he was late. not that you were particularly surprised by that fact. your expectations were set low enough with sion that things like these were almost (definitely) expected.
even when he did eventually show up (5 minutes late, which, in his opinion, was pretty much on time), it's not like he cared about inconveniencing you. in a sion-centered world, your time clearly wasn't worth being respected. you tried not to think about how good he looked with a slight flush on his face from rushing to the library. that wasn't important, not when you had a speech to write. together. just the two of you.
it reminded you of a time when things weren't so rocky. when you and sion exchanged smiles and soft words over the harsh glares and thinly veiled insults you both loved so much now. but that era of your lives had ended long ago. you had to focus on the present. speaking of--
"so, you got any ideas?"
you scoffed. yeah, it really wasn't like it was back then. he didn't know you at all anymore.
"of course i have ideas. do you seriously not have any? you've known about being class president since last may."
"i have ideas too, y'know. i just wanted to get your thoughts first."
"yeah, sure. i already wrote them down, here."
you slid the paper you had been brainstorming on towards him, already tired of prolonged exposure to oh sion. you were almost worried that you would die of some equivalent to radiation. this much time in his presence couldn't be good for you.
"seriously? a lot of these are heavily focused on congratulating people for their academic commitments and stuff."
"i'm valedictorian, sion. that's kind of what i value."
"i mean, sure, but not everyone in the graduating class is so grade-driven. we shouldn't focus so much on academics."
"so what do you want to focus on so much? sports?"
"well..."
"oh, shut up will you? the majority of the budget in this place goes to sports already. god forbid i try to dedicate a speech to the people that have barely been recognized by the school itself."
"hey, i'm not trying to dig on your ideas. just... maybe we should find a little bit more of a balance?"
the most annoying part of this entire fiasco was that sometimes, just sometimes, you could also see the "good guy" that ryo was so adamant on seeing sion as. you could almost believe that he cared. almost.
"whatever, sure. should we start writing some drafts?"
you were desperate for the silence. hearing sion's voice like this, for only you to hear, was bringing back too many things you didn't want to think about. it hurt more like this, with him acting like he had never done what he did.
you were out of your seat the second the bell rang for lunch's end.
you didn't look to see if sion watched you leave.
pay a visit to; . . the masterlist . . the next work
hello all... masterlists for all nct units are officially up :3 we all know what that means....
i WILL be uploading things for real soon!!! here's what's currently in the plans floating around my mind:
first and foremost, FINALLY working on the next chapter(s) of speechless (niichi) !!! my love for my wishie fishies has been reignited and i've been yearning for some more experience with writing them
while we're riding the wish train, YES!! i do have some little oneshot ideas in mind for other members besides sion (yushi i'm coming for you. unstoppable force right here u better hope ur an immovable object.)
remember that little jisung fake date turned getting gf fic i wrote? yeah, well, i have plans for multiple sequels to that involving different dream combos. get excited. everyone is being lured into the fake dates.
and so as to not overwhelm myself with too many ideas at once, this is all i have planned for now. in honor of official yaoi day tomorrow, i promise to follow through with my plans. love u guys. fujo on.
wc: 2,472
strangers to lovers - jisung x fem!reader
Jisung is, more often than not, the victim of Chenle's impulsive plans. This time is no different. Except, maybe it is.
or
Chenle asks Jisung on a date. Jisung gets a girlfriend out of it.
Seeing an incoming phone call from Chenle meant one of three things for Jisung. He was either going to be asked to play basketball, be gaslit, or be lured into an evil plan that he would more than likely end up regretting.
“Jisung, go on a date with me.”
Apparently, the secret fourth option was that he would be asked out. By his (previously?) heterosexual best friend. He could work with that.
“What?”
“There’s a discount at that one restaurant by campus for couples going on right now. 15% Jisung. We have to go on a date.”
“Ask Donghyuck.”
”No, he’d think it’s a date date. But it’s not. We just have to gaslight the employees into thinking we’re dating and get free money.”
“Why would he think it’s a date date? Plus, you’re rich. Why do you need a discount?”
“Because we kissed the other day. Just go with me.”
“…You what?”
“Be ready by 4 tomorrow.”
Jisung didn’t have time to unpack any of the words that were just said to him before Chenle hung up on him. So that was that. Option 3. He was not looking forward to this.
Despite the voices in his head assuring Jisung that this was an awful idea, he was ready by 4. The entire walk to the restaurant was spent with Jisung internally regretting having ever agreed to be Chenle's partner for a project in freshman year. Chenle was more committed to the bit than Jisung expected him to be.
