──── 「태산」 ( ✿︎ ) having a girlfriend who breathes pink should be a nightmare for a self-proclaimed nonchalant guy, but taesan loves every second of it .ᐟ ✮
THEY SAY OPPOSITES MAKE THE BEST MATCH. and you believe that whichever wise specimen shared the quote is correct, because you and your man are polar opposites.
han dongmin, better known as han taesan is notorious for his never ending collection of raven clothing, accessories and what not. anything anyone can think of? he has it in an ebony or neutral tone at best.
but, due to a certain change of events, he’s not the taesan he was a year ago. now, he’s your beloved boyfriend— he’s your pink loving, glitter covered self’s boyfriend.
he has changed for the better in his opinion, because thinking of the past where you weren’t his makes him want to jump off of a cliff. you take his change happily, his friends however, just can’t stop teasing the living shit out of him.
“god forbid a man love his girlfriend even if she loves pink as much as leehan loves corydoras.” — han taesan, two-thousand-twenty-six.
he sports a pink hair tie on his wrist permanently, as if the simple tie marks him as yours; as you know, a pink hair tie stands out on a outfit that you can find on pinterest under the search ‘grunge outfit inspo’.
“oh, you want that cookie so bad.” riwoo is non-stop clicking pictures of the sight infront of him, taesan with a pink hair tie as a bracelet and a ring with a shiny pink gemstone, as though he came across dinosaurs in the open.
speaking of ring, last valentines day you got him a gorgeous silver ring with the most delicate pink gem on it, saying that as long as he wears this ring, he has a part of your bright personality and passion for pink with him.
he hasn’t took it off since.
today, you’re feeling inspired. you have taesan sitting on the edge of the bed as you straddle his hips with a soft pink hairclip in your hand. your fingers flow through his soft dark locks as you try to clip the pin in the best way you see fit.
at the same time, taesan? he’s smiling a lovesick smile, his hands stay resting on your hips as he draws shapes on the curve of your hips absent-mindedly and his eyes reflect hearts.
he lets you do whatever you want without a complaint, forget a complaint, not even a beat is wasted before he agrees to anything you want to do.
which is how he ends up with a ribbon tied loosely but tight enough not to fall on his wrist, a hello kitty hairpin is in his hair, his beloved pink-silver ring on his ring finger and a my melody keychain hanging in one of the belt loops of his jeans.
he looks like a emo boy who fell victim to a pink cyclone. he could have removed the pink coloured accessories in the car, but he doesn’t want to undo the work you did on him with his favourite smile in the whole world.
so, he shows up to the chill hangout hosted at jaehyun’s appartment and the second he walks in chaos erupts, “our resident emo lover boy finally showed up!” sungho yells, uncaring of the poor neighbour’s of myung.
woonhak gives a eyeroll that says i knew this would happen, yet i’m still amused this is reality, “you look like a unicorn threw up on you.”
“it’s a couple of accessories,” taesan retorts with a scoff. “and what’s wrong if i look like it? unicorns aren’t exactly ugly.” he expects chuckles but the chaos explodes ten fold.
everyone bursts out laughing as if they heard the funniest sentence in the whole universe. the other five’s voices overlap over one another, and the teasing starts.
“you’re not the taesan that’s my homeboy! get out!”
“love hit him like a meteor.”
“who knew the girlfriend effect could be this effective and insane?”
“look at our resident romeo!”
taesan rolls his eyes, even though his ears are slightly pink, “alright, pack it up—” he starts but they don’t stop. they only tease more and more. sungho ruffles his hair with a shit-eating grin, leehan is pointing and laughing as if there’s no tomorrow, all while the non-stop chatter of the other three is loud enough for jaehyun to possibly get evicted.
well, this has happened many times. everytime he thinks about it for two seconds and immediately he follows it up with a worth it when he sees you and your shiny pink lip gloss.
a part of taesan’s routine is helping you put rollers in your hair at night so that you can achieve soft curls first thing in the morning, which means basically ensuring a good start to your day because a good hair day is a good day.
his fingers gently work their wonders on your hair. he slowly rolls your locks in the cylindrical rollers, clipping them in place. he does it with the precision of a surgeon too, as if he will get fired from an imaginary job where he’s supposed to put rollers in your hair if he doesn’t do it perfectly.
he admires his work afterwards, contently humming as you turn for him. he watches as you then do your skincare routine, tilting his head as he asks what double cleansing is. you answer his question and he nods.
after not even ten seconds, he asks another question. and then another. every single day it’s like he comes prepared with a list of questions to ask you. he just can’t help it, he wants to know everything about the things you love.
