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[ forever, and always ] Jangjun’s forehead still burns to the touch. “Called it,” you say for the third time that afternoon, helping him sit up. “I said you were going to get sick, and then you did. What happened to being built different, huh?”

“I am built different,” he whispers, voice raspy. “Still stronger than you.”

“Yeah, tell me that when you can walk to your bedroom door alone without falling over.” You hand him a glass of water. “Drink up.”

Swallow by swallow, Jangjun empties the glass. You help ease him back under the blankets, tucking them firmly around his body. “You don’t have to do that,” he tries to say. “Y/N, you’re going to get sick, too.”

“My presentation’s over and it’s the weekend.” You settle back into your chair next to the bed. “What else do I have to do but watch over my sick boyfriend who danced a little too much in the rain?”

“It’s because I let you have the shower first,” he pouts.

“No, it’s because you spent more time in the rain than I did and then didn’t put on a shirt immediately after you showered.” Your hand settles on his head, stroking his hair softly. “How are you simultaneously so smart in school but so inept with common sense?”

Jangjun curls up further under the blankets. “I’m sick and you’re still being mean to me.” His lip juts out mournfully. “Maybe I’ll just call Seungmin in here to take care of me instead.”

“And have him laugh at you even more?” You tug a little at his hair and he yelps. “I think you’d be yelling for me within minutes.”

“Seconds, probably,” Jangjun admits, hacking a cough into his elbow. “Ow.”

You pick up the empty glass sitting by the bed. “More water?”

“Please.”

He drains the cup painfully, then huddles back into his sheets. Your fingers return to his hair, softly carding through the strands. “Anything else you need?” you ask.

“No,” he mumbles. “Actually –” He fixes you with the doe eyes he only ever gives when he wants something. “Kisses?”

You raise an unimpressed eyebrow. “You literally just made a deal over how I’d get sick if I just stayed in here, and now you want a kiss?”

“Not just one kiss.” Jangjun blinks, smiling. “Multiple kisses.”

Shameless. You have to hold back a laugh. “None on the mouth,” you warn before leaning down. Your lips land on his forehead, on each of his burning cheeks and then his nose. “There.”

Jangjun sighs happily, tugging the blankets further over his body. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” You smile. “Now get some rest.”

(Jangjun wakes up later when you’ve left the room to get a drink. When you return, you find him struggling to sit up in bed, eyes blinking blearily. “Jangjun, what are you doing?” You rush back over. “Get back to sleep.”

“I woke up and you were gone,” he mumbles, still blinking. At the touch of your hands to his body, though, pressing him back beneath the blankets, he seems to relax.

“I just went to get some water,” you reply, holding up the bottle in your hand. “I’m back. Still here.”

He nods, eyes already closing. “Okay.”

“All right.” You squeeze his limp hand. “Need anything?”

“No.” A pause. Then – “Stay with me?”

You brush back sweaty hair from his forehead, then press your lips to the skin. “Of course,” you whisper. “Forever, and always.”)

Reblog to give Jangjun as many kisses as he wants when he gets better <3

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Disturbia

I’M THE TREND CHALLENGE  por @xblakebloom, @chettaphon e @fairyeoll

Dia 9: PÔSTER: tente recriar um pôster, seja ele de filme, série, marca de comida...

Finalmente o dia que eu estava esperando! Desde a primeira vez que vi o desafio, já sabia exatamente qual pôster recriar. Eu amo o filme Disturbia de um jeito que vocês não têm noção! Além disso, achei que essas fotos do Golcha se encaixaram tão perfeitamente que quase chorei de emoção (drama on), por favor deem views em “Burn It”, tá muito bom e meus bebês merecem!

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jangjun wip excerpt

the only context i can give is that this is based off 'all the boys i’ve loved before' and i smashed this out in probably 20 minutes which is embarrassing. i should be studying and working on requests. someone yell at me????? anyways please consider my first addition to the jangjun content on this app

pairing is reader/idk if i wanna make mc end up with jibeom or jangjun or maybe NEITHER heh!

