Stay At Home With The Dreamies - Jisung

stay at home with the dreamies - jisung

find more content here: nct masterlist ↬ summary: mario kart with jisung! (but he interrupts your zoom session) ↬ tags: you can either read as either non-idol! or idol! jisung, gn! reader, ft. reader’s tutee! dohyun (own character)  ↬ word count: 303 words

“Do you have any other questions?” You asked as you waited for your juniors' response over Zoom. Jisung watched as you stretched your legs out, brushing past his. Jisung was seated across you, doing his own work and he was hoping your juniors didn’t have any more questions so he could play a round of Mario Kart with you.

“If there isn’t then you guys can leave. Have a great week!” You waved at them and Jisung peered at the screen. He was about to lean towards you, but stopped when he heard one of your juniors ask a question, “Uh, sunbaenim? I have a question…” You gently nudged Jisung out of the frame, “Dohyun-ah, you don’t have to be so formal. What’s your question?”

“Ah, uh noona I don’t understand how to solve the last thermochemistry question.” Jisung chewed the inside of his mouth as you patiently explained to Dohyun. Scribbling down a message, JIsung held it up to you and you squinted, subtly shaking your head, “Dohyun, do you get it? Ah, I’m not the best at explaining chemistry.” You frowned and Jisung leaned his head on his palm.

“It’s okay noona. Uhm, noona actually-” “-Dohyun-gun, she needs to leave. Thank you and bye!” Jisung ended the call and you gasped before bursting out in laughter, causing Jisung to chuckle as well, “Let me just apologize to Dohyun.” You whipped out your phone and texted Dohyun.

“Ah, come on. Let’s play! Mario Kart is waiting!” You held up a finger as you texted. Jisung let out a huff when you giggled and he stood up, easily lifting you off your seat.

“It's Jisung Time! You promised to spend time with me!” He cheekily added and you rolled your eyes playfully, a smile tugging on your lips.

“Okay! It’s Jisung Time now.”

“Can I sit here? The other tables are full.” - Jacob

find more content here: the boyz masterlist can be read in conjunction with “I’ll carry you.” ↬ summary: you recall how you and jacob got to be friends and how his nickname came about ↬ tags: student! jacob, oc! + fem! lee yuri (you), ft. student! kevin, other oc as bullies ↬ word count: 812 words

You and Jacob have been friends ever since you became his neighbour when you were 7. You two even attended the same primary school, secondary school and now, an arts college. “What’s the reason behind the name Bae-by?” Kevin asked and you were pulled out of your train of thoughts. “Lee Yuri, you better not!” Jacob pointed a threatening finger at you and you lightly tapped Kevin’s shoulder, “Hey, how fast can you run?” Kevin burst out laughing, “Faster than Jacob anyday.” 

“Why do I even try to stop you.” Jacob sighed in resignation. “So a long time ago, when I was first enrolled into the same primary school as Jacob, I used to live really far away. So for convenience, my dad decided we should move. But this is the real story behind Bae-by.”

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You were seated alone at a table, for you hadn’t made friends yet. You knew your neighbour was in another class and you saw him for the first time today, but you hadn’t asked him which class, thus you were seating at the corner of the long bench. You pulled out your lunchbox and was about to dig into your sandwich, but you heard an all-too-familiar voice, “Can I sit here? The other tables are full. I’m Jacob, by the way.” Jacob didn’t even hesitate as he slipped into the seat opposite you. 

“O-Okay.” You’ve never really interacted with Jacob. But thankfully you didn’t need to think of questions as he asked, “What class are you in?” “I’m in Class 1-2.” You finished up your sandwich, “What’s your class?” “I’m in Class 1-4, just two rooms down from yours.” You looked up from your lunchbox to see his eyes quaking. “What’s wrong?” Before he could answer you, a group of 3 bullies (pot-bellied bullies, you added) brushed past you and tugged Jacob violently out of his seat, “Hey Jacob Bae. Let’s talk outside.” 

You shot out of your seat, “You aren’t taking him anywhere. Let’s go Jacob.” You grabbed his and your lunchbox, before nudging the bully and pulling Jacob away. “Are they following us?” You had your eyes glued at the outline of the general office. “Y-Yeah.” He huffed as he tried to catch up with you. “Hey little girl! Who do you think you are?” The leader caught up with you and you shielded Jacob with your body. 

