"hey... you know jangjun's been flirting with you this entire trip, right?"
joochan has settled onto the steps next to you, half-leaned forward as he tries to keep this between the two of you. you look at him over the rim of your sunglasses, glancing for just a second to where jangjun is getting ready to chop firewood. you realize way too quickly that joochan is entirely serious.
"what? no." you look at jangjun again, watching the over-exaggerated way he stretches, only to drop the act immediately when he sees he's caught your eye. he waves, you wave back, and your eyes meets the very unimpressed ones of joochan. "he's just being jangjun."
"really." his voice is flat and slightly annoyed. "he's been making a fool of himself all week."
"isn't that just jangjun?" you can't hide your smile, though: you like jangjun and how funny he is. but jangjun? flirting with you? you can't see it.
"he literally dedicated our meal to you last night--"
whatever joochan says next, you don't hear because you've caught the sight of jangjun with an axe in hand. with a swift swing, he splits the wood all too easily, and your heart leaps into your throat. joochan looks between the two of you for a moment, noticing that proud smile on jangjun's face that says he's succeeded in what he set out to do.
this is hopeless. you're both idiots. joochan gets up to leave you, and barely seconds later he can hear jangjun flirting with you again ("hey... you come here often?" "jangjun, we're literally on vacation together..."), and he fights the urge to roll his eyes. it'll take locking you two idiots in a room together for you to realize anything.
(maybe that'll be his next move. jangjun just did the fake "yawn and stretch and put-arm-around-other-person" trick and you're eating it up without a second thought. he'd rather you two be insufferable together than as oblivious idiots.)
henlo my beloved ursa!! i hope ur doing well 💕 if you still wanna do the first kiss prompt: baby blue and jangjun golcha? he is. admittedly in my thoughts too often nowadays 😳 (get him out of there)
[the antithesis of tranquility] Lee Jangjun is talking.
Lee Jangjun is always talking.
And it's no surprise to you, of course, not after all these years in which you've known him as the guy who never stops talking.
It's weird, though. Seungmin -- after Jangjun introduced you to his friends and then fucked off to do something stupid with Joochan while the rest of you watched -- helpfully informed you that, yes, Jangjun talks a lot...
...but only when you're around.
Sure, he's the life of the party in any social situation -- you can't remember the last time you had to put yourself out there without Jangjun by your side loudly proclaiming every good thing about you to anyone who'd bother to listen. (You hate when he does that, but you also take pride in his sincere compliments. He'd never say them straight to your face, so you've never told him to shut up, even though, in the moment, you often feel like burning yourself at the stake.) Any sort of situation in which he's around people he doesn't know, he'll know them soon enough. You're pretty sure everyone you've met since forcefully osmosis-ing yourself into their friend group has gone, "Oh, Lee Jangjun? I know that guy."
Except the thing is: Seungmin says Jangjun is actually a rather quiet dude.
You think it's bonkers, really, to want to live with nine other guys in the same house. Jangjun says the rent is killer (positive) when they all split it up, but you seriously can't believe the idea of two and a half bathrooms working between all of them. Not to mention the Watermelon Rind Incident of August 2022, in which only you sided with your newly proclaimed favourite of the house, Donghyun.
(Jangjun whined for three whole hours until you told him that, fine, he's tied for first place.)
Anyhow, despite living with a bunch of guys who are shockingly (and yet you're surprisingly unsurprised) capable of keeping up with Jangjun in terms of the volume you've borne witness to, Seungmin assures you that Jangjun tends to zip those lips of his whenever he's alone.
Seungmin actually said whenever he's not around you, but you don't think that makes much sense.
"You make him nervous," Seungmin teased one day, while you watched Jangjun laugh at Jaehyun, who was chasing Jibeom down the street for unknown reasons.
"Nervous about what?" you asked, but Seungmin just shrugged and smiled. He's annoying that way.
But now, while Jangjun rambles on and on in the space just outside of your front door, you think you get it.
He came running to your place on one of the grossest days of the year (it rained but it's also unbearably hot, which is so messed up, by the way) to make sure he caught you before you left for your blind date. He hasn't said a word (aside from hundreds of dumb, unrelated ones) about why he'd try to catch you before leaving, but that's not the problem.