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dear jangjun.

your pencil hovers over the page before you finally throw it down on the desk in frustration.

‘write your feelings!’ the pamphlet you’d picked up from the library on How To Communicate When Communicating Is Hard says in a loud yellow font. ‘remember, this gives you more time to think about what exactly you want to say!’

or maybe too much time, you think. because lee jangjun - the very boy you’ve been harboring a crush on for the last three months - moves out of this town and your life in three days.

at first, you’d tried your best to play it cool. you’d been so cool about it that even your best friend, jibeom, had no idea you had started crushing on anyone at all. you thought you’d try to be his friend at first and eventually bond over a shared love of - well, whatever the two of you ended up finding you both liked.

you lean back in your chair and remember the first time you’d ever properly spoken to him. it had been after a particularly gruelling geometry test on a cold winter’s day.

“um - jangjun?” you’d stammered as you gently poked his shoulder.

and he’d turned, the dazzling grin on his face shining brighter than those stupid fluorescent lights in the new music rooms.

“need my test?” he’d asked, and you nodded as he was already placing it on the pile in your hands. “here ya go. thanks!” then he’d walked away, backpack slung over his shoulder and his free hand waving at some students from another class.

you’d just stood there for a few seconds, doing the best that you could to recover - clearly the results weren’t very good judging from the way you walked around for the rest of the day, head stuck in the clouds (while bane of your existence, jibeom, pointed and laughed as a baseball struck you in the forehead during p.e), but the point here is that you had tried. the stupider thing had been that this interaction even left you feeling optimistic.

and then you’d never really talked to him again.

it’s not fair. it’s not fair. you used to think you’d have the rest of your high school career to carefully strategize a plan you’d execute perfectly from friendship to best friendship to gradual flirting (you’d cross that bridge when you came to it) to the grand finale: prom.

but you don’t have until prom. you don’t even have until the end of this week.

you pick up the scorned pencil again and put it to paper.

i like you a lot. like, a lot a lot. in fact, more than i’ve liked anyone else on this planet except maybe my family. i know we’re not really friends and you’re moving really soon and this is like really late but i still really, Really-

you pause for a moment as your phone beeps with a new message.

my ugly bff kim jibeom, 5.24pm : hey LOSERRR u wanna g rab tacos tonight??:D

-like you, jangjun.

you slip the unfinished letter into a blue box that only you know about and start searching for your denim jacket amongst the mess of clothes on your bed.

dear jangjun.

you slide down the bannisters and put on a smile for your friend that hopefully masks the hurt in your heart.

you were my first true love.

-

feedback is always greatly appreciated!! and someone tell me who mc should end up with s'il vous plait

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please help me | l.jj

pairing: Jangjun x reader 

genre: angsty, but the ending is  fluff

word count: 2 088

warnings: swearing, guns, alcohol, blood  

theme: mafia! au & strangers to lovers! au

Y/N lives in a city where the mafia runs rampant. One day she saves a young man's life, not knowing that he is the mafia boss's son. Now, she has just joined the no-harm list.

The last few years in Jeonju have not been safe, especially at night. Rumors are circulating that the mafia has returned to the city and had to move abroad. But no one can remember why. One night, the young girl was returning from work a little later than usual. She was terrified of all the rumors that she was holding the keys in her purse, willing to defend herself with them. She heard someone yelling, "hide!" So she did. She hid behind the corner, crouching to the ground. Then there were shots across the street and a subsequent cry of pain. When the shooting subsided, she came out of her hiding place. A few feet in front of her lay a man moaning, holding his thigh from which blood was flowing. She rushed to him. 

"Go away! It's dangerous here," the man yelled at her, but she still helped him to stand out. 

"I'm a nurse. I'll treat your leg, and then you can leave," she said, wrapping her arms around his waist for better support.  He didn't say a word, just wailed with a whimper as he stepped on his shot leg. Her house wasn't too far away, but he was heavier than she expected. 

"It hurt so bad... you should leave me there bleed to death," his words were harsh but still in pain. 

