Never Goodbye

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never goodbye

Characters: winter spirit!Jisung & female!OC called Yuki since it's the japanese word for snow (雪)

Setting & genre: hurt/comfort (bit angsty but has a hopeful end!), folklore/mythology-based fantasy

Summary: Jisung has no recollections of his life before becoming a winter spirit but when the first snow of the new winter falls, he meets somebody who does.

Warnings: references to past death and grief, discussions about loneliness

Words: 2.8k

Author’s note: yes, Jisung's Jack Frost look inspired this while inspirations for the OC's character are drawn from the legend of Yuki-onna. since the Rise of the Guardians also put a lot of emphasis on the moon, i couldn't not include this variation. title is obviously the new dream song but it will make sense, i promise

Jisung didn't remember much of his life before.

Before the spirit realm had become his home and he had been tasked with guarding winter. Before he had gotten used to teasing Renjun as sentimental as his season about his annual winter hibernation once all the colourful leaves fell. Before Donghyuck, the literal annoying ray of sunshine he was, kept melting all the ice cubes Jisung needed in his drinks to function properly. (Vaguely he missed having hot chocolate despite not remembering loving it in the first place.)

All Jisung remembered was blurry images of ice skating, of laughter, of snow angels. And a sweet voice calling his name. He had always assumed it had been a relative or a significant other and it filled his chest with warmth knowing that he had been cared for in another life. At least, he hadn't been alone. Because as much as he loved being the embodiment of winter (at least one of the many scattered around the globe), it could be a bit lonely, being in this realm where nobody could really see him. Though, people might have looked at him weirdly if they did, at his bare feet, his white blonde hair and the never-melting snowflakes on his cheeks. Other spirits saw him, of course, and young, innocent children sometimes waved at him cheerily. He always waved back with a toothy grin.

So when he heard that voice again, the voice from his memories, he stopped dead in his tracks on the top of Namsan, the taste of the first snow of the winter long forgotten. He was always so giddy when it was his turn, when he could leave the spirit realm after a long while and his excitement usually came with sporadic accidental incidents like turning puddles into ice or covering any surface he touched with hoar frost. He still couldn't completely control his power and he was a bit clumsy but he still crunched his nose (both shy and annoyed) when the others called him cute for it.

The sweet voice didn't call his name this time, it was singing, humming a melody that was vaguely familiar to Jisung but not quite. He felt like he was walking in a dream. Everything was both familiar and not. Despite the anxiety building up in his cold veins, he followed the voice, the entrancing musicality of it like sailors attracted to the siren's song. He was bewitched just like them.

He rounded the icicle-marred pavilion, passed by hikers, hopped down stairs and then there he saw her. She wore a white robe-like dress just as light and thin as his own jeans and hoodie combo, not too fit for the December cold. She had long, black hair framing her heart-shaped pale face. Her lips were almost blue but she wasn't shivering. She seemed a bit melancholic, murmuring an old, tragic folk song, but she didn't look sad as she was dancing, swirling among the falling snowflakes with her eyes closed, letting the downpour wash through her under the bright moonlight.

The boy just stood there, frozen and watching, his hair collecting snow, his hands itching to touch, memories he didn't know he had flooding in: he suddenly remembered slow dancing, the cold of unforgiving ice under the sole of his foot and ghost-like touches over his palm. His breath hitched as he felt himself slip and suddenly he couldn't tell whether it was a memory of reality. He grabbed on the closest tree branch for support. It made a noise startling enough to draw attention.

“Jisung?” the girl suddenly exclaimed at her next turn when she noticed that she had company. She stopped the dance, her dark eyes widening in surprise as if she was seeing a ghost or a miracle, depends on how you look at it. A few feet apart suddenly felt like an uncrossable distance because the boy was mesmerised. Fascinated not only by the ethereal, otherworldly beauty of the girl but by the way she called his name like a plea, like a dream.

“Do you know me?” he blurted out, dumbfounded, the easiest question on the top of his mind as soon as he collected himself enough to speak up. It was silly though, he felt himself flush immediately, the tips of his ears getting red with embarrassment. She called his name after all, she must have known him. But from where? And how?

