#islo writes

[starsuh]

☾ req: shy boyfriend!jaehyun showing reader comeback photos ☽

it was a fact just as unequivocal as the earth being round and the moon landing being fake that jaehyun was incredibly in love with you. despite the tumultuous nature of his schedule (courtesy of being an idol), he would often find himself back at yours, with a tired grin and sweaty arms. this time was no different... except, it slightly was.

"why not?" you pouted, though you didn't need to act pitiful to get jaehyun's heart beating out of his chest — your mere presence being the catalyst of numerous near heart attacks already.

"because," he groaned, hiding his reddening face behind his hands. "it's embarrassing."

“you know, i could literally search up the teaser pictures for the comeback right now.” you playfully wagged your phone in front of his face, noting that the red case was just as bright as his ears now were. “what’s with the shy and humble act?” your eyes narrowed at him in suspicion. “you’re literally the hottest person i know.”

he curled into himself at the sudden compliment, eyes peeking over his folded knees to glance at you. "i'm doing you a favor by not showing it to you, trust me," he playfully scolded. "if you saw them you'd never want to keep your hands off me, and i wouldn't want you dying from heartbreak when i'm busy with promotions."

you rolled your eyes. "okay, you're hot but not that hot."

he dramatically gasped, falling onto the side of the couch as if you had said the most obscene thing he had ever heard. after a minute long stare down of you glaring at him and him wiggling his eyebrows trying to get you to break, he finally sighed and fished out his phone from his pocket. "fine," he relented, barely catching it as he tossed it to you from the other side of the couch. "but if you make fun of me, i'm breaking up with you."

you took a page out of his book and gasped just as theatrically, hand pressed to your chest. "when have i ever?"

his eyes narrowed. "does the term 'limitless era' ring a bell?"

pure laughter burst from your lungs and jaehyun couldn't stop the corners of his lips from rising at the melodious sound of it. you'd told him once that you were conscious of its loudness, but he couldn't even fathom as to why. he thought it was beautiful, just as beautiful as the rest of you. every moment with you reminded him of why he stayed and every moment without you simply reminded him of you.

calming down, you finally unlocked his phone, almost giddy with excitement at the prospect of either finding new material to make fun of him with or new material to add to your 'my boyfriend is cuter than your boyfriend' photo album. you opened his photos to where he had saved them to show it to you before changing his mind. scrolling through, you stopped at a particular set.

"wow," the awe in your voice not needing exaggeration, a feeling of both pride and pure love radiating from every part of you. you looked up to see him nervously waiting your reaction. "you look really good, jae. like, ethereally good."

his arms wrapped around your waist from the side, burying his face in your hair. "thank you," he mumbled against you, the words muffled.

you pushed him aside to get a better look at his face, never one to miss an opportunity. "jung jaehyun," you started. "i’m literally starting to sweat from how warm you’re blushing."

"shut up," he grumbled, furrowing further into your figure. you didn’t mind the post-practice fish odor, not when he gripped you as if you were the only thing keeping him afloat. though you were rarely one to shy away from affection when it came to your boyfriend, the gentle kiss you laid atop his head held a special kind of tenderness. with the popularity of his group rising, you found that the amount of time you were able to spend with him dwindled just as much. now, every moment was one you looked forward to, even the simple ones such as these. “you really think they’re okay?”

you nodded but took another glance nevertheless. “i do have a small question though," he looked up from where he had been hiding his face in your shoulder, his head tilted in inquiry. "where did the rest of your shirt go?"

[starsuh]

✩ [21:38] try as park jisung might, you still refused to kiss him after dance practice. 'if i wanted to drown in saltwater i would've went swimming' you'd said and that had been the end of it. however, unbeknownst to you, your boyfriend still had one last trick up his sleeve.

"you're such a loser," he laughed, poking your cheek as you pouted. "i can't believe you don't know how to whistle."

"you're acting as if whistling is a necessary skill," you whined. "like the skill of not breaking everything a person touches."

"that isn't even a skill."

"your denial of its existence is why you're so bad at it."