he applies your hair serum for you on hair wash days. his hands gently work the serum into your scalp, giving you a massage-slash-serum application service with the focus of a hair stylist.
taesan remembers how you said that serum is only to be applied in the scalp while conditioner is applied on the ends, not the scalp. he works methodically, massaging in sections to ensure the serum is absorbed completely.
he dries your hair for you, he’s basically your at home salon. he blow dries your hair carefully, making sure the drier doesn’t get too close. he smiles a soft grin when he sees you look in the mirror at your reflection, contended with the result.
he holds your many, many bags on your shopping trips. taesan sees you look at any clothing item for a second too long? he’s buying it for you.
he never lets you pay for all the stuff you buy, insisting that he earns to spoil you, making you blush as he winks and slides his card. spoiling you is second nature for this man.
he buys you pink roses, your favourite flower, on various occasions because ‘he felt the need to give you a rose.’ he doesn’t buy you a bouquet unless it’s a special occasion.
instead, he buys a single rose. when you open the door, he either has the stem stuck in between his teeth or he’s on his knees with the rose held out for you in a very proposal stance.
he loves being extra, but only for you to see, as— one, you love it. two, he doesn’t think anybody else deserves to experience this side of him except you.
he takes you out on lavish dinners due to the fact that you love taking lots of pictures and the over-the-top restaurants are a rather good location for photography.
and also because in his humble opinion, you deserve it and so much more.
down bad much.
taesan watches from behind you as you twirl infront of the mirror after getting ready with the most whipped grin in existence on his face with a look that screams this is the best thing life has to offer.
when you ask him how you look later, he makes silly heart poses, while complementing you ten times, maybe even fifteen. you giggle in response at his antics, and he smiles fondly as he made you smile.
this is what it’s like to be his beloved girlfriend. taesan’s love for you knows no bounds. he will handle anything just to make sure you stay happy, because a time where you aren’t smiling is his worst fear.
who knew love could chance a person so much? he certainly didn’t know that he would go from a nirvana truther to a lana del ray listener. it’s insane really, taesan says it’s due to the girlfriend effect.
𝓚𝑰𝑹𝑨'𝑺 𝙎𝒊𝙂𝓝𝘼𝙇 ( ˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗ ) ARGHHHH I WANT HIM SBBBBBBBB yes he's by current bias along with leehan :3 I ♡ taesan AND LIKE HES SUCH A GENTLEMAN IN THIS....... but like I'm not as satisfied w this as I've been with all of the other cards so pls lmk how this is b4 I spiral :// ++ LIKE + REBLOG = MWAH ♡ DO IT (by skz)
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thank youuu 💕 dw i didn’t take it that wayy, i’ll tag you in the sfw fics 🙂↕️
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──── 「정원」 ( ✿︎ ) after successfully conducting the season's endings fair; all yang jungwon wants is a kiss in reward — and who are you to deny your beloved vice-president? ✮
✦ written, flirting, a kiss, lover boy jungwon agenda, ft. heeseung, jake & yunjin, proofread, jake gets rejected by yunjin yay ✶ लवर्स 𓂃⋆.˚ vice-president! 𝒚.jungwon ᯾ president! 𝒇.reader .𐙚 ݁ ˖ ʬʬ 1398% ᝰ.ᐟ
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THE CHATTER IN THE SURROUNDINGS CONTRASTS THE SOFT HUES OF THE SKY. vermillion, pastel pink and various stripes of cerulean paint a soothing, dreamy picture in the vast sky.
the sun shines the last of its light, marking the evening and end of the day. the season’s endings fair ended minutes ago. students, teachers who came to pay a visit, supporting friends and parents filter out of the large area of the fair venue.
you at last return to the council’s chocosisstance booth— i.e. the school council’s booth where you get free chocolates as a vote of thanks and assistance in any minor issue or problem that either isn’t big enough to go to the principal and teachers for or for any queries related to the fair management, etc.
you plop down on an empty chair that is probably of heeseung, judging by his complaints that fall on deaf ears because you feel like you just worked a fifteen hour shift.
yang jungwon chuckles at heeseung’s complaints, pulling a chair to be beside yours and dropping down on it. he takes one of the chocolates on the stands you prepared in the morning and hands it to you with his signature confident and annoyingly flirty smile.
“let’s celebrate our shared W.” he says. you scoff, rolling your eyes playfully as you grab the chocolate. “the W stands for wasted, not a win; i’m on the verge of passing out.” the nice attitude you conjured for the entirety of the day has ran out and you’re now back to your bitter self.
which jungwon loves.