“Ah, you don't remember me,” she whispered, looking a bit saddened at the news. Then she took a tentative step closer, her dark eyes glowing curiously as she was taking him all in. There was a slight, amused smile in the corner of her lips as if she was recalling a memory Jisung couldn't. Then tentatively, like someone who touches a wild animal, as if she was afraid of scaring him away or if she wasn’t sure he was real, she raised her hand to his hair and weaved her pale fingers through his white fringe, careful not to make skin-to-skin contact. “That makes sense. I almost didn't recognize you without brown hair.”

Jisung never met anyone who had known him before.

Before his hair turned white and his blood ran cold. Before he could command ice and frost and snow. Before he came to terms with never knowing his past. Hyuck told him it was natural, Renjun told him it was better this way and the pain in his brown eyes made Jisung believe him. Maybe it was better now knowing. Maybe it would have been but he had always been curious and a bit reckless by nature. At least, reckless when it came to people he cared about.

“Who are you?” he whispered, his own voice staining with the sheer willpower of keeping still, so close he could make out every single snowflake dressing the girl's dark hair like tiny white blooming flowers under the silver glow from above.

“I'm Yuki,” she said, smiling. Her eyes were full of warmth despite the cold her body emitted. “I have missed you.”

Her voice echoed in the mountain and Jisung found himself staring again, air stuck in his lungs and his heart beating overtime. But before he could have spoken up and asked more, asking about their past, the girl's form dissolved into nothing but a misty cloud with a pained look of goodbye on her face.

The snow stopped falling.

Jisung usually didn’t seek out the advisors in the spirit realm but he was so confused, he didn’t know whom else he could turn to. But he was sure other seasons’ spirits wouldn’t know about disappearing into mist and other winter-related spirits existing. So he went to the only person he thought could have the answers he needed.

“Jisung-ah,” the young woman smiled at him brightly as she rose from her ice chair after letting him enter her office. Her silverish blonde hair fell onto her blue-ish dress in braids. “It’s been a while. How have you been?”

“I’ve been well, noona,” the boy answered sheepishly as he was ushered to go closer, feeling shy in front of Taeyeon. He has been stuck in his 20-year-old body for a while now but in front of the senior winter spirit he often felt like a kid. She had taken him under her wings the first time he needed guidance in their realm, so Jisung knew that he could trust her. “I wanted to ask something.”

“Sure, whatever it is, ask away, I’m here to help,” Taeyeon looked at him reassuringly with a sisterly smile and gestured to him to take a seat while she poured a drink. Ice choco, his favourite.

“Since you have been around for a longer time, I thought that maybe you… so that you know of other winter-related creatures who aren’t exactly part of our realm… ?” Jisung kept mumbling until the very end when he realised that he didn’t phrase it as a question in the first place, so he changed his tone last minute. He looked up from his seat curiously and Taeyeon was looking at him with a quizzed expression in her caring eyes.

“Have you met someone like that, Jisung-ah?” she asked slowly, careful as she lowered the jug in her hand. “Someone like us but not quite?”

The boy nodded hastily.

“I… I think so. She wasn’t cold and she disappeared into nothing when it stopped snowing. She… I remember her voice from… so when…” Jisung gulped. He didn’t like to think that he wasn’t alive just because he was a part of another realm. He was right there after all, physical and feeling.

“When you were human? Did you know her in your human life?” Taeyeon helped him out with questions that were easier to answer than to explain them by himself.

“Yes. She remembers me with brown hair. She called my name. But I–” Jisung sighed, looking down in his lap, fingers fidgeting with the hem of his hoodie. “I don’t know her. I only remember tiny flashes from the past.”

“It’s okay. It’s okay to want to know but I hope you understand that not remembering serves our purpose. Our past shouldn’t dictate our actions as season spirits. You shouldn’t force yourself to remember or you can get hurt,” his senior warned him gently, putting a hand over his shoulder. Jisung wondered if she was referring to Renjun and the hurt in his eyes.