You're not going on a date. You're headed out to watch your favourite guilty-pleasure feel-good movie at the old Selenite theatre, the one with only two showings rooms and unaffordable popcorn. Sure, you might call it a treat-yo-self date, but whatever this blind date shit he's spewing at you is so wrong you don't even know what to say as your brain shifts the puzzle into completion like an all-green rubiks cube.
Jangjun ran to your place through the hell-combination of rainstorm and heatwave because some shit-stirrer in his house (you suspect someone born in 1999...) told him you were bringing a date to your one-person party.
In other words;
Jangjun likes you.
"--and, I'm just saying, what about Saturday crossword competition day! We haven't done that in forever and you promised we could do it this weekend, I, uh-- I'm pretty sure!" He's grasping at straws, straight up gaslighting you into thinking you made plans for today when you know you were planning on kicking his ass at crosswords tomorrow, when the big bad Sunday edition comes out. "I haven't done the past week of crosswords just so we could do them together." You're pretty sure he doesn't do crosswords unless you're there, anyway. "And-- and Sungyoon made his famous cookies last night! You want them to just go to waste? All his hard work? You'd break his little ol' fragile ol' heart, shatter it into a million pieces. You want to ditch Sungyoon's cookies -- ditch our crossword coliseum? Oh! Oh! Jail for you! Jail for you for one thousand--!"
So you do the only thing you can think of to shut him up. You plant your lips on his, and smile at the sweet sweet sensation of utter silence.
(You suppose his lips pressing eagerly back onto yours is nice too. And his hands on your cheeks. And the fact that he's stupid crazy in love with you.)
((Later, when you drag Jangjun to the theatre you assure him you were planning on going to alone, you accidentally glance at his phone, where he's sent twenty or so frantic messages to Sungyoon. He needs him to make some cookies ASAP.))
hiii happy 5 year anniversary!! can i request golcha jangjun w like… idk how to explain it other than farm boy jangjun au? hes so outdoorsy i just think about farm boy jangjun working on his family’s farm and falling for city person reader lol hallmark movie-esque if tht makes sense?? if not, then no biggie! have a good day 💕
hey anon!! this is a really cute idea but unfortunately I haven't watched many hallmark movies in my lifetime so I hope this still does your idea justice? thanks for the request, and have a good day too!
5 year anniversary drabble game: send me a Stray Kids/TXT/Golden Child/Ateez/The Boyz member + a prompt (check out the post for ideas) and I’ll write a drabble for you!
REQUESTS OPEN!!
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Title: Reminiscence
Pairing: Jangjun x gender neutral!reader
Word count: 1.1k
Warnings: cursing
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“Oh my god.”
Jangjun turns around as you lift up your foot, staring at the brown stuff you can now see smushed across the bottom of your shoe. “Jangjun, this is cow shit.”
“... And?”
“This is cow shit,” you repeat like that’ll make the reality any better. It won't and you know that but there is cow shit on your shoe and maybe, just maybe, saying it enough times will erase it. “Cow shit, Jangjun.”
“And we’re in the country,” Jangjun retorts, his grin as wide as ever. For all you agreed to visit home with him, you really have to fight the urge to punch him in the nose and start wrestling with him like when you were children. “Come on, Y/N, don’t tell me you’ve forgotten your roots so quickly.”
“Yeah, well, there were reasons I decided I wanted to pull up my fucking roots and leave,” you grumble, dragging the bottom of your shoe through the grass. Maybe that’ll get some of it off. “Like cow shit.”
Among a host of other things, but there’s no need to get into more of that right now.
Jangjun snorts, mocking the way you’re scrubbing your shoe along the ground. “Don’t tell me you’ve gotten too used to your pretty little cities and immaculate clean buildings to return to the old grassy countryside.”
You fix him with a gimlet eye. “You want me to show you just how much wrestling I remember from the old days?”
“But you’ll get unholy cow shit all over your clothes.” Jangjun pouts exaggeratedly and this time, you don’t stop yourself from punching him in the arm. “Ow!”
“Deserved,” you snap, even as a smile grows on your face. “Now hurry up and show me what you wanted me to see. If I don’t get to scrub my shoe off soon, I’m going to wipe it on your shirt.”