“it was exhausting, yes... but, it was amazing too, right?” he asks, tilting his head as his bangs fall over his eyes. he looks like the handsome-est cat-human situation you’ve ever seen.
“i don’t know . . . it wasn’t amazing,” you say, faking disappointment. you can see his mood falter in real time and you rush the words out of your throat, “it was very fucking incredible.”
you laugh and his heart skips a beat and his eyes light up like stars under the setting sun as if the stars in his eyes are welcoming the moon to establish its reign over the atmosphere for the next ten-ish hours.
he shakes his head, “you’re such a damn rage-baiter, it’s annoying,” he comments, making you furrow your brows. “mr. yang, are you reffering to me as annoying ?”
the way his name professionally addressed sounds on your tongue makes him stop his train of thought, however he recovers quickly. “annoyingly cute.” he elaborates and it’s suddenly your turn to attempt, ( keyword: attempt ) to play it cool and it backfires as it always does.
you’re utterly put together and extremely professional— you’re hanlim high’s president for a reason. but, your vice-president makes it hard to be as efficient as you’d like. he’s too handsome for you to care about ms. choi’s agenda for the month.
it’s even worse because he never misses a chance to hit on you. he likes you and he’s obvious about it, making it harder to resist. dating your vice-president isn’t a good impression on the council and you can’t lose focus due to love, you’re on the road for being class valedictorian.
but, as the days go by, it’s harder to pretend you don’t feel the way you do for him. especially not when he listens attentively to you and helps you execute your vision perfectly. not when he visibly lights up when you walk into the room as if his day just got ten times better. not when he buys you your exact order of coffee every morning and walks with you to your first class.
“don’t learn from jaeyun, it won’t score you any girls.” you advice teasingly, motioning to jaeyun, better known as jake who tries to flirt with another council member, yunjin who effectively rejects him.
you mouth a it’s okay, jaeyun while holding back your laugh to which he flips you off, making you burst into a fit of laughter and jungwon follows suit.
once the laughter slows down, he says, his voice low and vulnerable in a way it makes your heart do a somersault because it sounds so intimate, “well then, will it score you ?”
you look at him, really look at him and his dimples, his expressive eyes and the fear of rejection he sheaths beneath his confidence. “if you ask me right.”
jungwon’s brain short-circuits. did you just allude to him having a chance with you? are you indirectly saying you might actually like him back too? he goes quiet as the gears in his mind work slower as he’s stuck in a trance where all he can think of is the many possibilities that you opened the door to.
he thinks, and thinks, and thinks some more as if he’s actively solving a murder mystery. you raise your brow in amusement at his silence, awaiting his response as you think maybe i shouldn’t have said that . . .
you’re about to laugh it off when he speaks again, “y/n, we successfully conducted our season’s endings fair,” he says as you nod, confusion still not cleared up.
“and we did a wonderful job,” he continues and you nod again, wondering what’s being plotted by his rather strategic brain. he leans in closer, swiping his tongue over his bottom lip.
why is he unintentionally teasing me by being seductive like this? you gulp at the sight.
“so, don’t you think i deserve a reward for contributing significantly to the success?” he concludes and you hum, perplexed, “what sort of reward are you requesting, dear vice-pres.”
the certification of his role makes him chuckle as he says the next two words that make your mind go absolutely haywire, “a kiss.”
you can feel your cheeks tingling and you’re sure you resemble a tomato. jungwon thinks he played his cards right as he sees the tips of your ears coated red. adorable. he thinks.
you knew he was confident, but you didn’t expect him to be this straightforward. and the thing is, he didn’t either. he’s in shock that he said what he said out loud.
since when were you this up-front? he asks himself.
you put two and two together in your mind: he likes you. you like him. and you can’t care about what the council or anyone for that matter will think as you see his patient eyes that await your response. fuck this shit, he’s my man. you conclude from your intensive analysis.
“well, i would like that and furthermore, who am i to deny my vice-president?” you emphasize the my, clearly marking territory. and god, he just fell in love with you again.
possessive women are the shit. he crashes out internally at your confident tone. confident women are also the shit. he thinks.
he stands up abruptly, pulling his hand out for you to take. you leisurely accept the offer, standing up and running your hand through your hair.
he leads you into the back exit of the building, where he’s sure it’ll be empty. meanwhile, the council members, who just witnessed this scene occur are in a frenzy.
“what in the k-drama?”
“fuck yeah, took them long enough.”