“I think… I don’t think she was a human even back then when she knew me,” he whispered. No matter how much she was trying to wrap his mind around the idea, in those bits of memories he had Yuki was all the same, never-changing like winter itself. “But she felt real.”

Taeyeon nodded with a little hum, deep in thought.

“There are all sorts of spirits in the world. Some are like us with a specific purpose, some are just wandering, tied to a place for a reason until they can let go and some have been here as long as the world was like this,” she said calmly, wisely. “Maybe she is a force of nature herself.”

I have missed you.

Jisung couldn’t get her voice out of his head. She must have waited long, he thought with an unknown ache in his chest. Donghyuck would call him lovesick yet Jisung didn’t know any better. He just wanted to see her again, but days passed, getting colder, the snow kept falling and Namsan remained empty.

Jisung was walking along the Cheonggyecheon Stream when the night fell and every snowflake sparkled by the light of festive lanterns. The water was icy, the air was frosty and he watched a family with a sledge play in the snow. He smiled as he helped them a bit for a smoother slide before turning towards the market. This was his favourite time of the year, when people called the things he did with his magic Christmas miracles.

And maybe it was time he got his own as well when a hand touched his shoulder and a figure slipped into his periphery.

“There you are! I really started to think I wouldn’t find you out so late.” A soft, relieved chuckle ripped through the girl’s throat, bubbly and beautiful, Jisung found himself enamoured right away. It felt familiar: the pounding within his chest, the fondness swelling in his heart and the blush on his cheeks. Oh, so she was looking for him too.

“Does it matter? That it’s late?” he found himself asking, a beat later than he was supposed to but Yuki smiled at him just the same. Her dark hair was a halo around her pretty face and the reflection of fairy lights flickered in her eyes.

“Of course, it matters, we cannot meet during daylight,” she said seriously as she sat down on one of the empty benches nearby and patted the place next to her. Taeyeon’s words about different kinds of spirits replayed in Jisung’s mind as he approached her, not taking his eyes off her, fearing that she would disappear if he did.

“Yuki, what are you?” he inquired, not knowing a better way to ask but the girl didn’t seem offended. Instead she looked nostalgic as if they had been here before. They must have if they had known each other before. She turned her face upwards, gazing at the round, silver moon, snowflakes falling onto her trembling eyelashes with every second.

“Do you remember the story of a moon princess who came down to Earth, bringing snow with her?” she asked but didn’t wait for an answer before turning back to the boy. It didn’t matter. Her smile was the same: pretty but sad. “I only exist under the moonlight when it snows.”

Jisung’s breath hitched and his doe eyes widened in surprise even though it explained why she had disappeared last time. She wasn’t just a force of nature after all, she was snow herself, she was a princess, a goddess, straight from the moon. And she knew him when he was still a mortal. How?

Yuki must have sensed his confusion because she broke into a softer, understanding smile.

“Not many people see me like you did, Jisung, and a lot of people are afraid of me. I learned the hard way that humans’ body temperature can’t handle my touch. It’s a lonely life I lead but you always made me feel less like that,” she reminisced and the more she talked the more memories hit Jisung with a force that pushed oxygen out of his chest: sweater paws over his cold hands, hot chocolate in reach, watching the snowfall side-by-side, exchanging shy smiles under the blanket of night, wanting to touch but not being allowed to.

There was a pause there, a silence filled with jingle bells from the distance and laughter of children. Pain flashed through Yuki’s face as she bit into her lower lip hard enough to draw blood but with a genuinely sorrowful look, she looked Jisung in the eye.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t save you. And I’m sorry that I made a decision for you that destined you to the same lonely path I have to walk. You deserve so much more,” the princess cast her eyes down. “I thought I wouldn’t see you ever again, that not being able to was my price to pay for the favour I asked of my father.”

It was a lot much to process and the memories kept flooding in, their wave burying Jisung under. He remembered ice skating, laughter, he remembered slipping and the cold enveloping him. He remembered his lungs burning and hands pulling him onto the surface. He remembered shivering and tears on his face. A soft touch on his hand, a girl crying over his chest, sobbing, praying for just this one thing, just this one time, a second chance, for him to live. Soaked to the bone and vision drifting to darkness, the pale moon was the last thing Jisung had seen.