Everything was going relatively smoothly until the waitress approached the table. Jisung had, officially, never regretted anything more in his entire life. Here he was, sitting across from Chenle on a fake date, with maybe the most beautiful woman he had ever seen serving them. This might be the fumble of the century. He had to kill himself.
"Can I get you guys started with any drinks?"
Oh god, you were looking at him. His mouth opened and closed like a fish. Holy shit, Jisung had never fumbled this hard in his life. He couldn't let himself talk because he knew his voice would come out at least 3 octaves higher than it usually did. His life was over.
"We'll just have 2 waters, thanks!"
Chenle swooped in and saved the day. He must have sensed Jisung's internal struggle. Which, by the way, did not calm down until you had nodded and disappeared out of his sight.
"Holy fuck, Jisung. You're so into her."
"Did you see her!?"
"Yeah, and I saw you looking at her like a lovesick puppy. You have no respect for this plan! She's never going to believe we're dating if you keep doing that."
"I didn't even agree to this."
"But you're here. If we don't get that discount, I'm making you pay."
"Fine."
Jisung was anything but fine, actually. He still wanted to die. Every time you approached the table, he had to make a conscious effort not to stare at you longingly. On top of being hopelessly in love with the waitress for his fake date, Chenle spent the entire meal making fun of him. When the waitress was at the table, he had to endure Chenle tossing wiki-how pickup lines at him (Seriously, how can he say "If you were a vegetable, you’d be a cutecumber.” without batting an eye? In front of a gorgeous woman?) and as soon as the waitress left, Chenle spent every available second laughing at Jisung.
"Do you want me to say something to her?"
"No! Please god no. I thought you wanted the discount."
"I do. But watching you try to act normal around our waitress is more entertaining than getting 15% off."
"No. If you say anything I'm burning your Steph Curry jerseys. All of them."
"What the hell!?"
"I'm serious."
He could hardly finish his food. He spent way too much time staring at you as you did your job. It was just too easy to laser-focus on the way you pushed a strand of hair behind your ear as you wrote down a table's orders, or the way you laughed with your coworkers during a brief lull in tasks. He could imagine being the one to pick you up from work in his car (he didn't have a car) and make sure you got home safe. Seeing your smile at the end of his day would have made it worth it.
"Dude."
Chenle's voice snapped him out of it.
"What?"
"You don't even know her name."
"Yeah I do. It's yn, it's on her nametag."
He chose not to acknowledge the bewildered expression that crossed Chenle's face, or the uncontrollable laughter that followed.
Jisung survived the rest of the evening (barely) and endured all of Chenle's teasing until the bill came. He figured his suffering would be over once Chenle paid. Chenle, apparently, did not catch onto Jisung's silent pleas for mercy. He decided to wait until they were collecting their things to leave to deliver his fatal hit. When you returned with Chenle's card, he decided to put the final nail in the coffin.
"By the way, he thinks you're super cute."
Jisung looked up just in time to see Chenle gesturing towards him, your eyes following the movement with shock evident on your face. His eyes met yours, and he almost combusted on the spot.
He was going to kill Chenle and then himself.
Valentine's Day was your least favorite season for a multitude of reasons. Primarily out of jealousy, but also because the restaurant you made the mistake of working at loved to promote themselves through couple discounts around this time. Not only were you forced to watch people in love in the wild all day, but they were also waiting for you the instant you clocked in.
Maybe the most evil part of all of this was one of the couples you were serving today. Both of them were attractive, objectively, but one of them was exactly your type. He stumbled his way through placing his order, he flushed bright red every time his boyfriend flirted with him, and he could barely hold eye contact. He was a complete and utter loser. Unfortunately, you were indescribably into that.
You felt a little bad, watching how they bantered when you weren't checking in on them. That boy always went dead silent the instant you stopped by their table, looking at you almost like he was scared. You wondered if maybe you looked homophobic? Maybe they felt unwelcome in the restaurant, being pretty much the only same sex couple in the establishment.
Having come to the conclusion that this was undoubtedly the case, you doubled your efforts. You went out of your way to make sure they felt welcomed. You even took an extra 5% off of their bill at the end (you really hoped your boss wasn't paying close attention to the checks tonight).
Honestly, you were a little bit confused about their dynamic. Both of them seemed like bottoms. Not that you were stereotyping them. But the little chatty one just had too much twink aura. But he was paying. The taller boy you were into was just too shy. And he wasn't paying. So truly, what was going on here? Maybe you were having problematic inner thoughts. You decided to stop thinking and return the little gay one's card to him.