“oh my gosh, my parents!”
as soon as he closes the door behind you, he looks at you one last time, asking your consent without words. when you mutter a yes, he gets his signal.
his lips land on yours with the tenderness of a man who has yearned too long. his lips are soft as he presses them to yours again and again. your hands find their way to wrap around his neck, fingers curling in his raven locks.
jungwon’s addicted. the taste of your lip gloss is driving him crazy and he can’t get enough of you. you pat his chest gently when your need for oxygen becomes apparent.
he pulls away, lips centimeters from yours, his eyes have hearts and he has the grin of a lovesick fool. “thank you so much. i love the reward, ms. president.” even his tone is laced with adoration.
you’re no different. the sweet smile on your face is enough for him to internally drop to his knees. jungwon feels blessed, thank the lord he took part in the council elections.
“you’re most welcome, beloved vice-president.”
𝓚𝑰𝑹𝑨'𝑺 𝙎𝒊𝙂𝓝𝘼𝙇 ( ˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗ ) HAPPY JUNGWON DAYYYYY yes his birthday was technically yesterday but Icompleted this yesterday and only did the layout today so I Counts as me being on time sybau ++ FIRST ENHA FIC KINDA NERVOUS...... also I made a post about what the season's endings fair is and if u didn't see it, read it here ! LIKE + REBLOG = MWAH AS U KNOW ♡
──── 「방찬」 ( 𖥔 ) your students are determined to matchmake you with mr. chris, but then they realise that you two have been married for more than a year .ᐟ ✮
✦ smau, fluff + comedy / crack, ft. lots of idols, matchmaking, special ft. jungwon + y/n from card 08, kms jokes, high school setting ✶ लवर्स 𓂃⋆.˚ physics teacher! 𝒃.christopher ᯾ math teacher! 𝒇.reader .𐙚 ݁ ˖ ʬʬ 15% ᝰ.ᐟ
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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. 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 collar 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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──── 「주훈」 ( ✿︎ ) juhoon loves you so much; but he's too shy to tell you, but he isn't good at hiding it either. luckily for him, you love him too .ᐟ ✮
✦ written, loser juhoon yay, super fluff, a kiss that is barely described, ft. cortis, reader as seonghyeon’s sister ✶ लवर्स 𓂃⋆.˚ super shy! 𝒌.juhoon ᯾ bestfriend’s sister! 𝒇.reader .𐙚 ݁ ˖ ʬʬ 1243% ᝰ.ᐟ
☆ 10 ⋆ the hermit ୨ৎ cupid’s cards .𖥔 ݁ ˖
GOING TO SEONGHYEON’S HOUSE IS HIS VERSION OF A FIVE STAR DAY. why wouldn’t it be? when he goes to seonghyeon’s house, he encounters the love of life.
even if he can barely make eye contact with her, a win is a win, isn’t it?
her? that’s you, the uni senior who is seonghyeon’s older sister. he gets to see you maybe once, twice if he’s lucky when he comes to hang out with the others.
only he knows how much he replays those 0.5 seconds of eye contact you make with him with your soft smile that has butterflies going crazy in his tummy with no sense of calm.
yeah, kim juhoon is head over heels for his bestfriend’s sister.
you presumed that either he was the most oblivious man in the whole world or he was a critical overthinker who overthought your way-too-obvious signals too much and gaslight himself into believing you didn’t like him.
he’s the first option you realise when he stills and then laughs a very faux laugh in a very mid attempt to play it off when you asked you look very kissable, has anyone told you that?
how much more obvious can you get than that?
and that’s not even the worst part. it’s clear as day he’s into you, like very clear. crystal clear. so clear that the entire gang teases him all the time for it, mainly seonghyeon because being this down bad but shy is outright diabolical, in his words.
and he finds it funny that juhoon likes you. he thought maybe seonghyeon wouldn’t be fond of the fact that he has a thing or a hundred for you, but the reality is seonghyeon doesn’t care, not a bit.
seonghyeon is #1 jjuy/n supporter, because you two dating means he can tease the both of you and ruin your dates. what more can one expect from a handsome menace like him?
today, 12th february, 2026. you’re determined to bag your baby, juhoon. it’s the perfect day, right before valentines day! and primarily as you’re simply tired of not having him as your boyfriend.
you bribe your brother to invite his friends over. you’re determined to make your lost money worth it. seonghyeon had already planned to invite them today, but why would he ever say no to free cash?
your ears perk up as the doorbell rings and loud chatter interrupts the otherwise calmness that enveloped your home. oh, yeah, you also bribed your brother to make juhoon come upstairs to get the controllers which are in his room.
his room is beside yours.
you open your door slightly, keeping it ajar to smooth eavesdrop on the conversations occurring in the living room. you cheer internally when you hear seonghyeon say, “yo, juju can you get the controllers? they’re in my room.”