"Maybe I should have left you there, but my conscience wouldn't forgive me," she said with a lower tone, turning to the left, where was her house. Going up a few stairs to the porch was very difficult because the boy couldn't lift his leg. When they came inside the house, she led him to the couch next to the door.

"Wait here, I'll go for my first aid kit," she smiled at him with a small nod. 

"I have no choice but to wait here," he said with sarcasm in his voice. The girl sighed, rolling eyes, annoyed. The first aid kit was in her kitchen, where she grabbed a bottle of vodka to clean his wound. She went back to the couch where he was resting the guy. He managed to take off his trousers, which he left lying on the ground, which was already a small puddle of blood. 

"It's going to fucking hurt. Do you want a drink before that?" her eyes met his. He snatched the bottle from her hand and drank the clear liquid. He handed her the bottle again, and she pulled long tweezers from a first-aid kit, which she intended to use to pull out a bullet. She carefully poured vodka on the wound and immediately used tweezers, which she slowly grabbed by the bullet she had pulled out. He cried in pain, bitting himself in the shoulder. 

"It's out. I'm going to pour some more vodka and sew the wound," she said, looking at him with a kind smile. He nodded, shutting his eyes painfully. She began to sew the wound carefully, making sure he was okay. 

"I'm done. Wait here. I'll go for some wet towel to wipe all that blood from you," she stood up, running to the kitchen. She was back in a minute with a small bowl full of water and the towel in the other hand that she placed on the side table. 

"I can do it myself," he scoffed. She expected thanks from him or some kind behavior. She put things back to the first aid kit and turned away, walking into the kitchen again. 

"Arrogant asshole," she muttered to herself as she tried to wash the blood from her hands. She knew her cleaning work wasn't over because she had blood on the floor in the living room. She thought he would be away when she came back, but he wasn't. He was sitting there still without his pants on. 

"Aish, I was hoping you would be away," she said, rolling her eyes again. 

"If I'm a burden to you, you shouldn't have brought me here," his tone was sarcastic again.

"I saved your leg, maybe your life, so I was hoping you'd thank me. You're such an asshole," she shrugged. 

"To be you, so I would pay attention to what you say and to whom," he folded his arms across his chest, smirking at her.

"I'm not afraid of you. I think you could go now. Your leg should be fine," she also smirked at him and waited for him to get up and leave. He put his pants on, walking to her.

"You should be more careful, baby girl," he placed his palm on her cheek.

"First of all, my name is not baby girl, but Y/N, and second, don't touch me," she tore his hand away, smirking at him. 

"Nice to know your name, Y/N. I'm Jangjun," he sent her a flying kiss, leaving her house. 

A few days have passed since the night she rescued him. But something was wrong. She felt as if someone was still watching her, and sometimes a big black car parked near her house. It made her anxious. Her night shift was over, and she was on her way to a bus stop. From behind, she heard footsteps following her. Her legs started to shake from how she was scared. There was no one on the street because it was late at night. She was scared to stop walking, so she decided to make a stop in a convenience store. Y/N tried to call her best friend, but he didn't pick up. She quickly took something so that the seller wouldn't think she had come to steal. She went out into the street, where she looked around and saw no one. She took a deep breath and continued on her way to the bus stop. The bus arrived just when she came. She got on so quickly, exhaling deeply.

As she approached her house, she saw the same black car as in the morning. Her footsteps immediately went to the car. She knocked on the driver's window and waited to see if anything would happen. The window went down her eyes met an older man in his forties. 

"Why are you still parking here. Do you think I won't notice you? could you leave, please?" she was furious.

"I was ordered to guard your house. Just like my colleague got an order to supervise you when you leave work," he said coldly. 

"What are you talking about, sir? Can I talk with your boss?" she was disappointed in his words. 

"Sorry, I don't know if I can do it for you. The boss told me not to contact him," the man said, making Y/N more disappointed.

"I'll call the cops if you won't contact your boss. I'll search for my phone, so you have a few seconds to change your mind," she began rummaging in her purse, looking for a phone.

