#ji writes

[sxojihye]

stargazing with han jisung

jisung x reader

a/n: uhh it's sad jisung hours okay okay but really i was in a soft jisung mood so pls i'm sorry it's like 2 am so oof (imagine me proof reading this, because i didn´t) but tbh, is this a normal?? type of thing without angst because uhhh angst is the only i can write so have this as practice from me as i try to write fluff for once

stressful weekdays, headache pounding the inside of your skull

it was getting closer and colser to the end of the school year, finals and graduation

yet that wasn't keeping you on your feet, instead it made you sink deeper and deeper into a loop of endless work

as the clock hit four, you raced home, crashing onto your couch and without another thought you were out

laters hour you wake up to the sound of your phone ringing, four hours of sleep

you open your phone, missed called from jisung with a few messages

From Jisung at 8:28 - do you wanna go out tonight?

From Jisung at 8:30 - the stars are nice tonight, i'll be waiting on the roof top

From Jisung at 8:31 - p.s. be careful getting up here 

getting up you grab a dark hoodie from the coffee table, and walked towards the window

pulling up the window, you climb out, you grab the bars to the fire escape

you pull your hoodie on before shutting your window close and climbing up the stairs

you were quick, staring up at the sky, clouds crossing the night sky

"there's no way we're seeing stars tonight" you said to yourself two aways from from the rooftop

you could hear soft music playing, and a familiar voice, singing along to the song.

you reach the last flight of stairs, pulling yourself over the wall, and on to the roof top

jisung laid on a blanket with a backpack and snacks on it

you walk over to the blanket, taking in your surroundings

the music came from his laptop, playing a song that you and jisung danced to on the day first day of your relationship

his voice mixed into dean's, matching the setting of the scene, his voice was soft, relax, and welcoming

you sit on the blanket, catching the boy off guard

he sits up, giving you a big smile before he continues to singing,"love love the stars, love love the moon"

you continue to watch him, memories from the start of your friendship flowing into your mind

remembering the night you went out with friends only to find yourself in front of him as jisung and his two friends were rapping at an underground bar

you could see the passion in his eyes as your eyes met and he gave you a wink, the same passion you see when you stood in front of each other with bright red faces

the day he confessed was after a busking event with with his friends, months after meeting him you felt a tug at your heart each time he would stare into your eyes or when you got a text from him

he spend his free hours with you, exploring new places to eat, going out to arcades, and random dates to the park only to find jisung feeding squirrels and smiling at them. they all added up to that moment

"hey, i like you," he said, his voice was low, serious. it wasn't like his normal happy and hyper voice. his eyes followed your movement, hoping that there was a slight chance you felt the same

"hey, i like you too" and as soon as the words left your mouth, jisung cracked a smile, a heartwarming one, the smile that made you want to give him the whole world

and in his eyes, you felt the same passion that you felt when he was on stage

here you saw on the blanket on the rooftop at 8:47 PM, staring into his eyes as he sang to you and the night sky

he grabs your hand, pulling you up, he slides his right hand to your mid back before intertwining his left hands with your right.

"is this a little old fashion?" you asked, gaining a pout from him as you give him a gentle smile, you pull both his hands to your back and you wrapped your arms around his neck

"you know, i learned to slow dance for you" he said, looking into your eyes as the two of you began to move the song

"there's no reason for that, are you going to learn ballroom dancing next?" you asked jokingly, jisung smiling at your words

"i mean, maybe i will," he said, giving you a kiss on your forehead," i want to my life with you so you never know when i'll need to"

"maybe i want to wait at the altar for you. hold your hand like this as we dance. maybe i want just that, i find the use for learning ballroom dancing for you," he continues, as he moves with you to the pace of the song, smilling at you as you realize his words.

"god you're such a dreamer, what am i going to go with you," you reply to him, moving your arms to his waist and hugging him closer.

you could him let out a sigh, before he stops moving. he plants a kiss on the top of your head before looking up. "the stars"

"oh?" you look up, seeing the bright specks of stars that decorated the night sky. "the clouds are gone"

"i-uh" jisung started, shifting his eyes to you. "i'm in love with you," he chokes out, a pout appearing on his face. "i love you"

"i love you too" you said, smiling at the boy with stars in his eyes, shining brighter than the stars in the sky.

and with that he cups your cheeks, smiling as he kisses you. (jisung is probs one of those person that smile with the kiss someone and that makes me tear up like i AM SOFT DON'T TOUCH ME)

breaking away, the boy squishes your cheeks before he pulls you closer and holds you as the song comes to an end, the recording knocking bringing some peace to the two of you on the rooftop, under the stars.