a loud jackpot! sound beams in your mind as you hear your cute soon-to-be boyfriend, hopefully, agree and start climbing the steps of the staircase.
it’s showtime.
you open the door, walking out and mocking surprise when you almost bump into juhoon conveniently, “hi, juhoon! where are you going?” you ask, trying to sound normal but you can feel the way your voice is sweeter naturally when it comes to him.
his eyes are wide in shock and his lips are parted, “oh, me?,” he points at himself, as if he’s literally not the only juhoon you know and that is present right now.
you fight all your inner demons to constrict the smile that is threatening to present itself on your face, “are you not juhoon?” you ask, a teasing tone laced with your words that make his heat up in embarrassment.
why did i say that? juhoon curses internally.
he lets out an awkward laugh trying to do damage control— unaware of how you’re just barely resisting the urge to cuddle him until he forgets why he came here, “i’m here to get the controllers, we’re playing a game.”
“i’d assume you would play a game, as what other uses are there for a controller?” you tease further, having too much fun seeing him all red and cute.
holy hell, he’s so adorable. you think to yourself.
he scratches the back of head, desperately trying to siphon the chill guy in him that he parades around in with everyone else, and he knows he’s failing, “right!”
you giggle, running a hand through your hair as your hair falls back, perfectly framing your face and you can visibly see the change in him, his blinks slow down as if he can’t process the sight infrong of him.
“can you come with me, just for a minute?” you ask politely, tilting your head with a smile. he gulps, looking around as he’s damn sure that if he looks into your eyes again, he will crash out and confess his undying love to you.
“uh, sure, yeah... why not?” he stutters, heart racing as you open the door to your room wider, inviting him in. your room is as tidy as it always is, and the smell of the floral candles that you have lit up overload his senses in the best way.
you close the door behind you. the click of the door shutting makes him blush, what are you planning? he ponders as he turns to see you. he looks at you, waiting for you to speak.
“alright, i’ve given numerous signals that i know you didn’t catch, and i can’t handle it anymore,” you softly roll your eyes and pout. his eyes instantly flick to your lips and up, confusion written on his pretty features, what signals?
“i, y/n, like you: juhoon, very much.” you conclude, expecting the worst, even though you know he feels the same. his reaction is slow, like he has two brain cells that are working overtime to comprehend what you confessed.
oh my god. he thinks. when your words sink in, fireworks erupt in his mind, eyes wide as saucers, mouth agape in shock like he can’t possibly believe what you’re saying.
you giggle at his expression, waving a hand infront of his face, “well?” you ask. he stutters, sounds and words stuck in his throat as if his vocal chords were tied up.
what do you mean you like him? how? what do you mean your beautiful, confident, sweet self who has men ready to date you like him ? juhoon is over the moon.
“oh! wow... i mean, yes! i love you to— wait, sorry; i’m so sorry! i meant i, like, you know, uh, like you too! deeply, passionately!” he wants to jump off a cliff.
you smile at him, “i know. so, will you take me out on a date?” you ask him, stars shining in your eyes. he nods embarrassingly fast, aware that his words will only betray him.
also, wait— what do you mean you know? what i that obvio—
before he can ask himself more you kiss him and his brain short-circuits. he actually kissed you. oh my actual god. his mind has forgotten how to function as all his thoughts are overrun by you.
who knew very oblivious, shy and awkward juhoon could land a date with straight-forward, and bold you? he didn’t at all. but he’s super glad that seonghyeon sent him to grab the controllers.
which speaking of, they’re still waiting, confused while the culprit, seonghyeon is trying his best not to burst out laughing.
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──── 「지효」 ( ✿︎ ) cupid accidentally used her bow backwards and now she's in love with you .ᐟ ✮
✦ written + smau, slowburn up until the end, implied griefing of reader’s dates, ft. twice, fluff, a kiss ✶ लवर्स 𓂃⋆.˚ cupid! 𝒑.jihyo ᯾ human! 𝒇.reader .𐙚 ݁ ˖ ʬʬ 2864% ᝰ.ᐟ
☆ 01 ⋆ the fool ୨ৎ cupid’s cards .𖥔 ݁ ˖
RULE NUMBER ONE IN THE CUPID GUIDELINES IS TO NOT FALL FOR A HUMAN. jihyo snickers at the rule everytime, what’s there to love about humans anyway? she believes humans are peculiar creatures who long for one thing only, love, and who will go to any height required for it.
pathetic.
anywho, right now she has an important task at hand. it’s her first matchmaking session ever since she got her bow revoked for . . . accidently pairing cousins and being the reason that the two will be the sweet home alabama story for their family.