The boy stared ahead, the past suddenly fresh in his mind but despite how sorry Yuki was, Jisung couldn’t find it in himself to be mad at her. Why would he have been? Without her, he wouldn’t have been there in the first place.

“You still saved me in a way and I’m not alone,” Jisung said, determined. He thought of all his friends in the spirit realm, of the other season spirits he wouldn’t have known otherwise, of all the smiles kids playing alone flashed at him after helping them with building snowmen. He might have been lonely from time to time but he was happy with the life he was living. He wished she wouldn’t feel guilty and let herself be happy too. “And you don’t have to be alone anymore either.”

Jisung knew his voice sounded small and timid but he meant it. If she wanted, he could be there for her. He actually couldn’t wait to show her his favourite spots, all the magic he could do now and how good he had gotten in snow sliding. Now that he had a part of his memories back of what they had shared, he couldn’t wait to spend more time together.

He knew that their time was actually limited, its boundaries set by the moon and winter but now she knew how to find her way back to him and that he would be waiting for her under the moonlight. So when the break of dawn came and Yuki’s soft, lingering touch on the back of his hand inevitably dissolved into thin air – after dancing together under the snowfall and talking through the night –, their goodbyes weren’t sorrowful because they knew it wasn’t for forever. It was rather a see you again.

kissing all them insecurities away 🫂✨

— swim | x.mh

for my 500 follower event !!! — skinny dipping + minghao

pairings; minghao x fem! reader | genre; smut, fluff, established relationship | w.c; 2.1k+ | warnings; unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), mentions of insecurity, sex in a public but secluded area, making out in the ocean, fingering, mentions of oral, petnames. | a/n; i loved this request so much. and hao is just the greenest flag here. hope you like this anon!

“I won’t look!” minghao loudly announces, covering his eyes with his hands as he turns around. the playful smile on his lips makes your heart flutter, and you reciprocate with a shy one. 

the salty, cold air greets your legs when you pull up your sundress to discard it, leaving you in your bra and panties. and you figure it should be fine since minghao, himself, had his boxers on. you shiver, wrapping your arms around yourself, and begin to walk towards the tranquil body of water. the cold water bites at your skin, and you take in a shaky breath. 

heat crawls up your face as you walk closer towards him. you call his name after submerging yourself under the water, only your neck and head visible. minghao chuckles at you, and you realise you may look like an idiot right now. he swims towards you, creating ripples in the water. your mind goes hazy when you feel his body heat. that, along with the iciness of the water, overstimulates your senses. 

“doesn’t it feel calm?” he asks, tucking your wet hair behind your ear. oh, only if he knew. as much as you want to calm down, you can’t do it. his proximity and the fact that this is the first time he has seen you almost bare. well technically, he hasn’t seen you yet. but your mind wanders, and your heart squeezes in your chest at the thought of him not liking your body. 

minghao senses your uneasiness and breathes, “hey, if you aren’t comfortable, we can go back.” he smiles softly at you, and you feel bad for ruining the mood. you’re quick to shake your head, assuring him that you’re fine.  he isn’t convinced but that slips off his mind when you splash water at him. 

he gasps for air, staring at you in shock before splashing some back at you. you squeal, trying to swim away from him, but he follows you. his hand finds your wrist, tugging you towards him. and you hope to god that he doesn’t notice your burning temperature as he snakes his arms around your waist, pulling your back against his chest.

you suck in a harsh breath when he leans down to press his lips on your shoulders while his hands rub your sides comfortingly. he peppers a trail of kisses along your shoulders to your neck and jaw. a soft sigh leaves you, and you rest your head against him. minghao knows you in and out. and, of course, he knows how to calm your nerves. in a sense, you’ve always been naked with him. 

the pit of uneasiness in the bottom of your stomach dissipates by the time he stops and turns you around. your heart flutters when he casts a soft smile at you, his brown eyes swirling with love. he rests his palm on your cheeks, and you lean into his touch. 