. . . . .
Jangjun leads you into the woods behind his house, chattering about everything and nothing all at once as he smiles his wide smile and drags you along the beaten path. You respond in kind, snickering at his jokes and punching him where appropriate, at least until you notice you’ve been off the path for quite some while.
“Hey, what the fuck? We’re not following the path anymore?” you ask, stopping short. “Where are you taking me?”
He rolls his eyes. “Relax, Y/N. Trust me, I’m not going to murder you in the forest, that’s too cliche.”
“You’re not helping your case at all,” you grumble. “Where are we going?”
“You’ll see!” When you don’t move, he turns the pout on. “Oh, come on, it won’t be a surprise if I tell you now.”
Warily, you look at the trees, at Jangjun, then back in the direction of the path you left behind. After so many years in the city, you don’t trust your footing here, but Jangjun’s been at home a lot longer than you have. And they’re his woods.
He doesn’t really strike you as having turned into a serial killing maniac over the past few years either, which is helpful in your ultimate decision.
With a loud sigh, you tromp through grass and leaves to meet him. “Fine,” you say, pinching his arm. His loud screech makes you laugh. “Lead the way, stupid.”
It almost feels like you’re children again, wandering the woods behind each other’s houses, playing explorers as you march through the trees. Your hushed words and laughs echo in the still air glimmering with the afternoon sun, light dappling through the leaves onto the grassy forest floor. As Jangjun takes you deeper into the trees, you find yourself holding his hand the way you did when you were kids and then teenagers, letting him pull you along on this latest adventure.
(And when you register that your fingers have been intertwined for a while, the realization doesn’t feel as weird as you thought it would.)
Eventually, Janjun leads you to a small clearing, trees ringing a patch of soft, green grass. “Remember when we got lost that one time?” he asks.
You snort. “How could I forget?” You were out here for hours, playing and laughing, before realizing you had no idea how to get home. Eventually you’d managed to find your way back, but not before worrying your parents to high heaven. “God, the yelling we got was brutal.”
“Yeah,” Jangjun agrees, wincing. “But do you remember we carved something into one of the trees?”
Slowly, you nod, the memory resurfacing. “Yeah. But we couldn’t find it again after that.”
“Well, I did some exploring when I came back here for the holidays.” Jangjun’s smile widens. “Look.”
Stepping closer, you watch as Jangjun brushes some dirt off of a nearby tree trunk. There, now barely visible, you can read the faint markings of your initials carved lightly into the bark.
“Holy shit,” you murmur, one finger reaching out to trace your childish handwriting. “You actually found it.”
“Yeah.” Jangjun sounds breathless, almost, as he agrees. “Can you believe it?”
You shake your head in disbelief, turning around to say something. But the words disappear from your mind when you see Jangjun looking at you.
Which isn’t weird, in and of itself. Jangjun looks at you a lot. You look at him a lot. But what is weird is the expression on his face, a mix of emotions you can’t fully decipher. Yearning, remembrance, fondness...
Silence falls in the clearing. You become acutely aware of the way your heart is beating a little too loudly in your chest. “Jangjun?” you ask, voice coming out more cracked than you would’ve liked.
“Huh?” He cocks his head and the strange expression disappears. His wide smile returns to his lips and his eyes and you blink once, twice, trying to figure out if what you just saw on his face was actually real. “What’s up?”
“Oh. Nothing.” You flounder for a moment - did you just imagine that look on his face? Were you hallucinating? “Um, this was really cool.”
“It is, isn’t it?” Jangjun laughs, sounding completely normal. “And now that I know the way, we can keep coming back to see it. Are you hungry?” he asks, completely oblivious to the whiplash you’re getting from the change in topic. “We should go back. It’s getting dark, and my mom’s making dinner tonight.”
You glance at the tiny, faint initials in the bark. They seem to glow in the afternoon turning evening light, teasing you, taunting you with something you don’t know.
“Sure,” you say, shrugging off the warm, unsettling feeling of the initials, of Jangjun’s microsecond expression that seemed to say far too much that you couldn’t understand. “Let’s go eat Mama Lee’s cooking.” You grin, and it probably doesn’t look that strange. “I bet her food’s much better than yours.”
heads up! agent au. mentions of gunshot wounds and surgery and blood.