she takes a deep breath, focus, jihyo. focus. she reminds herself, mumbling under her breath. she looks at the letter which contained a photograph of an individual named y/n l/n, who is her target and then to said y/n, who looked to be waiting for someone.
you kiss your teeth, glancing around looking for a familiar brown-head of hair that belonged to sana. you pull out your phone, opening the chat where she said she’ll will be there in ten minutes. the text was sent twenty-two minutes ago.
jihyo is perched on the roof of an appartment building opposite to the street where you stood, bow and a glowing heart arrow resting beside her, waiting for their opportunity to blossom love between the two people they get shot to.
she has been observing you for about two weeks now, clinging to your being like a perfume sprayed one too many times. it’s a mandatory procedure to understand your target and find a match that’s as close to perfection as possible.
though she always takes this process too seriously. she stalks— in an attempted “non-creepy” way, however stalking is indeed stalking— she listens to conversations, she studies her target meticulously like how a scientist studies a lab rat.
it’s no different for you. jihyo’s payed attention to you for days and nights, and she has found the quote-on-quote ‘perfect’ match for you, minatozaki sana.
she’s your colleague in your law firm, she is kind, brings you coffee when she gets hers and always congratulates you when you win a case in your favor with joy that looked like as if she had won the case, not you.
she is equally as chaotic as you; with similar humor, caring nature and what not. jihyo feels proud of her matchmaking skills, because who could possibly be a better match for you?
she has already shot you with an arrow, meaning the only objective left for her now is to shoot sana, who should be on her way from the conversation she heard that occurred between you and the japanese.
jihyo hears the inner angel inside her squeal the words ‘jackpot!’ and she’s sure that if she was visible to the pedestrians below, they would be able to visualize gold coins and bars dancing around her from the bright smile that is etched on her face because look who just came into her peripheral vision— sana.
she picks up her bow, paying attention to sana and you rather than the position of the bow as she picks up the illuminating arrow. she tries to understand what you two are talking about by lip reading, however her lip reading skills are average at best.
you reciprocate the warm, inviting smile sana gives you. “y/n! i’m so sorry for making you wait.” she apologizes. you let out a over-dramatic gasp, “i thought friends don’t apologize.”
she laughs, “oh, yes! how could i forget?” she takes back her apology and you talk some more, ranging from office gossip to what’s your favourite thing about south korea?
you two were going shopping together, because what’s a better way to get close to someone than by shopping together? my hangout ideas are amazing! you praise yourself.
it’s giving narcissist.
jihyo, on the other hand, has her bow aimed right at sana. she is now standing maybe six feet away from you two, so as to accurately shoot sana and not accidently shoot another person.
she always learns from her mistakes.
“OH FUCK!” jihyo’s jaw dropped, she shot a random stranger instead of the match she’d chosen for her target.
“THERE WERE ONLY THREE PEOPLE ON THE STREET.” one of her seniors, nayeon, shrieked. jihyo stuttered a lame excuse, which was obviously not bought by any of her seniors and friends.
her bow was revoked . . . three days after she got it back.
never again.
safe to say, jihyo and her bow are nothing short of enemies. she gulps, pointing her bow at sana as she takes a deep breath. she draws her bow, arrow ready to bond two souls in a beautiful love.
she is about to release the arrow when an ubnoxiously loud horn blares, completely catching her off guard and she flinches hard, her fingers losing grip of her arrow.
the arrow land on the pavement before bouncing back and hitting — her. while you two? you laugh at a dumb joke sana cracks, hand grazing her arm.
a million thoughts run through jihyo’s mind— oh shit. do love arrows work on angels? no, obviously they don’t, hah. who said they don’t? what if they do work? am i tied to a mortal?! what about my human-hater aura?!?!
she face palms herself, unleashing her angel wings. she lifts herself up, flying to the quietest place she can find, an abandoned building on the other side of the industrialized city.
she lands on her feet, head pounding. she takes a deep, deep breath and lets out the loudest, scariest, most petrifying, most perplexing and most disgusting scream mankind would’ve heard if she was in her human-proof form, i.e. visible seemingly human form.