“you look beautiful.” he compliments, and a smile breaks out on your face. his gaze dips to your lips, making you close your eyes as you anticipate his lips. they meet yours in a delicate kiss. he holds you like you’d break if he lets go, and you indulge in his touches. you try to reciprocate the softness but end up kissing back desperately. 

your fingers claw at his shoulders, and you press your body into his. the waves wash against your body, prompting him to pull you closer. he glides his tongue on yours when you gasp, licking into every corner of your mouth. your nipples harden underneath the clothing. and you can feel your arousal sticking to your already-wet panties. 

you only grow more desperate when he nips at your lower lip, and you tug at his hair. he pulls back to look at you, his eyes skimming over your face, neck, and chest before they snap back towards your eyes. his thumb caresses your cheek, and he leans down to press a soft peck to your lips. he pulls back with you, chasing his lips, causing him to smile and shake his head at you. “not here, love.”

then he holds your hand, leading you back to the shore where your picnic blanket and belongings rest on the secluded beach. you lay down on the cloth, pulling him with you. his lips are back on yours in no time. but it escalates past a mere kiss. your hands are all over him, and his on yours. you moan when his fingers brush your pebbled nipples through your bra. 

reality seeps back in when he tugs at your bra, looking at you for permission with a curious smile. you give him a shy nod, and he undoes it, tossing it away. your hands shoot up to cover your face when you feel the ocean breeze grazing your hard nipples. 

minghao gently removes your hands from your flushed face, and you struggle to meet his eyes. but when you do so, you see the loving gaze he casts on you. “don’t hide your face, love.” he smiles, but it only prompts you to do the opposite as you mumble, “you fluster me.” 

he settles your hands on his shoulders and hovers above you. leaning down, he catches your lips in a gentle kiss, and you can fucking swear that you can feel his love through it. then he mumbles against your lips, “you fluster me more, sweetheart.”

any insecurity you had flies out the window as he kisses down your jaw to your neck. he sucks and kisses down on your skin till you feel his warm breath hitting your nipples. you suck in a harsh breath when he captures it in his mouth, swirling his tongue around the sensitive bud with fervour. he descends down your body, leaving a trail of hot kisses on your wet skin. 

he stops right above your heat and looks at you, wordlessly asking for your permission. your heart warms at that. minghao is always considerate with you, even as he’s about to fuck you open with his cock on a beach. you grow aware of your surroundings as he peels off your undergarment. 

the thought of getting caught sends a shudder of arousal through you. you breathily moan when his fingers rub your folds, coating them with your arousal. he looks at you again, looking for any signs of discomfort before continuing further. to his satisfaction, you look fucked out even though he barely touched you. 

he thumbs at your clit, loving the way you squirm under his touch. you grow more and more wet with each passing second, making things easier for him. soon, he slips in his middle finger, pumping it in and out of your wet cunt. your legs close when he uses his other hand to work on your clit. “love, be good for me.” he says, prying your legs open. 

he adds another digit in, preparing you enough to take his cock, which is painfully straining in his boxers now. you moan as he plays with the little bundle of nerves, hips shifting slightly. minghao is drunk on the sight before him and the feeling of you clenching around his slender fingers. he finds that spot, curling his fingers to stimulate it. 

a whimper erupts from your chest, and your hips buckle into his hand, chasing more friction. but he removes his hand, eliciting a whine from you. “want you to cum on my cock, sweetheart,” and my tongue. he doesn’t say it, but the thought of tasting you reels him into a pit of lust. he also wants you to be comfortable when he has you cumming on his tongue in a not-so-public place. so he saves it for another time. 

you moan at his words and tug at his boxers. minghao chuckles at your ministrations, helping you tug off the garment. he groans and shivers, feeling the icy air around his fully naked figure now. your hands settle on his shoulders, pulling him closer to you. your body heat seeps into his, and he curses, thinking about how your warm, gummy walls would feel around his cock.

he presses a kiss to your lips and aligns himself near your heat. and then it clicks, there’s no condom. when minghao suggested visiting the beach, he didn’t exactly think that he’d have you naked under him, patiently waiting for him to ruin you. you follow his train of thoughts, chuckling as he awkwardly looks through his wallet again and again for a condom as if it would appear magically. 