"they're awake, you know." daeyeol stands before jangjun in the hospital waiting room, hands tucked into his pants pockets. "and they asked about you."
technically, you've been awake for a while now. the surgery went fine, and you're alive (thankfully), and jangjun can't bring himself to leave this spot. his hands, which are carefully tucked away into his own pants pockets, still have your blood on them. his shirt is still stained with both his and your blood, and he hasn't left the hospital since the moment they brought you in, only ever budging when someone looked at his own wounds. daeyeol ends up pushing him ahead of him, following behind to make sure jangjun doesn't get any other ideas.
by the time he shows up to your room, it's empty aside from you. everyone else has likely heard the story by now, and he stops in the open doorway. it takes another shove (this time from joochan, he thinks--he doesn't get a glance before someone pulls the door shut behind him), and jangjun is within your field of vision.
you breathe in, long and quiet, and exhale. "you look like shit, lee."
he's already tearing up as he crosses the room, all but collapsing onto the space next to you as he takes your face in his hands. "don't do that again!" he says, voice harsh but wavering. "i could have taken a bullet--"
"you needed to be--"
"i know where i needed to be," he says. "just... don't do it again." his voice is softer now, and he can see it in your eyes. jangjun isn't like this. jangjun isn't deadly serious: that's your job. he's the social one who puts people at ease all too easily, you're the no-nonsense one who often has to pull him away before he can finish a bit. "okay?"
his eyes are red. he's been crying, but for how long? how long were you even out? everything's still a blur, and no one's answered your questions yet.
you smooth back his hair from his face, hand shaking slightly. "okay," you say, one of your hands warm and secure in his own. "i won't." a moment later, you flick the tip of his nose with your finger, a hint of a smile crossing your face. "but this is payback," you say, quiet enough that it stays between you both, "for last time."
and for the first time in what feels like an eternity, jangjun finds himself smiling a little, too. "fine," he says, softer this time as he leans forward to kiss your forehead. "i'm glad you're alive... partner."
it earns an eye roll from you, but you don't bite back like you usually do. you're sure everyone knows anyway. "same goes to you, partner." you scoot over, giving him ample room to sit next to you. "c'mere. you look like shit, lee. take a nap before i kick you out."
(he smiles and snuggles in. you aren't going to kick him out: that much he knows. but cuddling with you? that he can do.)
jangjun is ruining all of your plans right now, the evil fucker. you were going to wake up early and surprise him with breakfast in bed... and instead, your dumb, cute boyfriend won't let you go.
"i know you're awake, you dork." you lightly flick his forehead just to see the way his face scrunches. "let me surprise you still."
he holds you tighter. "what if i want you to stay? hm? it's my birthday. are you denying my birthday wish?"
you roll your eyes. "your birthday wish... is to cuddle."
"yep." he snuggles in. "we can go out for breakfast. it's cold," he whines, "and i don't want to get up yet."
fine, you decide. he wins. you snuggle in, pressing a kiss against his forehead. "by the way," you say quietly, "i misspelled your name in the bakery order. i was typing too fast, so..."
"give me a name tag and i'll wear it to my surprise party."
[patching up] “Jangjun?” you call out, eyes darting over the pumpkin patch. “Jangjun! Where are you?” It’s getting chillier and chillier as the autumn days roll by, and you wish you brought a thicker sweater. With that chill comes a shiver down your spine. You’re not normally jumpy, but since you met Jangjun, you’ve learned that things to be jumpy about do in fact exist. You mutter under your breath, “I swear if you—”
“BOO!”
You barely flinch when Jangjun’s icy cold fingers dig into your shoulders, but it’s enough to make him burst into manic laughter. Turning around, you glare at his bent over, transparent figure. Tonight, the moonlight seems to get trapped within him. He glows that misty white you’re still getting used to.
“You do that one more time Jangjun and I’m never coming to visit you again.”
“Ha!” Jangjun can hardly open his eyes as he points at you. “You shrieked!”
“I did not!”
“Did so!”
You huff and move to walk away. “Seriously, I’ll leave—”
“No, wait.” His cold hand wraps around yours. It’s not a nice feeling, but you wonder why you don’t want him to let go. “C’mon, it was just a little joke. You’re the only one who ever visits.”