[mashumiwu]

[7:30pm]

“C'mon, Jeno!! Just one bite?” You asked, while watching your boyfriend, Jeno eat his piece of cake. He looked at you. “No” He smiled and turned back to keep eating. “Pleeeaasssseeeee~~?” You pouted. He looked back at you. “Oh my god, y/n, you know what happens when you pout!” He whined. You continued to pout. “Fine....” He said. He pushed the plate towards you. You smiled and took a bite, then another, then another. “Y/N! You said only one bite!” He said. You giggled. “I meant more than one bite!” You said and went back to eating. Jeno groaned. “I hate you...” He said. “You know you love me...” You said, looking up at him. He chuckled and came closer to you, wiping off some wiped cream from your lips. “Sadly, I do...” He said.

Date w/ Boyfrind!Jeno drabble (fluff) <333

[choe-hyun]

I want to build perfect circles around you for only Spring's air to touch aside from my own fingers It's dangerous to think about any part of you as mine as anything between us, the space the time, as ours as if our names had any weight to hold anything down and claim as our own You're honey, I heal and mend and the hum of the bees remind me of you

[sxojihye]

Intro (1) ↠ Intro (2) ↠ next

euneirophrenia - haechan x reader

haechan and y/n used to be close, but about their second year in high school, they began to dislike each other. after the school year ended, one of them moved over to china, spending the rest of their high school years there. what happens when they meet each other again at an international school? will they still hate each other over the past or move on?

AN: this is less funny because my brain cells are fight over a jaemin's fucking smile like damn boy you make me lose more brain cells than chenle screaming

[sxojihye]

Intro (1) ↠ Intro (2)

euneirophrenia - haechan x reader

haechan and y/n used to be close, but about their second year in high school, they began to dislike each other. after the school year ended, one of them moved over to china, spending the rest of their high school years there. what happens when they meet each other again at an international school? will they still hate each other over the past or move on?

A/N: this is going to be a mess. just like my entire life. but hi hi. this is the first time i’m doing something like this, so pls chill. this is more of a crack fic than anything else.

[choe-hyun]

I never took you to my favorite places because you never took me to yours and there’s this bitter resentment nestled right up against my heart everytime you said “we should go” Yeah, I would if you ever took me anywhere other than your arms, my bed, the floor of my own room the same park by your house where you wont hold my hand in case your parents saw, or their friends, or anyone for that matter saw any manifestation of how i loved you (past tense). I need to clarify that because you’ll take it and twist it against me if I leave any part for interpretation because that’s fair so no, the sunsets are mine the bouldering is mine the trees in the forest of my backyard are mine and you can have the Met and the noodle restaraunt in Queens and the rest of the city if you please tear the foundation of New York apart I don’t need it anymore than I need you

Ji, “dates you never took me on”

[tatwooine-archive]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

hey i wrote a short little thing if u wanna read it

[jishinsjourney]

North End (working title)

Just a chunk carved out of my monkey-on-typewriter NaNo ramblings. I figured since it got an “ow” out of @expatriots-wife that it must be at least reasonably decent.

I don’t know that this piece actually fits in the book. In fact, this might actually be somewhere in book two. I’m just writing scenes until I have enough that I can piece it all together.

I ran away from home when I was ten. Every kid does this, usually because they’re tired of being picked on by a sibling or think that whatever chores they’ve been given are unfair dictates handed down by the rulers of life on high, their parents.

Andrew and I got along about as well as most brothers, which is to say that on good days we got along splendidly, and on bad ones someone could have claimed we’d started our own little version of the Grand Campaign in the street and not been too far off. To be fair, sometimes those were the good days, too. Andrew is a brilliant engineer. By the time I was old enough to get scooped up by the military, I’d already learned plenty about incendiary devices from close personal experience with my big brother.

Drew was the one who made it go. He caught me while I was packing up, and promised to run interference instead of ratting me out. I don’t know what he was thinking. Maybe the raw victory of pulling one over on Mom and Dad was the temptation. Looking back now, I’m not sure what I was thinking, either. Just that I was tired of the flat world of wheat and that I needed to get beyond the beyond.

My parents weren’t fairy-tale ogres by a long stretch. They ran a mercantile in a small town out in the Laughton prairie, on the far side of the Switcher Range and about forty miles from the desert. Linden wasn’t a city by a long shot, but it was big enough to be a thoroughfare. Dad spent most of his time cutting deals between the local farmers and traders that came through, and what didn’t get sold or traded directly across was what Mom put up in the shop. Drew and I both got a thorough education on stocking, shelving, cleaning, and customer service when we weren’t being schooled.