You thought you were done with that exchange until the little one spoke up.
"By the way, he thinks you're super cute."
He pointed at his boyfriend, who you turned to witness turn paler than a sheet of paper. Your first aid training kicked in faster than your mind processed what was happening. One second, the boy was staring at you like a deer in headlights, and the next, he was passed out in your arms after you ran to catch him.
"Holy shit! Jisung!"
The shorter one ran to join you at his side, seemingly fighting between laughing and panicking.
"I'm gonna assume you guys would rather not pay for an ambulance or an emergency room visit. Help me carry him to the break room. Does this happen a lot?"
"I mean, kind of? Not really but he's socially awkward enough that social situations can make him freak out."
You let out a hum of acknowledgement as the two of you dragged him to the break room. Neither of you were tall enough for this. And this short guy was surprisingly weak, so you were doing the majority of the heavy lifting. One point to tall boy in the "Who is the top?" debate.
Nobody really questioned the two of you barely succeeding at carrying a man twice your size into the back. Which might raise some questions about the empathy of society, but you weren't here for philosophical discussions. There were much more pressing matters. Like the science behind how the hell this short guy could not shut the hell up. Seriously, he had not stopped yapping even once. You weren't even really listening, giving halfhearted replies as you plopped the tall one on the dingy couch in the back.
"Can I tell you a secret?"
"Mmm?"
"You can't edit our check or anything, right?"
"I mean, I could. But I really don't feel like it regardless of what you're about to say."
"Awesome. We aren't dating. Like me and Jisung. We aren't a couple."
"Oh."
"Yeah. He's so into you, man. Like so bad. I think he wanted to kill me for flirting with him in front of you."
"Oh, nice."
"Yup. I'm leaving now, you got this though, right?"
"What?"
"Yeah, bye!"
This guy, you learned, was a terrible friend. But you did learn the cute one's name from him. And that he was single. And that he was into you. So there's that.
You were just lucky that your manager had told you that you were cut after finishing the table with the gay couple (who were actually not a couple). As anyone would do, you decided the best course of was to sit on instagram reels after putting a cold compress on Jisung's forehead. He would wake up in a minute, probably.
You were right. He shot straight up a couple of minutes later and caused you to jump approximately 2 feet into the air out of shock.
"Fuck! Oh my god."
He was staring at you like a deer in headlights again. You watched him pinch himself a few times and continue staring at you like you were from another planet.
"You okay?"
"Where's Chenle?"
"The little twink?"
"Uhh. I guess?"
"Oh. Yeah he left. Didn't really give a reason."
"Seriously?"
"Dead serious. Sorry. He seems like kind of a dick."
"You don't even know. Oh my god. He dragged me here because he just needed a 15% discount, which, by the way, doesn't even make sense! I've seen his bank account! I don't think I've seen that many digits anywhere besides the lottery! And he picked me of all people to be his fake boyfriend. Seriously, me!? And then he spent the whole time making fun of me, I didn't even get to enjoy my food. And now he just left me here!? Unbelievable, seriously."
Your smile grew as he continued to ramble about his traitorous best friend. Man, you wanted him bad. He seemed to notice the audience he had, or rather, who his audience was, a bit belatedly.
"Oh man. I just said way too much. You're not gonna make me pay back what was discounted, right?"
"No, the other one already told me it was fake."
"He did?"
"Yeah. Also mentioned something about you being into me?"
"Oh my god."
You watched him visibly shrink into himself. It was cute how embarrassed he got at everything.
"He doesn't know what he's talking about. Don't listen to a word he says."
"Really? That's a bummer, so that means you wouldn't want to go out with me this weekend?"
"Right, yeah."
He paused. He stared at you in silence. His brain was definitely lagging. You watched the realization finally dawn on his face.
"Hold on. What?"
"I think you're cute. I'm off this Sunday if you want to go out for lunch or something. I'd like to get to know you."
"You're being serious?"
"Never been more serious in my life."
"I'm free too." (He wasn't. He had agreed to play basketball with Chenle already. He was cancelling that plan the second he was not longer in your presence).
"Perfect. Are you doing anything else tonight?"
"Besides plotting the murder of my best friend? No, nothing."
"I'm off work now, mind if we walk around together for a while?"
"That sounds great, actually."