Your eyes roll, but you knew you weren't going to go anyway.
[a proper proposal] "Okay." Jibeom puts both his hands on the café table in front of him, his empty coffee cup perched precariously near his elbow. "Tell me again what you asked them, exactly."
Jangjun groans. "I said, I texted 'can you please be my fake date to my annoying cousin's wedding?' just like I told you already."
"And what did they say?"
Shoulders slumping, Jangjun pouts as he scrolls through his message history with you. "'No'..."
"Okay, after that," Jibeom prods.
"Well every time I tried to explain how the plan would work," —Jangjun ignores when Jibeom rolls his eyes at the word 'plan'— "they just kept replying 'no' over and over! I mean, they could at least humour me, right? I thought we were best friends, I thought we had each other's backs—!"
"Jangjun." Jibeom raps the knuckles of his right hand against the table, snapping Jangjun's attention back to him. "The message that you called me here for, the one you're so confused over. What are the exact words?"
At the bottom of his phone screen lies your last message, which he stupidly left on read, but lost the timing to respond without it being awkward. Not that he knew what to respond with anyway.
"'Not unless you ask me properly.' Like, what's that supposed to mean?" Jangjun tosses his phone on the table and throws his hands up exasperatedly before sinking back in his chair and crossing his arms.
Sighing, Jibeom looks at his clueless friend across the table and shakes his head with a click of his tongue. "You're a real idiot sometimes, you know that?"
Jangjun glares at Jibeom over the bottom rim of his glasses. "Gee, thanks."
"Do I really have to spell it out for you?"
Raising a brow at that, Jangjun sits up straight in his chair and leans in closer. "Spell out what?"
"They want you to ask them properly, Jangjun!" Jibeom exclaims with a finger tapping pointedly down on the table. "Properly!"
"What does that mean?"
Groaning loudly, Jibeom lets his head drop to the table with a clunk. He balls both his hands into fists, takes a deep breath, and brings his head up again to glare at Jangjun, but his eyes catch on Jangjun's phone, still on and face-up on the table with your texts open.
He taps the little phone icon.
Eyes widening, Jangjun lunges for his phone, but Jibeom is quicker. He holds the phone just out of Jangjun's reach as it dials.
"What are you doing?!" Jangjun angrily whispers, his hips digging into the table edge as he struggles to catch Jibeom's arm. The paper coffee cups topple over in the chaos.
Just as his phone is centimeters within reach, your voice, quiet and far away, goes, "Jangjun?"
Jibeom smiles triumphantly and lowers his arm to give Jangjun his phone back, who sneers at him and jerks up his other hand in a threat he fully intends to follow through on.
"Jangjun?"
"Oh, hey," Jangjun answers with the world's most awkward chuckle once he brings his phone to his ear.
"Listen, if this is about the whole 'fake date' thing, I..."
Jibeom waves his hand in front of Jangjun's face and mimes a word with his mouth, pointing at the phone.
Properly
Jangjun's eyes widen.
"...seriously don't—"
"Do you want to be my real date to my annoying cousin's wedding!"
It rushes out more like a bullet than a question, and Jangjun feels himself cringe the more seconds pass with no sound coming from the other end of the line. Especially with Jibeom now sitting back in his chair with a smug grin on his face.
"And, um..." Jangjun bites the inside of his cheek. "...to other places too?"
With the stretching silence, he thinks you might've run away to a foreign country — he certainly wants to right now — but then you laugh through the phone, and it's the best thing he's ever heard.
congratulations on four years!!! i really loved your depiction of jangjun in forever and always, so either an extension of that or something like coworker rivals would be incredible!! thank you ❤️
forever, and always jangjun is one of my favorite characters I've ever written, so it makes me really happy to hear you enjoyed it that much <3 thank you for this request!! I hope you like what I wrote for it :)
4 year anniversary drabble game: send me a Stray Kids/The Boyz/Golden Child/Ateez member + a prompt (check out the post for ideas) and I’ll write a drabble for you!
Read the original series, Forever, and Always, here!
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Title: Bored
Pairing: Jangjun x gender neutral!reader
Word count: 838
Triggers: mentions of alcohol, cursing
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"Y/N."