“I’m Lee Yuri. And if you dare mess with me, you’re not going to get the nice end of it.” You handed Jacob your lunchbox, and while your hands were behind your back, you signalled to him to run to the general office. He paused but when you glared at him from the corner of your eyes, he sprinted. “Guess he is too scared. What a baby!” 

“Jacob isn’t a baby. He is highly intelligent unlike you guys.” You lied, your hands in a defense position, clenched fists hovering in front of your chest as you spread your legs out. One of the bullies (Seungyoun, you read the name tag) threw a punch, but you effectively blocked it and the impact sent him off balance. “What are you doing? Let Daejung show her who’s boss!” His sidekick, Youngho patted the leader’s back. Daejung puffed out his chest and you mentally rolled your eyes. 

“I’ve a blue belt in taekwondo.” You brought up but Daejung didn’t heed your comment and begin to run to you, but once again you proved him wrong. “Mr Kim, they were the ones who were bullying me!” You halted and watched as Jacob cried, and the teacher sternly hollered at the three bullies, “Ahn Daejung! Kim Seungyoun and Lee Youngho! My office! Now!” The three of them cowered in shock and the discipline master herded them into the office. 

Jacob wiped off his tears, “Are you okay?” You stared at him, “Are YOU okay? You were crying!” “I’m highly intelligent. It was supposed to get the discipline master all riled up.” He handed your lunchbox back to you. You continued to link the dots together, but he held your hand, “I’m fine! Come on! Let’s go back to class.” 

“You cried because you’re scared. So that really makes you a baby.” You didn’t get the point. 

“No! I tried to gain his sympathy. Do you know what sympathy is?” 

“Jacob Bae. Bae-by. It’s a cute nickname. And no, I’m 7. That’s such a hard word!” Jacob facepalmed himself in embarrassment. 

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“So he will forever be Jacob Bae-by to me.” Jacob hid his blush behind the bags and thankfully you didn’t notice as you launched into another humiliating story. “Did I tell you when we were 13 and…” Kevin eagerly awaited your story.

“Enough, enough!” 

“That’s why I call him Bae-by. And although he hates it, he never calls me out for it.” “Jacob hyung, then can I call you Bae-by?” 

“NO!”

“Everyone keeps telling me you’re the bad guy.” - Younghoon

find more content here: the boyz masterlist ↬ summary: suddenly, you felt as if you were the main character in Meteor Garden ↬ tags: student! + chaebol! younghoon, gn! reader, ft. student! hyunjae, jacob & table partner! sunwoo  ↬ word count: 628 words

↬ a/n: so this author really did watch meteor garden before giving up halfway, this is definitely inspired by them bad-boy-with-emotional-issues trope so enjoy ? or don’t ,, because i was absolutely cringing you are welcome 

“Listen. If you want to survive in this school, don’t get on Younghoon’s bad side. He will make the next few years a living hell if you do.” You glanced quizzically at Sunwoo, “Who is Younghoon?” Sunwoo exasperatedly waved his hands about as he explained from the top, “Okay, transfer student. Remember The Kings? In the Kings there are Jacob, Younghoon and Hyunjae.” You nodded your head. The first day of school and your table partner is already bombarding you with information about the school’s famous group of guys. 

“Yeah. I do recall that.” “Okay, I may have left out some other information but don’t worry I’ll tell you now.” Sunwoo paused and took in a deep breath, “Jacob is the English God, very gentlemanly and loving. Younghoon, Ice God, will not hesitate to make your life hell because he has issues. Hyunjae, Tennis God, good in all types of sports and super ripped. Or that’s what people say about him.” Sunwoo animatedly described. 

“How am I going to spot them?” You asked and Sunwoo glanced at his watch, “Girls of all levels would flock to them. I’m really sorry, transfer student. I’ve got to go for my Physics lecture. I’ll see you for Chemistry class!” You opened your mouth, wanting to pose a question but Sunwoo darted off, leaving you alone in the cafeteria. With a packet of milk given to you by Sunwoo, you paced around the cafeteria, trying to find a seat. 

As you were walking, the main doors of the cafeteria opened, but you had tripped over someone’s extended leg and the milk packet catapulted through the air, before landing on a guy. “Oh my god~! Who dare throw this milk packet on Younghoon oppa?” A bratty sounding female exclaimed. Oh shit, you thought, Not just any guy, but Younghoon. 