"listen," he placed his hands on your shoulders with a faux serious countenance. "all you have to do is pucker your lips then whistle."

sighing, you tried again much to your chagrin. "jisung, i don't think it's-" before realization could strike, he kissed you. you had fallen right into his hands... the asshole.

he smirked, sending you a coy look from beneath his bangs. "i win."

[starsuh]

☾ classmate!jaemin might have a crush on reader... just maybe ☽

you groaned in annoyance as na jaemin attempted to peak at your paper, whispering as the teacher sauntered to the opposing end of the classroom. "why do you try when you know i didn't study either?"

he shrugged in a nonchalant manner. "worth a shot."

to consider you and jaemin as friends would be too generous of a term. if there had to be a phrase describing your relationship it would be akin to ‘strangers that act like friends when they need something but most of the time forgetting that the other person exists’, and you were more than fine with that. jaemin, according to the rumors at least (the source of such most often being haechan), was an overly flirtatious fuckboy. it was only almost insulting that the only person he didn’t flirt with was you.

when the bleached blonde wasn’t trying to cheat off of your test paper, he could be otherwise found ‘borrowing’ your pens without the intention of returning them. at that point, you were convinced that he had probably lost as many of them as he did brain cells.

however, when he had decided that misplacing your fancy ball-point one was a forgivable action, you had finally had enough.

while he sauntered out of the classroom doors to head to the restroom in the middle of discussion, you decided to resort to stealing his post-it notes in petty retaliation (because for reasons yet unknown to you, he had dozens in numerous colors). what you weren’t expecting to find were short letters - if they could even be called that - written in the backs of them.

and they were about you.

'nah not crush looking cute as fuck today while i forgot to wash my hair bc jeno is an asshole who didnt wake me up WHY WHY WHY'

'and when i 'forget' to bring a pen so i have an excuse to talk to y/n? icb i dont get straight a's w a brain like this'

'autobots roll out, mission steal y/n's pens is a go'

'ABORT MISSION ABORT MISSION CRUSH IS LOOKING THIS WAY ABORT'

'ok phew y/n was just looking out the window, not at me'

'both relieved yet heartbroken</3 is it bc i didnt style my hair why isnt y/n noticing me im going to cry'

'i'm so proud of myself i didnt pussy out n talked to (bothered) y/n so many times today (2)'

so invested in their messages, you hadn't even realized when jaemin had come back from the restroom.

“hey, y/n, what’s-“ he turned to face you only to pale whiter than the classroom's fluorescent lights. "are…” he gulped. “are those my notepads?"

"depends," you said, dropping them back onto his table with a slight grin. "how's mission 'steal y/n's pens' going?"

[starsuh]

✩ [01:29] you groaned, pushing jaemin's camera away from your face. despite your complaints about the flash being too bright where you both laid upon the cement rooftop in the dead of night, your best-friend couldn't help himself. the moonlight reflecting upon your features was a sight so ethereal that if he didn't save it in the bank of his memory card it'd be a disservice to the entirety of the universe and himself.

finally settling beside you, he rested his head against your shoulder as you both peered upwards at the infinite. in a voice small enough to not disturb the midnight winds, you asked about his tendency to take pictures of you in the most mundane of moments but he didn't have an answer that sounded the least bit platonic. the truth was was that you were more beautiful than even the brightest of the northern lights; and though content was he with the notion of simply existing beside you, he hoped that with the slow ascent of the sun he would finally be able to tell you so himself without need of a camera lens to hide behind.

[starsuh]

☾ bestfriend!johnny ☽

johnny’s favorite feature is his length. length as in height, that is. and he liked to flex that characteristic on you every chance he gets. it wouldn’t have even mattered how tall or short you were, likelihood is is that johnny would still stand on his tippy toes during pictures just to make you look microscopic and would still try to give you piggy-back rides after parties because he knows you’re tired but too stubborn to admit it. he’s both so caring and annoying, that when he jokingly offers to feed you in front of his friends you’re not sure if he’s just being clingy or is just in the mood to piss you off. he often (purposely) does the latter.

if he's not texting you at all times of the day with the most random of things he'd seen that suddenly reminded him of you, then he was leaving you on read for a week. when the latter occurred, it was more often than not because he was working on a mix for a gig, though it was hard to be even a bit upset at being ghosted when your best-friend then tells you that he had thought of you while working on his latest set and that he'd even picked the songs that he knew you'd like.