"Don't call the cops, please. I'll call him now," his tone sounded spooked. Y/N smiled triumphantly. After a few seconds, he handed his phone to her. 

What's wrong, Whangchul? Did something happen to her?

Hello, I hope that your employee will be somewhere else tomorrow morning and that your other person will not be watching me either. I can call the police and report stalking.

I wouldn't involve the police. I'm just trying to protect you because I think you're in danger because of the night you saved me.

Oh. You are that Jang asshole. I'm asking you to stop watching me. I can take care of myself. Thanks, bye.

Wait. I'll give you my number in case of an emergency if you need help. Okay?

I don't think I'll need it, so I probably don't want it. Goodbye.

She returned the phone to the owner, determined to go home and not have to deal with anything, but the guy stopped her.

"Miss, take this. If you don't take it, I won't be able to leave," he said, handing her a piece of paper with something written on it. 

"Fine, bye," she grabbed the paper and left him behind. 

On a Friday night when Y/N had her day off, she heard someone walking on her porch. Then out of nowhere, someone started banging on the door. For a moment, the door seemed to breakthrough. She was in the kitchen, hiding, holding the pan in her hands like her weapon in case the guy got into her house. She was shaking in fear as the banging on the door didn't stop. 

"Open the door, bitch," the man shouted, making Y/N more afraid. She noticed a piece of paper on the kitchen counter, the piece of paper with the Jangjun's number. She reached out carefully and dialed the number. After a moment of ringing, he picked it up.

Please, help me. Someone is banging on my door, shouting at me. 

I'm on my way. Hide well and don't get out of here until I take care of him.

She slowly walked to the bathroom after four, where she locked herself and hid behind a towel cabinet for safety. She was hugging her knees tightly, still shaking in fear. The banging was loud because it could be heard even in the bathroom. The man shouted various vulgar words and did not stop. Then there was a shot and another scream out of nowhere. But it wasn't the scream of the man who was banging on her door. Other shots were fired, followed immediately by another shouting. Her eyes filled with tears that started to fall. Her arms let go of her knees, and her palms pressed against her ears to hear less. 

"Y/N?!" Jangjun's voice shouted her name out loud. Her trembling body stood up, unlocking the bathroom door. 

"Y/N?!" he shouted again, waiting for her response.

"I'm here," she sobbed, wiping her cheeks with her shirt. She came out from the bathroom, meeting Jangjun's frightened face. He ran to her, hugging her tightly. She began to cry again, not with fear, but with the joy that she would be safe now.

"Shh, it's okay, I'm here," he stroked her hair, still holding her tightly. She held him by his black sweatshirt, into which her tears soaked. 

"Let's grab you some clothes. I'm taking you with me so you would be completely safe," he pulled away from her to look at her. She only nodded, walking away from him. But he followed her because he was worried about her. Everything that happened today was because of him and his family, which had a score to settle with that guy and his men. He watched as she was putting her things in a bag. 

"I'm so sorry," he sighed, leaning on the doorframe. 

"It's okay," she whispered, standing with her back to him. 

"No, it's not. Anything bad could have happened to you. Then I would blame myself for the rest of my life. That guy owes my family a lot and acted like an asshole and got you involved," he ran his fingers through his hair. She closed the bag, putting it over her shoulder. 

"I don't think you've blamed yourself all your life. After a few months, you would forget," she said with a small smile on her lips. 

"Nonsense. You weren't afraid to help me back then, and I don't want to sound cheesy but, I might, but I don't care. When you treated my leg, I fell in love with you. I was really grateful that you didn't let me lie in pain on that street. That's why I hired a couple of my men to keep an eye on you," he came closer to her and took her hand, which he pressed lightly in his. Her cheeks blushed hard after those words. 

"I should apologize for the nasty words I told you, and thank you for everything you have done for me," she came closer to him.

"I promise I'll watch you better now so that nothing happens to you," he smiled brightly at her. She buried her face in his chest, and his arms hugged her and kissed the top of her head.

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