You don't respond.
Jangjun pokes you. "Y/N."
You still don't respond.
"Y/N." Another poke.
You stare resolutely at your computer screen.
"Y/NNNNNNNN -"
"Oh my god, what?" you snap, looking up as best you can at the stupid lump of boyfriend wrapped around your shoulders.
The smiling, slightly flushed face that belongs to one infuriating Lee Jangjun grins down at you. "I'm bored."
Are you fucking kidding me? "Go bother Seungmin. Get him drunk." You shove at one of the arms still wound around your torso. "Jangjun, seriously. I want to finish this today."
"You have a whole two more days to get it down," Jangjun whines. Damn, why does he have to be such a heavyweight that he can even remember your due dates while slightly hammered? "You can give me attention for one night."
You roll your eyes, finally turning around fully. Jangjun - 1, Y/N - 0. "I give you attention every night. You can spare me for once."
"Since when did I spare you from anything?" Jangjun grins and all you can do is put your face in your hands (or try to, at least, because he's still basically trapping you to your chair from behind) because he's right - when did he ever spare you from any of the "perks" that come with dating someone as insane as he is? "I'm not going to start now."
You attempt to turn around. His arms tighten around your chest at your first movement.
Jangjun - 2, Y/N - 0.
"Jangjun."
"Y/N."
You groan. "Why can't you just go get more drunk with Seungmin?"
"Seungmin went to sleep, and I don't want to drink anymore." He hooks his chin over the top of your head. "I want attentionnnnnnn."
"You want attention." You give him the really look that he knows all too well by now. It never fazes him. "Are you not going to just fall asleep like you did the last time you said the same thing?"
That makes him pout. Said pout makes you grin. Jangjun - 2, Y/N - 1. It's about time the scores evened out a little. "You know I didn't mean to," he sulks overdramatically.
"You're drunk, Jangjun. And even though you always seem lucid up until you quit, we all know you get sleepy." The smile on your face softens. "I'll cut you a deal. You go to bed, but I'll stay with you until you fall asleep. Is that okay?"
Jangjun narrows his eyes. Squints. For a moment, his arms tighten where they're still draped around your body, like he expects you to flee any second or something.
Then he nods. "Fine."
You grin. Jangjun - 2, Y/N - 2. A tie's better than nothing. "Come on, then." You pat one of his arms lightly. "Let me up."
He lets you out of the chair, and once you're standing, you hop onto his back. "Move," you order, hooking your chin over his shoulder. "You got me up, now you're going to carry me."
Jangjun being Jangjun and also slightly drunk, he mostly-purposely accidentally almost knocks you into the doorway and then the walls as he carries you to his room, where he deposits you on the bed.
You fall onto the mattress with a laugh that Jangjun joins, patting the spot next to you. He tries to pull you with him as he lies down, but you purposely fall off the bed just before he manages to grab you and pin you in his arms. "Nope," you say a safe distance from where he's now lying on the sheets. "I said I'd stay. I didn't say I'd sleep."
"Oh, come on," Jangjun whines. "You can stay here, with me."
"No."
"What, you're afraid you'll enjoy it too much?"
You open your mouth. Then you shut it. In the back of your mind, you can hear the ding of Jangjun's mental scoreboard racking up point after point.
Jangjun - infinity. Y/N - 2.
Damn.
"No, I'm afraid I'm going to fall asleep when I still want to finish that essay today." From the look on Jangjun's face, you know he doesn't believe you, but you plow on anyway. "Go to sleep, okay? I promise I won't leave before then."
"Pat my head," he says bossily.
You roll your eyes. "Only if you promise not to drag me down."
"Fine."
You drag a chair from a corner of the room over to the side of his bed. A dumb, self-pleased smile spreads across Jangjun's face as you arrange the blankets over his stupidly built body and begin to card his fingers through your hair. "Go to sleep," you say quietly. "The faster you fall asleep, the faster you'll wake up to bother me again."
Jangjun's eyes blink open for a second. "You know me so well."
"How could I not?" You snort. "You know me just as well."
"Touche." His eyes close again. "I love you."
"I know." You lean forward to kiss his forehead. "I love you too."