as inconsistent of a texter as he was, there had never been a time where he wasn't there for you when you needed it — even if it was something as simple as mourning a show that you'd just finished bingeing or simply needing affection. he was always but a call away from busting down your door with your favorite food in hand and the promise to beat up whoever caused you any form of unhappiness, and considering how often he went to the gym you had no doubt of his capabilities in doing so.

besides the aforementioned, there were many benefits to being best-friends with a giant, the biggest one being that you basically shared ownership of his closet and the numerous comfy, johnny-scented hoodies that were in there. despite your insistence that he was the clingy one in the friendship, it was improbable to not miss his warm laughter that crinkled his eyes and rose from his chest like the sun finally ascending into the sky. and so you wore his hoodies. to sleep, to class — sometimes you'd even bug him to pull up to your dorm just to restock your johnny hoodies collection because your current pile no longer smelled like him; of coffee, pine trees and cologne. though, perhaps, the best time to wear his hoodies was when you two were having your weekly movie nights, buried underneath the blankets and reluctantly cuddled against one another in fear of whatever horror movie johnny had put on.

after being best-friends with him for years, you had grown used to his many habits, though not to say that you had grown to more than tolerate them. an instance of such was when he would barge into your room in the middle of the night to haul your half-asleep ass into his jeep to accompany him for midnight snacks and spontaneous drives around town. at your annoyed glances he'd explain that your presence, though grumpy, always made even the most mundane of moments fun.

johnny had a tendency to hog the aux cord while en route to whatever destination he felt like that night, only passing the very prestigious job to you on the drive back when his lack of sleep would finally catch up to him. long and thought-out were each of his playlists, an intrinsic mix of both popular songs and ones you'd have never otherwise heard. one of his habits was sending you spotify links and one of yours was having to pretend that you've never listened to his very basic recommendations before.

though going to parties with johnny was always fun (when he wasn't dancing purposely bad to embarrass you by association or scaring the people that would flirt with you away), his car was the true kick back. it was only midnight car ride protocol that the two of you would roll the windows down and yell to whatever song was playing whether you knew the lyrics or otherwise.

johnny liked to bring you to different places each time. there were occasions where he wanted to explore someplace new and brought you to some cliff far from the city, and then occasions where he wanted the familiar, like the parking lot of his old high school. you'd both recline your seats to stare past the opened roof of his car, either far enough away from city pollution that you could actually gaze upwards and see tiny dots of light or be within the area and see only a dark canvas yet to be filled. both were beautiful with the right company.

asking johnny to open any drink for you was always a bad idea. grabbing the cold bottle from your hands, he was the type to dick around and make an exaggerated show of struggling to opening it, crying out as he handed it back to you that if only he were strong enough to open this cheap bottle of beer then maybe he'd have been the boxer he had always dreamed of being since he was seven, blah blah blah. turning it in your hands, you always found yourself surprised that he had already done the hard part, the cap a turn away from being open.

it was easy to forget that the rest of the world existed when you were within the bubble of you and johnny's creation. passing drinks, blunts and recent anecdotes, you would never have realized the passing of time until the rising of the sun told you itself. though johnny was clingy at times and often a bit much, the warmth that only he provided could never be replaced, even by the morning light that casted its rays on your resting figures still perched against the hood of his car, fingers intertwined.

[starsuh]

first snow | dsc

featuring. dong sicheng x reader | 1.4k

summary. sicheng might hate the winter season but he definitely doesn't hate you... well, when you aren't trying to prove to him that the cold weather isn't that bad, at least.

genre. fluff | f2l

warnings. none.

if there was anything that dong sicheng hated more than being forced out of bed, it was skinship. hand holding, back hugging — the thought of his personal space being invaded in such a way often activated his fight or flight senses (in the case of his friends, it was more often than not the former).

but when you rested your head on his shoulder on the bus ride home, his heart fluttered in such a way that was both intimidatingly good and unhealthily bad. and such a change worried the man who relied on stability and people staying the way they were and places staying the way they used to be.

however, with you, he's begun not to mind it, counting down the seconds until classes dismissed and he'd be able to meet you once more at the same dilapidated bus stop where he'd first bumped into you.

even as autumn turned to winter, he found that all he could muster a single thought towards was you excitedly pressing your face against the glass, breath fogging the surface. "it's finally snowing," you said, with a smile that could have melted any newly lain layer of ice.

his brow raised, eyes racing across the landscape in an attempt to see what exactly had you so utterly transfixed. "is that... supposed to be a good thing?" you pouted as if the answer was obvious. it wasn't. "snow's so hard to walk through, and it's fucking freezing."