Education was a simpler thing back then. Reading, ‘riting, ‘rithmetic, and ritual. Linden’s magic is all tied up in those aforementioned amber waves of grain. The usual blessings were for health and wellness, strength and productivity. Wheat conducts all of those things pretty well. My brother somehow figured out how to turn old kernels into eraser-sized fireballs. I mentioned he was a genius, right? He never shared that little secret, though.

I wandered off that golden afternoon, hobo bag slung over my shoulder, and ambled down to the creek. I followed it for hours under the cover of the trees that shaded it, at least as far as Drew and I had ever been on our own, until the twists and turns grew unfamiliar and I spent as much time looking backwards as I did forwards, making sure I wasn’t lost. Though how you get lost when you’re following a creek, I don’t know. You can always turn around and go back. Even little me knew that. It’s just easy to second-guess yourself when you’re alone and somewhere new.

Dinnertime came and went. I scarfed down the provisions ten-year-old me had figured to bring -- bread and a sausage, a couple of apples and a candy bar. It had been a long day’s haul, and I was tired. Part of me was vaguely surprised no one had come in search of me yet, and part of me reassured myself that when Drew said he’d handle it, he’d meant it.

About then was when the real anxiety set in. There aren’t any big critters out in Laughton, but I hadn’t been all that thorough about planning where to lay my head. The things that escape you when you’re ten. I’d thought enough to bring a towel, in case I needed to clean myself up wherever it was I was going, but nothing intended to be slept on. Little me probably thought that a building would somehow appear that I could stay at, because I was a kid and no one would turn a kid away.

It kept getting darker. I wished my brother had taught me that fireball wheat kernel spell; that way I could have comfortably set a campfire no matter where I’d been. Since he hadn’t, I gathered what twigs I could find in the deepening gloom and tried to figure it out on my own. No dice. It probably would have helped if I’d had any kernels to begin with. I scoured the ground for breadcrumbs that had escaped me in the hopes that that would do. That was still wheat, right?

Even if they were, there weren’t all that many of them. I gathered them painstakingly under the twigs and muttered the hearthfire blessing. At least that always worked at home, albeit on blessed straw that every family kept for the purpose. The crumbs popped some sparks, then fizzled. Dismayed, I rushed to catch one of the sparks on the candy bar wrapper. It flickered and faded. I held my breath.

It nursed itself slowly on the paper, and I eased it down into the nest of twigs, still shaking. It felt like it took an hour to finally catch, which probably meant it took five minutes. Time stretches to a ten-year-old, especially a nervous one. I curled up in my towel and blew on the whole mess gently until it caught.

Next time, I caught myself thinking as I stared up at the stars, I’d come better prepared. The next thing I remember was waking in the morning, curled up on my side with the towel over me and the fire out.

“Hey, sprout.”

“AAAAH!” I bolted up, grabbing at the towel in terror. “Oh. It’s just you.”

“Mmhm.” Drew kicked the pile of burnt twigs into the creek. “Just me. And if you don’t want it to be just me and Mom and Dad, we’d better get back to the house.”

The way he said it was cheerful but somehow ominous, even to a little kid. I stashed my stuff quickly back in the hobo bag and shot to my feet. “But --”

“I know. It took you all afternoon to get out here. Don’t worry, I know a shortcut.” And with that mysterious pronouncement, he took me by the elbow and steered me away from the creekside. “Here’s the thing, Piet. You helped Miss Morency all day with her firewood, and were so tired you fell asleep at her place. She didn’t want to wake you so she sent us a message by runner last night. Got it?”

Miss Morency was our schoolteacher. Strict in the classroom, but pretty, and kind. Half the boys were in love with her and all of the girls wanted to be her. I blinked at Drew owlishly, trying to wrap my brain around the story. “Uh-huh,” I agreed, a dozen questions already bursting to mind, topmost of which was why my big brother was going so far out of his way to help me, and second of which was how we’d managed to get back to Front Street in what seemed like ten minutes or less.

“All right then. Ditch your bag where you can sneak it in later, and here we go.” He breezed into the house with me trotting behind him as if he’d been looking for me all along. “Just in time for breakfast, like she said,” he called out to our mom. The table was set for all of us, and she was just pulling pancakes off the stove. “Said he did a good job, too.” I did my best to puff up and look professional. Mom didn’t even bat an eye.

I never did find out what Drew had been up to that lone afternoon. My parents treated everything as if it were perfectly normal, despite what even ten-year-old me thought was a paper-thin excuse. All I know is that he spent the next several days holed up in his room working on something. He did that a lot. No one thought too much about it, although it had little-me piqued. Those multi-day hole-ups always meant he was coming up with something off the beaten path.

When my brother disappeared a couple months later, he didn’t come back.