“sorry, I don’t usually carry condoms,” he mumbles, still looking through his stuff.

“that’s–that’s ok. I don’t mind.. taking you raw,” you whisper, voice barely audible, but minghao still picks up on it. he grips your hip, yanking you closer to him. his cock is now directly resting on your stomach, and you bite back a whimper, looking at how deep he can bury himself in your cunt. 

“you sure, love?” he breathes, and you nod. taking in a deep breath, he aligns himself again, his tip teasing your folds. he spits on your slit, smearing it on his tip before he slides his tip in. you whine as he slowly fills you up. the feeling of his cock being buried deep into your cunt sends your eyes rolling back and clenching your walls around him. 

his eyebrows knit, and he bites his lip, trying not to whine at the way you’re clenching around him. with a firm hand on your hip, he pulls back (making you groan), leaving only his tip in. then, he thrusts back, his cock filling you up once again. 

he continues his rhythm, hips pistoning into yours again and again. his hands make themselves busy, wandering your body. he reaches out between your bodies to rub at the bundle of nerves. you squirm and whine under him, hands clawing at his back. his hips fluidly meet yours in a hazy frenzy.

“fuck–love. you feel so good,” he praises, lips finding yours. your tongue immediately envelops his, sucking on it. his grunts are swallowed by you, and you lick into his mouth, desperately kissing him as if he’s your last breath. 

minghao stops, repositioning your leg around him higher to go deeper. he gives an experimental thrust, watching your reaction. he gets the green light when you moan louder, asking him to fuck you into oblivion. his cock twitches inside you, and fuck, you can make him cum with just your words. 

he rams into you with a hand pressing on your stomach to double the pleasure. you cry, clenching like you want to swallow him whole. he finds your g-spot quickly, hitting it with each thrust. his pace falters, and his cock throbs and twitches, but he continues, determined to make you cum before him.

his fingers find you clit again, toying with it as he simultaneously hits your spot, making you see stars. your legs tremble around him, your whines get louder, and you clench even harder. the pleasure builds and builds inside you till it snaps, and you’re cumming on his cock, the way he wished. 

his movements turn erratic, and the feeling of your orgasm forces his own. with one last thrust, he pulls out, painting your thighs and stomach with his release. he collapses beside you, breathless, hand intertwining with yours as you both calm down. you can fall asleep right here and now. the sound of the waves crashing against the shore lulls you to sleep, and the tiredness settles in your bones.

but minghao’s kisses on your face keep you awake. you smile, turning to his side with a content look. he smiles back at you, slender hands rubbing at your sides. he presses a kiss to your forehead before resting his own against yours. this feels so natural and real. to be with him, lay next to him with your spent body. he just feels right. 

but you can’t bring yourself to look at him when he drops you off at your apartment. as much as you wanted to cuddle him there, it was too much risk. now, your confidence has melted, puddling into a pool as heat crawls up your face. you hear him chuckle, which makes you hide your face further. 

he removes your hands, pulling you into a hug. you wrap your arms around him tightly, snuggling into him and breathing in his scent. you pout when he has to go, and his heart warms at the sight. he leans down, catching your lips in a short kiss. his lips brush against yours as he whispers, “next time, i’ll come prepared, yeah?”

just two strangers coming together through chaotic influences 🤣

SCORE THAT GOAL! — smau

after your college had announced that all the students were required to join a club and attend it twice a week, you were planning on either a) dropping out, or b) join the art club and pretend to be sick most of the times. that was before you discovered that park jisung is a long time member of the football team. change in plans: you LOVE football.

or in which you mindlessly join the football club in hopes of catching your crush’s attention (and to maybe secretly check him out too) who cares if you can’t even kick a ball up in the air?

football-player!jisung x fem!reader

genre ; rlly just humour, football / sports au, fluff, some angst, pining and eventually mutual pining, probably slow-burn, college au, strangers to lovers.

extras ; teasing and profanity | sexual and death jokes | reader is down bad | jisung kinda dislikes reader and closed off at the start | my knowledge on football isn’t the BEST but i know above basics and enough for this fic | idrc if some of these subject clubs don’t exist this is for entertainment 😸

notes ; 😭 mostly posting this for myself cos i’ve wanted to try a smau for a while now but i hope anyone else enjoys too.