"that's why i always bring extra scarfs for dumbasses who don't think about the weather," you rummaged through your backpack for the offending bright yellow fabric. "i knitted it myself, by the way, so you're not allowed to complain about how neon it is."

sicheng forced an overly wide smile and thanked you with a voice that could only be described as deadpan.

ahead, the bus driver had pressed on the breaks, people furrowing around the pair as they tried to leave in both an orderly yet harried fashion. he grabbed your hand to help you up, finally deigning to wrap the scarf around his neck when he felt the sharp draft of winter's breath emanating from the newly-opened door.

somehow, from the twenty minute ride between your university to the off-campus dorms, the temperature had dropped to such lows that sicheng couldn't stave off a single shiver. you, however, remained unaffected — even bouncing on the backs of your boot-covered heels as you took in the whitened sky in an almost awe. perhaps it was your boundless energy that kept you warm. sicheng couldn't be bothered to do anything more than bury his face in your scarf though. it smelt like lemons, he noted, like your shampoo.

"we can't not go to the park today," you held your hands together as if already predicting sicheng's incoming complaints. "like, yeah, we could get hypothermia, but is that not completely worth the risk?"

sicheng hummed, placing a finger to his chin. "you're telling me to choose between suffering with an extra dash of suffering or the comfort of a heated dorm?" he marched towards the steps without fanfare, calling out his goodbyes from behind his shoulder. "see you tomorrow... or in the hospital."

you grabbed onto his shoulder with a pout. "by accepting my bribe," you nodded towards the scarf still tightly snug against his neck. "you have also accepted the condition of going on a first snowfall park date with me."

he was about to throw said 'bribe' at your face before his ape brain began to process the full extent of your demand. date? while labels had never been established nor discussed, it was clear without words that the connection between the two of you was one that pertained to being more than just friends. or, at least, sicheng believed (and hoped) it to be as such.

he chewed his lip before sighing. "i'm only going with you to make sure you don't slip on ice and break your ass."

you grabbed his arm and excitedly tugged him towards the tree-lined path leading to the park before he could change his mind.

"come on," you crossed your arms. "you can't tell me you can't see how beautiful the world is right now."

he gave you a blank stare.

"there has to at least be one thing you like," you sighed, placing your hands on his shoulders and turning him towards the gathering of whitened trees. "tell me what you see."

he huffed and a white cloud formed from the sharp exhale. "fine, i see..." his eyes narrowed, gazing across the scene. "i see snow falling so deeply that even if you sweep it away-" he kicked his foot forward to prove his point "-it still piles up."

he held a hand to shield his eyes as he glanced upwards. "also, it's too... radiant. like the sunlight is reflecting on the whites of the snow." without thinking, he turned to you. "you're the only good thing about this place."

snowflakes that once fell down in great heaps now paused mid-air as time came to a halt. time, with its own flaws and eccentricities, could not be commanded by a single wind nor a single boy rooted in place in shock of the words leaving his lips.

unsure was he of your stuttering words and wringing hands, whether to blame the cold or his sudden confession. all he knew was that you hadn’t run yet, and time would not wait for him just as the summer refused to stay when he had asked it.

it seemed that once sicheng began he couldn't stop. he chuckled whilst gently prying your hands from your burning skin. "i've been pretty obvious about my feelings, right?"

you huffed, stomping against the snow almost child-like. "this is so unfair, i literally brought you here so that i could confess and now you're stealing my thunder." the tilt of your lips betrayed your faux disappointment.

he smiled, placing your hands around his neck and his around your waist. "i'd still like to hear your confession." you glared at him, unimpressed. he gulped. "i mean, if you don't mind."