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you fix your hair for the last time, grabbing your phone and keys. you walk out and lock the front door of your studio appartment. as you reach the ground floor, a black suv pulls up and steps out a woman with blonde hair.
jihyo’s eyes narrow, who is that? the woman looks to be your age, with heavy makeup and a big fat tattoo on her neck to her jaw. jihyo is stunned.
a strange, undesirable feeling spreads in her being. it’s not hate, distaste or even judgement; it is something else entirely. her eyebrows furrow and she unfurls her wings as the suv engine roars to life.
she follows the car with intent, she doesn’t know who you’re with and she can’t take the risk of anything happening to you. she needs to have a happily in love client, not a harmed or dead one.
upon reaching the restaurant, jihyo remarks that it looks very expensive taking in account the standards of mortals and what they consider ‘exquisite’ — which is nothing compared to heaven’s breathtaking artitechture, but jihyo digresses — she sees the woman open the door for you and lead the way.
jihyo sits herself on the windowsill along the table you and your date sit at. her lips are pulled downward, her eyes stern and glaring at the woman for unknown reasons, most probably annoyance as she didn’t pair you two and if you did start dating momo, jihyo knows her name now, she wouldn’t get credit for it. that is she’ll have a failed target.
fuck you, momo.
the more the date progresses, the more jihyo gets mad. you and momo are now engrossed in a meaningful conversation with her hand on top of yours, disgusting, jihyo thinks.
since when did literal cupid have a problem with public display of affection, especially in this case: all you’re doing is letting momo lay her hand on yours, that is it.
jihyo won’t let this ship sail, not when you’re her target, absolutely not.
following this date, you are more than happy to have a second date, but momo declines and says she already has a person who she is seeing seriously. it is surprising, the date you went on is only three days ago as of now but mayhaps she fell in love at the first sight.
jihyo is the culprit for this. she matched momo with another woman of the name dahyun, gaining another target up her sleeve and conveniently got momo out of the way.
is it a little unethical to pair a target with a match that you’re not assigned to? ofcourse. is jihyo regretful? the fuck not, infact her ego is higher and soaring the skies just as she is, literally, in search of another match because she just heard you sister-zone sana.
over the course of the week, you’ve went on a first date, and also a second date, but things didn’t end well, it didn’t escalate to a third date. you are pretty bummed, simply too tired from spending valentines day alone for all your life.
now, jihyo? that’s another, more impatient story. well, she is very patient b everyone has their limits and she is at the point where the line of the ending of her limits is seen four meters away.
she’s been working on this for five weeks and counting. she thinks finding love is easy, but this has proved her wrong, sometimes it really is as comically hard to find as movies and those ‘slow burn’ books make it out to be.
in this stage of annoyance and stress— she comes to a slightly, again, unethical solution. it is a given that you, as a cupid, aren’t to reveal your identity and let your target know you’re their assigned cupid. however, she is at her wits end and breaking cupid laws is not her biggest priority.
so, she gets your number from snooping on your phone at the dead of night. she is currently in a hotel room that she rented down the street where you live, with her phone in hand, your number opened and fingers selectively typing an appropriate message; which is definitely not easy as you know, texting your target as their cupid doesn’t have a course, unfortunate.
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with your cupid’s guidance and planning, you have went on many, many dates in the past month. and two times you were ready for an official relationship, but somehow, someway, it never worked out.
something always went wrong one way or another; minnie who quit things because she wanted to be with a thai woman, why did she say that after three dates? questionable. and then there is mina, who denied continuing things due to ‘personal reasons’, debatable.
you are deeply frustrated, while jihyo hasn’t a problem, she is unbothered, happy even! she is driving you crazy. seeing her so chill about your already non-existent love life deteriorating makes you want to maybe rip her glorious wings off.
oh, yes. you have seen her now. after you begged, begged and begged some more and even went as far as to put your ego aside just to see who your damn cupid was, she showed herself, wings, shining iridescent halo and all.
she is pretty, like very pretty, ethereal-unreal-doesnotexist type pretty. you wonder what it would be like if only she was human. yet, she is not, she is an angel. you’re a human.
you huff sitting opposite to jihyo, jaw clenched as you glare at your cupid. “how bad of a matchmaker are you?” you ask, “does it always take this long to match two people?”
jihyo has an unreadable expression on her face, an emotion evident which you can’t identify. she’s utterly conflicted and her mind, it is a whirlwind of ‘what if’s’ and ‘why me’s’.
over the course of this month, every day you went out with another woman, held hands, smiled, giggled; she felt angry. she didn’t know why, her plan was literally going according to plan, you were having a good time, yet she couldn’t shake the unknown feeling in her.
one day, in heaven as she was conversing with jeongyeon, she couldn’t hold herself back and she asked her. jihyo explained her symptoms, as if she was infected with a disease, and told her what has been happening with her.
the more she talked, the more jeongyeon’s smile turned downwards, spread into a deep frown by the end of jihyo’s struggle-speech. jeongyeon sighed, raising her hand and placing it on jihyo’s shoulder.