PLAYLIST ; Rising , TripleS — Hype Boy , newjeans — Awkward , SZA — Gasoline , ROSY (FT. LILMONEY) — Attracted To You , Pinkpantheress — Cognac Queen , Megan Thee Stallion — Goodie Bag , Still Woozy — Eyedress , Something About You .

STATUS ; completed! (24.02.24)

profiles (1) | profiles (2)

1 ) donghyuck’s fault

2 ) 20% more insane

3 ) it’s the voices again

4 ) yes captain!

5 ) invest in a priv account

6 ) peach lipton ice tea

7 ) no suicide EVER

8 ) always believe women

9 ) grape & lemon drink

10 ) favourite teammate

11 ) wingman

12 ) jeno’s food provider

13 ) no lunch

14 ) awkward tension

15 ) a simple conversation

16 ) an even more normal conversation

17 ) under my umbrella

18 ) a canon event (ft. Renjun's Black Friday offer)

19 ) feeling submissive and fragile

20 ) woman hobbies & failed courseworks

21 ) man up and break it

22 ) make-up brush vs subway sandwich

23 ) OFFICIAL FRIENDSHIP!!!

24 ) a nice gesture

25 ) NOT my boyfriend

26 ) business exchange

27 ) what about mark?

28 ) winter wonders with you

29 ) JISUNG vs MARK

30 ) my princess (very lame)

31 ) riddle me this

32 ) do you like her? (probably)

33 ) wtf does QUORA know?

34 ) JISUNGxY/N: plan A

35 ) evil out the way, GOOD RIDDANCE

36 ) basketball incidents.

37 ) JISUNGxY/N: plan B (the jisung quiz)

38 ) E-DATING 🔛🔝🔥

39 ) wise words from renjun

40 ) that one sign

41 ) guess it’s a date

42 ) (unofficial) couple goals

43 ) the y/nle argument

44 ) professional over-thinker

45 ) executing major girlboss energy

46 ) the confession prep

47 ) knock some sense into them

48 ) war is over

49 ) knock some sense into JISUNG

50 ) an overdue confession

51 ) be your boyfriend?

52 ) scored that goal!

BONUS:

jisung the blonde

JISUNG vs MARK pt.2

jaemin’s hit tweets

the jeno quiz

one huge polyamory relationship

thank you for reading!

me rereading this fic: still in love with the world-building and the character dynamics 😆

A long journey home| 01

Characters: Taehyung x Reader

Word count: 9.1K

Synopsis:  All you wanted was to confront your flaky coworker, Taehyung, not get dragged across a magical fantasy realm trying to deliver a baby dragon safely back to its home kingdom.

Fantasy!au

Notes: I’m not really sure what this is, if I’m being honest. Just a fic so big I split it into two. I basically just wrote whatever I thought was fun and so there’s not a huge amount of plot or anything, really. Just me having fun. Hopefully its fun for you too, at least.

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PROLOGUE chapter one || rejection

ACT I chapter two || yang jungwon chapter three || kim sunoo

ACT II chapter four || announcements chapter five || burnt chapter six || square one chapter seven || nishimura riki

ACT III chapter eight || soulmate rejection chapter nine || park sunghoon

ACT IV chapter ten || bento boxes chapter eleven || questions chapter twelve || jay park

ACT V chapter thirteen || human chapter fourteen || monster chapter fifteen || sim jake

FINAL ACT chapter sixteen || lonely chapter seventeen || riverfield chapter eighteen || lee heeseung

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the suitor.

txt prince suitor!beomgyu x royal gn!reader; royalty au; warnings: gyu being clingy + whipped for reader

despite being one in five suitors for your royal highness, prince beomgyu makes it his mission to have you fall in love with him.. even if it means being clingy

requested

you wake up early in the morning to the birds chirping outside.. and to a certain prince singing a song outside your window. due to the drowsiness of your state, you rub your eyes tiredly and let out a soft sigh of enjoyment when you hear the soft baritone voice singing over the strums of guitar.

though not expecting him to be out this early in the day, you did expect something new from the man who has been trying to court you for the past couple of months. it was safe to say that you see his face more than you do of your own. not that you mind though, he was one handsome prince.