You made him wait in the break room for a couple of minutes while you changed out of your work clothes, finally leaving the restaurant together shortly after. Conversation flowed surprisingly easily between the two of you now that he wasn't stuck in his head like he must have been at dinner. It was easy to slide your hand into his, interweaving your fingers and swinging your joined hands lightly. His blush now, you thought, was prettier than it had been during dinner. Maybe that was because it was all your doing that caused it this time.
His voice was soft, but deep, lingering in the air in a way that made you crave to hear his voice all the time. Conversation ranged from what you were doing with your lives (both of you were pursuing higher education, though you went to different universities in the city), to your favorite kind of Minecraft wood (Jisung liked dark oak. That's how you knew he was the right one).
You let him walk you home, like a real gentleman. With a fleeting kiss on his cheek, you walked into your apartment building with your heart a little fuller and a new contact sitting in your phone. Maybe this year you would start to like Valentine's day.
Jisung :) : Just got home
Jisung :) : Can't wait to see you on Sunday :3
mel yaps: this is my 600 follower and 127 post gift for all of you, please enjoy the evil bs my brain decides to spew out. also thank u to @jisusung for the assistance with brainstorming for this guy.
idk if any of y'all are yaoi pilled like i'm yaoi pilled or if any of u are into yuwin angst like i'm into yuwin angst but i projected all of my thoughts into 17.2k words on ao3 so check that one out if u feel like fujoing (or fudanshing) out
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mel yaps: happy pride to every tumblr user ever!!!! i was hit with inspiration since i went to pride yesterday :3 also hi i have returned !! i will probably be only really posting oneshots for the time being just bc that's all i ever have motivation and ideas for sigh.... wait for me plz i will come back with series stronger than ever!! for now enjoy the crack that my brain comes up with that usually involves hyuck. my hyuck brain worms are BAD plz forgive me. also hi perm tag list i hope ur not all going to hate me for my sudden resurfacing
i graduate in exactly 1 week!!!!! i also have exactly 2 days of school left
seeing as i will be having a lot more free time this upcoming week i PROMISE i will actually update things!!!
also big news (not big news at all) i will be learning japanese beginning in august would u all kill me if i postponed lost in translation until i learn more so i can make it not google translate japanese........ i'll make it worth it i swear
Hi i was just wondering what you use to make your smau ☺️☺️
haii anon :3
i use twinote for all of the twitter bits, and memi message for messaging!! i will say memi message is kind of glitchy for ios but since getting a samsung it has been behaving flawlessly for me!! def still usable on apple devices though it can just get a littleeee annoying
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uni graduate with a degree in fashion design.
it's been her dream to visit japan ever since she was little. now that she's graduated, she's taking the chance to spend a month in japan as she begins her job hunt.
overconfident and incredibly cocky. the only japanese words she knows are elementary level, or gyaru slang.
shotaro
uni student, in his senior year of his dance performance degree.
born and raised in japan, speaks fluent japanese, has tried to teach yn countless times but his patience only lasts so long, and she has the attention span of a goldfish.
regularly posts tiktok thirst traps unironically.
aeri
uni student in her final year of business management.
also born and raised in japan. also tried to teach yn japanese. did not lose patience, they both get distracted during their lessons-turned-gyaru-makeovers. not once has a japanese lesson ended without aeri being turned into a goshikku gyaru.
LOVES yuri.
ten
graduated with a degree in fuckassery (degreeless)
he didn't need a degree to build a wildly successful dance career though. he manipulated his way to the top and firmly believes that everyone should do the same.
does not speak japanese. no japanese lesson stories to be heard from him. but one time he tried to teach yn thai and somehow she retained it incredibly well and still utilizes the few phrases he taught her.
just nayu:
yuta
up and coming rockstar located in osaka, japan.
not a fluent english speaker. he lives in japan and has all of his life, it really is not surprising.
becomes the victim of an overconfident american gyaru on a random thursday afternoon.
yuta x gyaru! reader
, travel au .. strangers to lovers
warnings: smoking and drinking, poorly translated japanese using online translator apps
, overview
osaka, japan. only $1,000 and a 13 hour flight away. or, well, it WAS 13 hours away… 13 hours ago.
in a country she’d been dreaming of visiting ever since seeing a glimpse of the street fashion in the background of some nonsense tv show over a decade ago, yn finally felt at home. at home, until she realized maybe she should have learned more than 4 words in incredibly broken japanese.
well, that guy over there looked like he could help!
enter, nakamoto yuta.
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, chapters
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