There Is Something Inside Me That Will Always Belong To You It Is More Like A Hole But Makes Me Feel

two is better than one… or isn’t? (part 1)

• genre: fluff, soft, angst.

• pairings: reader x jisung, reader x chan.

• warnings: nothing really, a couple of cursing? there’ll be some making out in the future, but definitely not smut!

• summary: “gosh, i was getting delusional already… minho was right in judging me… is it really possible to be in love with two people at the same time? was this an actual thing? i couln’t even think straight these last few days…”

• author’s note: hey, i hope you enjoy this! if you want to read this first part listening to “the one” by sam kim i think that would be nice?! as always, sorry if it’s there any mistakes! and feedback would also be appreciated 💞

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jisung was watching a drama on his phone, my legs laid on his lap, his hands gently caressing the covered skin… i think that even him didn’t notice what he was doing, his focus were completely on the screen, immersed in whatever the characters were doing. his soft hair slightly falling on his eyes, but he couldn’t care less right now… i felt… infected, yes that’s the word i was looking for… i felt infected by his features. his beautiful skin seemed to glow under the weak lights of the room, and his cheeks?! oh gosh i loved his cheeks, i loved his eyes, his sweet smile, his voice… i loved it how he started to sing sam kim’s songs when he thought nobody noticed… but i notice, he didn’t knew this, how could him anyway?

“hey, what are you guys watching?” chan is finally out of shower, his hair still wet, his skin smelling like… peaches? i couldn’t really tell… his usual oversized black hoodie embraced him well, he smiled at me.

“there’s this new drama called "the light in your eyes” and it’s actually pretty good.“ jisung didn’t take long to answer chan’s question, his eyes still glued on the screen.

"isn’t this that actor that you have a crush on? the one that was a swimmer on that other drama you love?” he turns his cell phone in my direction so i can see what he’s talking about.

“yeah, that’s nam joo hyuk aka my future husband.” i sit up to take a look at the scene, meanwhile chan took the oportunity to sit on the couch himself, so when i lie down again, my head falls on his lap.

“you wish.” jisung laughs, turning the phone back to him, his hands still massaging my legs. this didn’t go unnoticed by chan, but he chooses not to say anything, his own hands going to my hair instead.

“i’m offended, shouldn’t i be your first option?” chan says, his eyes looking directly at mine, his hands doing a nice job on caressing my hair… i suddenly feel jisung’s grip tightening on my legs.

“i-” jisung interrupts me before i could even formulate a sentence.

“where’s minho with the snacks? i’m starving.” and just as he says that, minho arrives through the door, hyunjin and felix coming behind him.

“we’re home with the bacon, guys! prepare yourselves for the best meal of your lives.” minho shouts, lifting the bags that are in his hands.

“what? weren’t you supposed to bring some snacks and junk food?” jisung raises his head to ask, finally pausing the drama.

“yeah, change of plans, hyunjin is cooking tonight.” minho then goes to the kitchen, completely ignoring the shocked expression on hyunjin’s face.

“what? you said you were doing the damn thing! that’s the only reason why i agreed with this!” hyunjin angrily shouts at minho.

“well, i lied.” minho winks at him, going back to the living room.

“what are you guys watching?” minho pushes me on the couch not so gently. i take a deep breath, already impatient with the whole situation.

“here we go again…”

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“stop staring at him like that.” i was sit on the kitchen’s counter with minho by my side, eating some chips while the other boys prepared dinner.

“i’m not doing anything!” i go out on my own defense, taking the chips out of his hands.

“yes, you are! you’re looking at chan like you just wanna lick the side of his face. it’s disgusting.” i sigh in response. chan was laughing at something that changbin said, and he did not even realize how much this simple act affected me.

“well, maybe i do want to lick the side of his face, but that’s none of your concern ok!” i push the chips back at him, frustrated with myself.

suddenly jisung appears on the scene, sitting along with chan and changbin, smiling as brightly as ever, looking like a fucking masterpiece with his favorite grey hoodie on.

“oh shit! you’re in love with both of them right?!” minho laughs, looking at me as if i’m the most interesting thing in the world.

“oh shut up, you little shit!” i get up, lefting minho chuckling behind my back. why is he so annoying? did he was born like that? or did it got worse as he grown up? either way i just want to slap that pretty face of his sometimes.

i sit at jisung’s side on the couch, my head resting on his chest, his hand automatically wrapping my waist. i hug him, wanting to stay as close as possible.

“you’re clingy today.” he whispers in my ear, a soft smile on his lips.

chan still listens to what changbin is saying, but his eyes are stuck on me and jisung, more specifically on jisung’s hand caressing my waist lightly.

“can i go to your bed? i need a quick nap.” i look up at jisung just to find him staring at me, he nods gently.

“yeah… i will meet you there in a few minutes.”

“ok…” i got up, heading to the room that jisung shared with the younger boys. little did i knew his eyes followed me all the way through… and he wasn’t the only one.

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here’s the thing, when you get attach to someone, is hard not to get attach to the little things envolving that same person.

jisung’s sheets smelled just like him: a mix of the coffee he had every morning and his favorite shampoo. and, as i laid there, embracing his pillow as if it was my own, i couldn’t help imagine how would it be getting closer to him… in a fisical way… how would it feel to touch his soft hair while having his lips on mine, right here, in this same sheets.

gosh, i was getting delusional already… minho was right in judging me… is it really possible to be in love with two people at the same time? was this an actual thing? i couln’t even think straight these last few days…

sleep was finally getting into me, my eyes already feeling heavy… and when i was almost giving it in, i felt a body laying next to mine, cold hands envolving my waist under the thin fabric of my blue sweater, chills covering my whole body at the sensation.