“say you love me.. say you love me..,” beomgyu sings from outside your balcony, standing near a field of grass. the strums of his guitar sends beautiful waves of music into the garden and as soon as he catches a glimpse of you, he gets up from one knee to see you better.

you smile happily at him, leaning against the railing with your head in your hand. as annoying as prince beomgyu was, he was your favorite suitor between the five of them. don’t tell him that though, because you kept it a secret until you knew for sure.

this didn’t stop him from being one of the best princes you had ever come across. he tried really hard to get you to fall in love with him, because he was truly in love with you. normally suitors marry a royal for necessity of any kind. armies, food, supplies, you name it. but when it came to prince beomgyu, he was different.

not only did he ask for your hand in marriage before any of the other suitors without pressure, he was the only one that actively followed you everywhere like a small puppy. though it did get to be a bit of a nuisance, you adored the prince for trying as hard as he could.

it was such a shame that he didn’t know you hadn’t even thought of marrying the other four princes. he could have saved himself so much embarrassment. at the end of the day though, he truly didn’t care. that’s how in love with you prince beomgyu was.

after he finishes his song, he looks up at you with a dazzling smile and as he goes to bid you good morning, your four other suitors run in front of them to grab your attention. it looks like the rest saw how clingy prince beomgyu was being, and wanted to draw you away from choosing him.

but unbeknownst to them, there would be no changing of your decision.

so when beomgyu follows you to your royal dinner with the suitors, like he always does, you pay no mind to him. he rambles on about his day and about how he hopes you had a good one, and especially compliments how stunning you look.

"the jewels on your attire compliment your eyes really well, your highness," the prince says, walking fast to keep up with your pace. "they could never compare though. your eyes are the most precious gems i've ever laid my eyes on."

you stopped walking when you heard his cheesy line, a clear blush appearing on your face. this took beomgyu by surprise, making him stop in his tracks as well. had you really paid attention to his stupid pick up lines this time? he felt like he was dreaming.

“prince beomgyu,” you say, turning to face him for the first time during that walk.

he looks at you with full intent, both eyes still in a state of shock. it wasn’t common that you actually talked to him, so he grew nervous with butterflies in his stomach. swallowing hard, he nods for you to continue.

“while i adore your attempts to court me,” you give him a sweet smile. “i already made a decision.”

the prince looks at you like a lost puppy, dumbfounded and confused. it takes him a little time to reply as he didn’t know what to make of your statement. but once he does reply, he asks, “it’s prince yeonjun, isn’t it?”

and for the first time since courting you, he hears your sweet laughter. the way you didn’t cover your mouth in an attempt to keep your image up made him especially happy. not only had you been comfortable enough with him to laugh, but you had trusted him with seeing your laugh without the customary hand covering.

if beomgyu was honest with himself, seeing you laugh for the first time was like falling in love with you all over again.

“it’s..,” you pause to take a deep breath, finally calming down from the soft laughter. “it’s you. you’re the only one who seems to truly love me for me, without any underlying motives. i noticed that of you right away and made my decision then.”

beomgyu’s eyes widen and he blushes deeply. in the midst of his butterflies he whispers out a soft ‘i love you’, confirming your suspicions.

pressing a soft chaste kiss on his cheek, you leave to walk into the dining hall where you will inform the other four princes of your decision. this leaves behind prince beomgyu, who presses a hand against his face and gives a boyish grin at the soft kiss left on his cheek.

and not too long after, like always, he follows straight after you.

note: SJSHWHAHWI PRINCE GYU FUXKCKCKCKCK

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