“what?” she asked, confusion written on her face. jeongyeon sucked a breath, “jihyo, the arrow did work. you’re in love,” jihyo gasped, a look that can only be expressed by pure exasperation on her face.
jeongyeon nodded a little when she saw her face and continued, “you’re experiencing jealousy; you want to be in her date’s place.” jihyo shook her head, “that isn’t possible! what are you talking about?!”
“i now know, it is infact possible. arrows if love work on cupids too.” jihyo’s world was turned upside down from the two lines. how did she fall in love with a mortal? the same mortals who she finds pathetic to be in love with.
pure, golden irony.
today, as she sits across from you, understands the feeling she feels when she’s with you. she knows the effect your laugh, your smile and your eyes have on her is because of the bond that she created.
she swipes her tongue on her bottom lip, making your eyes drift on them for a second before flicking up to her. she stands up, walking closer.
you look at her with a perplexed look on you. she disregards your expression, clasping her fingers around your wrist and pulling you up to stand inches from her.
from this close, you can see faint sparkles in her irises and her pupils are slightly dilated. you have never been this close to her, you can see the faint skin texture of her face.
a light rosy shade of pink coats your cheeks from the distance, or lack of to be clear. “what do you think you’re doing?” you ask, trying to sound stern, but your words come out hushed, careful.
“i matched you with someone more than a month ago.” she says, words laced with something sweet and not monotone speech. you have noticed changes in her since getting to know her.
in the start, she was sharp, demanding and dedicated to finding you a match. slowly, though, she got more sloppy, more indecisive, more soft.
her eyes aren’t blank when she looks at you now, they are a mix of something soft and mayhaps... vulnerable. her feels more approachable, less like a love tyrant.
“then, why is she not asking me out for a date?” you try to pull your hand out her grip but it only tightens, “she is a coward, so she looked at tou from afar.” jihyo answers and she isn’t wrong, she is a coward for seeing you be rejected again and again, knowing who you are to her.
“well, you did a bad match then! i don’t like cowards.” you complain sharply, huffing once more. “she told me she won’t be a coward anymore,” jihyo coos internally at you, who knew humans are this cute?
you don’t respond, waiting for her to continue. “is she still a bad match, even if she’s your cupid?” jihyo finally says it out loud and it feels like a big burden has been removed from her shoulders.
your mouth falls agape, gears in your head working overtime to comprehend the question jihyo posed, “you can’t be serious.” is all your throat allows you to whisper, eyes blinking at her, your supposed match.
“i wish i was, loving a mortal isn’t easy.” loving? your brain short-circuits. “oh my god.” you breath out. “why are you calling god’s name when you have an angel?” jihyo tilts her head.
she looks so cute right now— y/n what are you thinking?
“so, can i kiss you?” you ask, hesitant, you’ve never kissed an angel before— duh, but as you look into jihyo’s eyes and fall for them, understanding that her unreadable look is just her eyes with tiny, dancing hearts in them— you want to.
maybe thinking like this isn’t bad.
jihyo immediately almost spontaneously combusts, blush staining her sun-kissed skin. you raise a brow, ready to back down, maybe i was too straight forward, but she doesn’t say anything.
instead, she presses her lips to yours, pulling you in a blissful kiss. it feels like sparks and fireworks blast around you. you have kissed many woman in your life, but they’ve never felt this right, this good, this perfect.
jihyo truly is your match, the kiss just proved it, and you for some reason, can’t find any reason to be frustrated. and as you pull away for a second before she rushes in again, making your forehead bump with hers, you can feel her smile into the kiss. and you realise being cupid’s match won’t be bad, at all.
and jihyo? she has now broken a big rule in cupid guidelines, yet she isn’t bothered. because she now knows why mortals love. loving mortals isn’t hard and it is surprisingly addicting. and even if she has to suffer the consequences of breaking a rule she, she wants more, especially if the mortal in question is you.
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𝓚𝑰𝑹𝑨'𝑺 𝙎𝒊𝙂𝓝𝘼𝙇 ( ˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗ ) HAPPY JIHYO DAYYYYYYYYY this is my gift to u guys in honor of my second wifey's birthday !! she's 29 shut up ..... I SAID SHUT UPPPPP she's my babyyyy :333 ++ this is pretty long but I wanted it to be even longer bcs I love this trope sb but deadlines and I have sm school work I'm gonna kms ALSO this is probably the longest fic there'll be for cupid's cards bcs I simply don't have enough time to write 27 MORS longs fics like so they will all be shorter than this and might also have smau inclusions like this one too WHICH REMINDS ME how is this new style of writing I made many changes, it's in present tense now + there's the smau screenshots + it's a bit more descriptive and a bit less serious idk I kinda like it PLEASEE LMK && yk the drill pls like n reblog I'll mwah u