"i think..." you hesitated, "i think this would be a better way to explain my feelings than any confession could."

you leaned in to kiss him when you heard the loud snap of a branch above your heads breaking under the weight of the snowfall. the cold matter fell right atop sicheng's head, too distracted by your approaching form to notice and move away fast enough.

you burst out laughing as he furiously tried to swipe the snow from his hair. his whining complaints only made you laugh harder, your lungs demanding air and your face beginning to ache. "this is why i hate snow days," he pouted, and you couldn't help the hand that reached out to pinch his reddening cheeks just as you couldn’t help the heart that had begun to beat when you had first met him that summer day.

his self-proclaimed apprehension to winter reminded you of a frosted river. seemingly stagnant on the surface yet proceeding to flow beneath the thin layer of ice awaiting the gentle touch of a sun to reveal its inner depths.

you’d blame gravity, you thought, as your lips fell towards his in a touch just as gentle. "do you still hate it?"

his eyes widened, his fingers ghosting over where your lips had just been. he shook his head, centering himself. no way was he going to give you the upper hand... was what he had proclaimed until he had seen your star-filled eyes gazing back at his.

"i don't know," he shrugged, "you might need to do that again for me to make up my mind."

and so you did. again and again, until sicheng forgot about the cold seeping in through the bright yellow scarf you had given him and the harsh winter winds that bit at his ears and nape. again, until sicheng forgot about every single thing he had once hated about winter. winter was your laughter ringing in his ears as he tripped against ice. winter was snowmen and snow-angels made beside your grinning figure. winter was your hands warm against his own as he finally called you his. winter was you, and that was all he had ever needed.

[starsuh]

✩ [15:21] jaehyun thought you were beautiful, but he barely noticed it. he could drink in your words until his sentences slurred and his head felt light. in you, he saw the stars that seoul's foggy nature hid from those who needed to see it the most. he wanted to entwine you in melodies of songs that he had written late at night when the thought of you overflowed from his head to ink on paper. but first, he needed to call you. at the thought, did he stutter and shake, imagining how you would look at his number and sigh. a sigh of discontentment, he was sure, rather than one of returned longing.

for as long as he was allowed to love you, he would have no qualms about the word 'unrequited'; content with the hope that one day you may look at him and see the moon just as he looked at you and saw the stars.

[starsuh]

swan lake | JJH — jaehyun had heard of love sung through lullabies and midnight choirs, voices cascading through nights darker than ocean depths and deeper than baritone notes — but such melodies could not compare to what ached in his chest at the thought of you. unannounced was your attachment, weaving fingertips through every thread that made him him until the clothed material of his very being was no longer a solitary picture but one in which you now took up space. there was beauty in such a painful rearrangement, if only because he wasn't enduring it alone. he hadn’t known a single thing about love until you had stepped into his life and redefined it. you hadn't even needed to do anything but exist within his universe to hold it together. with all the subtlety of a car crash, you had been the cause of his ruin, and he yours.

he was no stranger to the subtleties and etiquettes of this particular dance. the dips and sways with every orchestral crescendo — if anything, he found it comforting. the uncertainty. the familiarity. the molding of his hand against your own as the fight to lead began. he basked in the subtle tug and pull of conversation as you both toed the thin line between love and hatred, of wanting to get closer to the other yet fearing the fall that came with every forward step. muscle memory was his every move, just as instinctive as his knowledge of every part of you, from the sounds that came from your parted lips behind closed doors to the way you'd laugh every time he almost stepped on your toes on the ballroom floor. and yet, vehement was his refusal to stop the cycle you and him had found yourselves in, for worse than his fear of rejection was his fear of silence; colder than morning-afters and rougher than floored clothing.

so, would the eternal dance begin anew, another crescendoing crash heralding tomorrow’s dawn when you’d meet in each other’s arms only to separate once more by the truth that light brings.

he had never been one to question the hands of fate until they had wrapped around the very same neck you had caught covered in marks that were not your own. just as one does not love breathing, he did not love love until there was fear of losing it — and so he did. it was in your final gaze that he remembered your whispered words from the night he had finally allowed the curtains to fall open: for sad is the ending of those who disobey fate, for if only love were to end like us, happily.