to protest, insisting the game was rigged and that they needed to play again, but the members fired back, insisting it was fair and square. in the end, he still had no choice but to host.
actually, they invited you, too, but you politely declined. you werenโt feeling like going out tonight, so you decided to stay behind at the apartment and watch some movies on the couch while you wait for your boyfriend to come home.
by 2AM, you didnโt even realize you had fallen asleep on the couch, the movie still playing quietly in the background. you only woke up when your phone started ringing on the coffee table.
โhi, sorryโweโre bringing your boyfriend home. heโsโฆ very drunk,โ jaemin said, glancing at your drunk boyfriend.
you heard jeno from the background, โhe wonโt stop singing!โ
and you could hear it clearly, โLOOK AT THE STARSSSโโ
jaemin sighed, โyes, thatโs him.โ
you laughed and thanked them before hanging up. then you stood up, tidying the living room. you start gathering the empty snack bowl and wrappers from your movie and tossed them into the trash.
when the guys arrived, they practically carried him inside. the moment jisung saw you, he perked up like a wilted plant that just got watered.
โbaby,โ he breathed, stumbling toward you as if you were gravity itself. โi missed you so muchโฆ youโre so prettyโฆ why are you so pretty?โ
jeno snorted, โheโs your problem now.โ
โgood luck!โ jaemin called as the door shut behind them.
jisung immediately latched onto you, arms tight around your waist, face buried in your shoulder. his body was warm, heavy, and completely pliant like he had no bones left.
โi missed you,โ he murmured. โlikeโฆ every second. did you miss me? say yes. please say yes.โ
you laughed softly, brushing the damp hair from his forehead. โof course, i missed you, silly.โ
he pulled back just enough to look at you, glassy-eyed, cheeks flushed, and then, without warning, he started singing again.
โlook at the starsโฆ look how they shine for youโฆโ
you cupped his face gently, โwhy that song?โ
he blinked slowly, eyes soft. โbecauseโฆ you make everything brighter. i think weโre like a binary star orbiting each other.โ
you snorted, amused. โokay, philosopher. sit down.โ
you guided him to the couch before heading to the kitchen to make a light hangover soup.
you heard him shuffle behind you.
โbaby?โ
you turned. he was leaning on the counter, swaying.
โdo you still love me even if i get drunk like this?โ
you stepped closer, brushing his hair back. โof course, i do.โ
he brightened instantly. โgood. โcause i love you a lot. like A LOTโโ
then he reached for the pot to โhelp,โ almost knocking it over. the pot wobbled at the edge of the stove, and a small splash of soup threatened to spill. you reacted instantly, adjusting the pot so it sat securely on the stove.
โiโm sorryโโ he whispered.
โhey, itโs okay. nothing happened.โ
he blinked up at you, โyouโre not mad?โ
โnot even a little,โ you said, leaning in and pressing a soft kiss on the corner of his lips.
he leaned forward, pressing his forehead against yours, murmuring softly, โcan you kiss me again?โ
you smiled, โcome here.โ
and you kissed himโslow, warm, the kind that steadies dizzy steps, quiets his rambling thoughts, and tucks every stray worry behind his sleepy eyes. his arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you close as if he could melt into your chest forever.
after finishing the bowl of hangover soup that you made and helping him wash up, he finally curled against you on the bed, humming the chorus of yellow softly. you brushed your fingers through his hair, humming along quietly.
โyouโre my yellow,โ he whispered, barely audible.
you pressed your lips to his hair, inhaling the faint scent of shampoo and him, letting the quiet night seep into the room like a soft blanket.
๐๐ต๐ฒ ๐ฏ๐ฎ๐ธ๐ฒ๐ฟโ๐ ๐ป๐ผ๐๐ฒ โ this is so cheesy (หถห๐ทหหถ) iโm sorry for being inactive, iโve been trying to fix my body clock, and i usually write when everyoneโs asleep, but i tried and wrote this at 2 in the afternoon. (i also wanna write smaus/texts again, please give me some ideas!)
