#jisung text

[featjunranghae]

~~~~~ bf!dreamies reaction to 'would you rather go deaf or blind'

nct masterlist

[f4irys4n]

random texts with bf! jisung pt2 <3

afab! reader | fluff, suggestive, smut

pt1 | pls ignore the timestamps!!

requests are open <3

[inspired-by-the-music]

Today’s the Day!

Part 1/3

Jaemin x Reader ; little brother Jisung

Continuation of “Smile,” which can be found on the NCT Dream drabble masterlist 😊

[k-n-e-o]

You’re never alone| Masterlist

–{If love in a storybook is sweet and simple, why can’t real love be that way?}–

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Introduction |Text| 

Part One |Text, Writen|

Part Two |Text|

Part Three |Text|

Part Four |Text|

Part Five |Text, Written|

Part Six |Text|

Part Seven |Text|

Part Eight |Text|

Part Nine |Text|

Part Ten |Text|

Part Eleven |Text|

Part Twelve |Written|

Part Thirteen.5 |Text|

Part Thirteen |Text|

Part Fourteen |Written|

Part Fifteen.5 |Wirtten|

Part Fifteen |Written|

Part Sixteen |Written|

Part Seventeen |Written|

Epilogue Part One |Written|

Epilogue Part Two |Social Media|

Police Report

[featjunranghae]

NCT DREAM! When they had to leave for practice on valentine's day

warning: crack? kinda suggestive in haechans.

[f4irys4n]

random texts with bf! jisung pt1 <3

afab! reader | fluff, suggestive, smut

pt2 | pls ignore the time stamps!!

requests are open <3

[k-n-e-o]

You’re never alone|| Jisung Au

Epilogue Part One, |Epilogue Part Two|, Police Report

–{If love in a storybook is sweet and simple, why can’t real love be that way?}–

Masterlist

It’s done. It’s finished, and now I don’t know what to do with myself. Thank you guys so much for reading this and coming on this journey. It’s not the best but that’s what comes with practice so thank you for sticking with me through the very odd update schedule and the rough patches. I really appreciate it. I love you guys 💕

[k-n-e-o]

You’re never alone| Part Fifteen

Warning: Depictions of death and murder, angst, swearing, mentions of blood. 

!! This is in Y|n’s POV !!

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Hansol stood before me, this sad look in his eye. I never really knew why he killed her, but maybe it wasn’t the cold-blooded murder that I had thought it was when it had happened. Maybe it was a crime of passion...

“She wasn’t supposed to die that night” He spoke through his gritted teeth, looking down at his open and empty hands. “It was a mistake”

“So you didn’t mean to stab her twelve times?” I know it was harsh for me to say it the way I did, but I couldn’t let myself begin to pity him. The look he gave me after that made my heart race and made my stomach turn. The look he gave me scared me shitless. 

“I was angry” His hands clenched tightly into fists, “but I never meant to hurt her” He looked troubled, lost. He looks like me when I have no one to turn to. “Then why did you hurt her. What did she do to deserve that?” He looks to me once again and this time. he never looks away. “She used me” 

“She used me like a little toy of hers, just for her own benefit. I loved her. She meant everything to me. But that night. On the last day of school, at the dance. She pulled me outside and told me everything. Every intention, and every emotion she didn’t feel when she was with me. She tore my heart apart, made me feel like I was slowly crumbling. I can still remember everything like it happened yesterday. In my head, I knew that I should’ve just walked away. I knew I should’ve left it all behind, let it fade with time. But my skin burned as she grabbed my wrist, attempting to look at my face to get a final glimpse of what she had done. I couldn’t control anything that happened. I wasn’t myself. But I continued to trust the pencil into her stomach. It was only after that I realized what I’d done. My brother found me, sitting there, crying by her cold, limp body. I was doused in her blood. My brother took the blame for me. It wasn’t hard for him to, he was part of the dance crew when he went to school, my lanyard was his old one. He worked with her older sister, and we share the same pencils. My brother threw away his life for me. I’ll never forgive myself for that.”

He stood there for a few moments, quiet and engrossed in his own retelling of that night. Suddenly he stepped back, his expression changing to something I couldn’t decipher. “But you’re going to ruin everything” His hand was reaching behind him, “Everything my brother did for me, everything my brother sacrificed” Almost instantly after he said that, he pulled out a syringe with some kind of drug that he must’ve stolen from the medical office, and he came at me, full force. I put my hands up to stop him, closing my eyes and waiting for some kind of impact. When it didn’t come, I opened my eyes slowly, one by one. Hansol hugged his stomach as he burst out in laughter. “Your reaction was priceless. You really are the coward I thought you were” he walked around me, his eyes boring into my skin. “And here I thought you would’ve run or hit me or something to defend yourself and yet here you were, arms up and eyes closed, just like a little kid who’s afraid of the dark.” His laugh made every muscle in my body tense up. My heart started pounding in my ears and my head started to pulsate with this intense pain. Maybe the reason why I didn’t run or fight back, was because I was wanting him to kill me, to end my misery for me. To stop all these lies from growing. “We can do this the easy way if you’d like” I can feel his breath on the back of my neck. But maybe I didn’t want to let it go so easily. I Kick backward, my foot hitting his knee, and soon after I turn around and my knee hits his groin. He bends over, a pained groan leaves his lips. He’s about to grab me but Renjun soon flies by me, screaming his head off as he waves a stick around frantically. “Don’t you dare touch my cousin or I’ll kill you!!” “Renjun?” “Jisung, take Y|n and go, we’ve got him!” Chenle yells as he starts beating Hansol with a tree branch. Jeno and Jaemin do their best to hold Hansol back, while Mark and Haechan look for something along the ground. 

Everything after that becomes a blur. Jisung takes my wrist and starts running. And we just keep running and running until he trips on his own feet and as he falls he drags me down with him. I land beside him and even though my brain is still running a hundred miles per minute, and my heart feels like it’s about to burst, I start to laugh. Jisung just watches me, looking like he’s rethinking his decision of ever running with me. He patiently waits for me to stop, and before he can say anything. I burst out into laughter once again. 

“You’re still as clumsy as you used to be!” I attempt to speak clearly but little chuckles keep interrupting me. Soon he starts to chuckle and that beautiful smile of his is brightening up his sweaty face. “I guess I still am”  Our laughter dies down and we just lay there for a while, watching the sky slowly become littered with orange and pink clouds. I sigh heavily, everything rushes back abruptly and tears prick my eyes. Things are happening, changing. Renjun and his friends are fighting my battle for me. Jisung was throwing into something he never should’ve been a part of. Hansol’s armed and dangerous, I could be putting- 

A warm hand slowly wraps around mine, separating my fingers to make room for his own. I don’t take my eyes off the sky, afraid my face with turn even redder if I do. The grass shuffles beside me and I know Jisung is watching me. His other hand comes up to my cheek and wipes away the tears. He doesn’t say anything but the way his thumb keeps rubbing my cheek even after I’ve stopped crying tells me everything. 

“I’m so sorry” I choke out, my voice rough from all the running and the laughing and the crying. I look at him, and he just shakes his head. “It’s okay. It’s not all your fault. I pushed you away” “But I pushed you away first” “We both pushed each other away” I let out a breathy laugh and he smiles gently. “I’m just happy that you’re right here” 

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You’re never alone|| Jisung Au

Part Fifteen.5, |Part Fifteen|, Part Sixteen

–{If love in a storybook is sweet and simple, why can’t real love be that way?}–

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I feel so bad making Hansol the bad guy, but it was what made the most sense when I was planning the story. 😖

Also, this didn’t go as well as I had planned but, I think it’s better than it could be.