Everyone pointed at you and someone reached out and pulled you up, “Are you okay?” Your eyes darted to his name tag. Jacob Bae. “I’m okay, thank you.” Sunwoo was right about Jacob. Younghoon approached you and you took a step back, “I’m really sorry. I’ll...pay for the damage.” 

“My shirt costs $500. The coat is close to a thousand. Are you going to pay for it?” Younghoon stared at me, titling his chin to the right as his eyes glittered, as if trying to say “Dare challenge me?”. Your eyes widened at the price mention, “I...I can’t pay you immediately…” Your gaze darted anxiously around the curious eyes, “I’ll work extra jobs to pay you.” You promised, but it seems like Younghoon had other ideas when he threw his backpack at you. 

“You’ll carry my bag and do all kinds of odd jobs everyday for a month. Then you would have paid off my debt.” You stared at him in shock at his proposition, “You really are horrendous.” “Why?” 

“Everyone keeps telling me that you’re the bad guy. And you really are.” Before you could even continue to protest, he wiggled his fingers, gesturing for you to follow after him, “If you don’t, I’m going to add interest and in the end you’ll have to pay for this with your life.” He stalked off. “I guess you better follow him. What he says, he will make it come true.” Hyunjae patted your shoulder and followed him out. 

Jacob put a hand around your shoulder and steered you out the cafeteria. The once silent cafeteria burst into life and everyone pointed at you as Jacob closed the doors behind you too. 

“I’ll help you hold it.” 

“Jacob, it’s fine. If I have to pay off my debt this way, then so be it. I don’t want to ever see him again after this one month.” You vowed, but oh boy, you were so wrong.

insert-his-name #6

He opened the door, dragging his luggage along with him. When his eyes landed on you, he couldn’t help but let a soft chuckle escape his being. You were lying sprawled out on the couch, and on you was a baby pink hoodie, with its arms wrapped around your waist. He toed his shoes off and moved towards you. 

“HI baby.” He gently whispered in your ear and he watched as you cracked open an eye, “I knew it. Your flight was delayed.” He brushed the hair out of your face before embracing you. “Come on, off to bed.” He peeled the piece of clothing off you and carried you easily in his arms. You snuggled closer to him and he pressed a kiss on your forehead. Quickly shedding his outerwear, he decided that a shower could wait till tomorrow and he climbed into bed. 

“You’re...way better than the pink hoodie.” You vaguely gestured to the pink hoodie outside before crushing your face into his warm chest. “You must be tired waiting for me. I miss you so much.” “I’ll wait for you, even if it takes years.” 

insert-his-name #5

“You’re hungry.” You simply stated. Your vampire boyfriend stared back at you, his nostrils flaring and his eyes a deep crimson red. “No, I’m not.” His voice was strained and judging by the number of wine bottles opened (two tall ones), he’s been drowning his hunger with alcohols. 

“Stop lying.” You closed the door behind you and dropped your bag off at the sofa. Walking towards him, he averted his gaze, trying to protect his last bit of sanity. You knew by his fidgeting that he was dying to jump at you, but he was restraining himself with all the willpower he had. “This wine isn’t going to help.” You bluntly chided and you picked up the glass in his hands, downing it so he doesn’t drink any more. He gaped at you, and in a flash he whisked you off into bed. 

“You’re making it hard for me. I’m starving.” He ran a hand on his face, leaving you lying on the bed. You inched the sleeve of your woollen sweater down and his eyes zoned in on the juncture of you neck and shoulder. “Then drink.” The next thing you knew, his lips were on your neck and you winced when his fangs pierced through you. 

The wine probably didn’t help things out because you were rather giddy a few seconds in. He interlocked his fingers with yours and with whatever energy you had you gripped his hand. You felt shivers travel down your spine and your eyes fluttered close, the effects taking it’s toll. Your grip weakened but the warmth radiating from his palm gave you some form of comfort. He pulled away, and immediately licked your puncture wounds clean, his saliva healing his fang marks. 

“Stay with me.” He embraced you as he adjusted himself so that he was spooning you. You cling onto him for warmth and he cupped the back of your head. “Why do you always let me do this? You should have left when you had the chance.” He stroked your hair and what you said made his heart swell. 

“I...love you.” 

bLESS YOU ALL,, everyone let's stay strong!! >~<

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