“i was already thinking you were going to sleep with minho and leave me here.” i smiled to myself, my eyes closed, presuming it was jisung behind me, it was his bed after all…

“it’s me…” to my surprise, i hear chan’s rough voice, his hands still in touch with my bare skin,  his breathe warm on my neck.

my heart starts to beat faster, and i try to control my own breathe, processing what it’s happening. why is he here?

“what are you doing here? this is not your bed.” i whisper softly, trying my best to formulate a phrase that makes sense.

“can you look at me?” he also whispers, like we are doing something forbidden, when actually we’re barely touching each other.

i gently turn in the bed, so we are now facing one another, his face so close to mine… his hand not wanting to leave my waist just yet.

“what does he have, that i’m lacking off?” he asks, his tone as low as it could be, his eyes staring right into mine. i could kiss him right now without even think about the consequences…

“what are you talking about?” i continue to whisper, his lips looked so soft, i coudn’t even focus on what he was saying… his cold hand in contact with my skin distracting me from the rest of the world.

“jisung y/n, why you don’t look at me the same way you look at him?”

today’s a peach

i think this grainy crop would look good on a shirt

The only acceptable reason to have kids is that you want to nurture and care for another being.

That’s it. That’s all of the good reasons.

Not because you want someone to take care of you on your old age, not because you want them to take on a certain career. None of that. To have such expectations of a child makes it unethical to have one imo, it lays the foundation for emotional blackmail; as in, ‘I brought you into this world and raised you, had you for this reason so give me that happiness’. No one owes you anything for the things you do out of your own will for your own sake, not even your children

so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god

i don't think i can handle how conservative my family is

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“you only started liking it cause everyone else did”

well yeah

everyone was talking about it

i got curious

i watched it

and i liked it

how is that a bad thing

CHARACTER FACIAL EXPRESSIONS (WRITING REFERENCE)

EYES/BROWS

his eyes widened

her eyes went round

her eyelids drooped

his eyes narrowed

his eyes lit up

his eyes darted

he squinted

she blinked

her eyes twinkled

his eyes gleamed

her eyes sparkled

his eyes flashed

his eyes glinted

his eyes burned with…

her eyes blazed with…

her eyes sparked with…

her eyes flickered with…

_____ glowed in his eyes

the corners of his eyes crinkled

she rolled her eyes

he looked heavenward

she glanced up to the ceiling

she winked

tears filled her eyes

his eyes welled up

her eyes swam with tears

his eyes flooded with tears

her eyes were wet

his eyes glistened

tears shimmered in her eyes

tears shone in his eyes

her eyes were glossy

he was fighting back tears

tears ran down her cheeks

his eyes closed

she squeezed her eyes shut

he shut his eyes

his lashes fluttered

she batted her lashes

his brows knitted

her forehead creased

his forehead furrowed

her forehead puckered

a line appeared between her brows

his brows drew together

her brows snapped together

his eyebrows rose

she raised a brow

he lifted an eyebrow

his eyebrows waggled

she gave him a once-over

he sized her up

her eyes bored into him

she took in the sight of…

he glared

she peered

he gazed

she glanced

he stared

she scrutinized

he studied

she gaped

he observed

she surveyed

he gawked

he leered

his pupils (were) dilated

her pupils were huge

his pupils flared

NOSE

her nose crinkled

his nose wrinkled

she sneered

his nostrils flared

she stuck her nose in the air

he sniffed

she sniffled

MOUTH

she smiled

he smirked

she grinned

he simpered

she beamed

her mouth curved into a smile

the corners of his mouth turned up

the corner of her mouth quirked up

a corner of his mouth lifted

his mouth twitched

he gave a half-smile

she gave a lopsided grin

his mouth twisted

he plastered a smile on his face

she forced a smile

he faked a smile

her smile faded

his smile slipped

he pursed his lips

she pouted

his mouth snapped shut

her mouth set in a hard line

he pressed his lips together

she bit her lip

he drew his lower lip between his teeth

she nibbled on her bottom lip

he chewed on his bottom lip

his jaw set

her jaw clenched

his jaw tightened

a muscle in her jaw twitched

he ground his jaw

he snarled/his lips drew back in a snarl

her mouth fell open

his jaw dropped

her jaw went slack

he gritted his teeth

she gnashed her teeth

her lower lip trembled

his lower lip quivered

SKIN

she paled

he blanched

she went white

the color drained out of his face

his face reddened

her cheeks turned pink

his face flushed

she blushed

he turned red

she turned scarlet

he turned crimson

a flush crept up her face

WHOLE FACE, ETC.

he screwed up his face

she scrunched up her face

he grimaced

she winced

she gave him a dirty look

he frowned

she scowled

he glowered

her whole face lit up

she brightened

his face went blank

her face contorted

his face twisted

her expression closed up

his expression dulled

her expression hardened

she went poker-faced

a vein popped out in his neck

awe transformed his face

fear crossed her face

sadness clouded his features

terror overtook his face

recognition dawned on her face

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