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damon salvatore makes the ‘i can fix him’ in me run absolutely rampant

EEEE THANK YOU SM FOR REBLOGGING MY HYUCK FIC!! so glad u liked it <33 i’m abt to read ur jaem + jeno fic n i’m so excited you don’t even know

omgg ofc it was so good! i loved the way you wrote hyuck 🥹 i hope you like my jaemjen one! i had a lot of fun writing it so i hope u enjoy 🤍

stars in your sky

(feels like a) college au, yearning ~friends~ to lovers

“you’re here again.”

“i’d rather be here than home,” so he steps through your doorway.

“you know what i say…”

“this can be my home, i know. i think about it.”

“and where do those thoughts get you?”

“to your front door. i think about the green cabinets in your kitchen, and the herb pots on your balcony. i think about the extra toothbrushes in the linen closet, and the empty dresser drawers awaiting my things… then i’m on my way here because sometimes it feels too good to be true.”

you watch as he takes off his shoes, and pushes his hair away from his forehead, bare feet on plush carpet. he fills two glasses with water in the kitchen, handing you one with i smile.

“but i love you. you know that.”

“mmm”

“are you saying i’m too good to be true?”

“i know you’re real. i’ve felt your warmth and memorized the butterflies enough times to know. but there’s still something, and i guess it only comes out when i’m alone. maybe i just miss you.”

“and now i’m right here, hyuck, so i hope you hug me soon… hold me until the missing fades away, but i don’t mind a little longer too.”

with his arms wrapped around you, his lips brush your shoulder. his hair sweeps your neck, your cheek. his fingertips knowing where all the moles lie beneath your shirt.

“when i was little, i had this journal. i wrote in it everyday. i took it to school and wrote even more. i took it outside for recess, and the story evolved over the years. i wrote about loving popsicles and soccer practice. then i wrote about loving music and part time jobs to buy cds. in high school, i kept writing. the journal had changed, but it was still love on every page. i didn’t realize i kept it… not until a few days ago. the last entry was about loving and wondering if all the love i knew until then is the same for people. does the feeling change? would my capacity grow? i honestly didn’t know, not for years.”

“what do you know now? have your questions been answered?” you search donghyuck’s eyes, wondering if you can find the answer all on your own.

“you answered them all” and he kisses you. traces the back of your neck. smiles against your skin and gives you goosebumps.

“the love is so much stronger. i couldn’t learn anything from vans or popsicles. i couldn’t stay up late, wanting conversations over sleep. but when i'm alone, i meet thoughts of insecurity.”

you give him a moment to continue, but his silence wins. “insecurity?”

he pulls away from you, nodding through the action of brushing hair behind your ear. “something like that.”

you can feel your frown, and he smiles softly, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “why?”

“i wonder if i’m enough. if i have enough to offer. i’m learning as i go with you, but sometimes… do you want someone who already knows?”

your expression eases and radiates adoration. “lee donghyuck, you’re everything to me. you’ve felt this way without even realizing the stars in my sky were hung by you, illuminated by you. you’ve wondered about the love you know and feel and show, hoping it’s enough, while i fall asleep with a comfort i didn’t realize could exist. i can breathe. because of you, donghyuck, i can finally breathe.”

so he holds your face between his hands, searching your eyes while his own start to shine, becoming consumed by the beauty of your relationship, realizing the truth in your words, and it’s a fucking beautiful sight. “i’ll hang stars in your sky for as long as you’ll have me” and it sounds so fucking cheesy. cheesy you would’ve hated at 18: up all night watching movies in your dorm room, but no… oh god, it’s so different now.

suddenly, it’s like your life is playing behind your eyes, and you wish the scenes could reflect against the wall for him to see because he knows how you feel about love, marriage, relationships. how you’re scared of ruining everything with paperwork and golden bands, but right now, the idea has you levitating in your living room: the possible forever. craving the heaven, the sanctuary- this love for the rest of your god damn life because you love the stars.

you love the stars

in his eyes

the way his smile lifts your mood

his good morning to you, my darling

folding laundry together because it’s one of his excuses to see you again so soon

and you’ve already made a spare key

placed it inside an envelope with a tiny note that reads,

sell your bed and use mine.

you rush to the kitchen pantry, digging out the envelope from the box of corn flakes, skipping towards your honey boy.

“this is for you” and us and forever.

he looks at you and you kiss his mouth, laughing through excited nerves “open it!”

“you’ve never been patient.”

“thankfully, it didn’t scare you away.”

your heart skips a beat as he pulls out the note and then sees the key

and something beautiful happens

because his eyes melt into pools of

absolutely yes i want you and i hate my bed anyway

and then he’s attached to you. his lips are velvet, and your favorite memory, your favorite wish, and your favorite desire. chest to chest, his hand on the back of your head. he’s encouraging your legs to wrap around his waist, trying to find your bedroom between kisses and jokes about a longer grocery list.

“as long as you don’t mind pink bed sheets with little hearts.”

“could we compromise for stars instead?”

“…you really thought you didn’t know love? that’s hard to believe.”

the pink sheets with little hearts have their last night before the stars.

MOTORBIKES & MELATONIN

synopsis: sleep doesn't find you in the comfort of your own home or under the covers tucked safely into your bed— sleep finds you in the warmth of park jisung's arms

wc: 1.1k

pairings: jisung × fem!reader, established relationship

genre: fluff

warnings: insomnia + mentions of using sleeping pills/supplement use of the word drug (literally once), speeding (follow the speed limit 🙏)

notes: emosung brainrot is in full swing (though there's not a lot of emosung mentioned) mostly self indulgent so probably not my best work since I was all up in my head but 🤷‍♀️

you're laying on your bed, aimlessly bouncing the soft tennis ball in your hand against the empty space of the wall just above your headboard. sleep never came easy to you and tonight is no different.

you'd tried it all, counting sheep, drinking warm milk, even meditation but nothing ever worked. instead you spent nights tossing and turning restlessly despite being tucked into the warm covers of your bed, chasing sleep.

just as you reach for the purple bottle that lays next to your bed, ready to pour half the jar of supplements into your hand and gulp them down with a glass of water, you hear it.

your perfect form of melatonin and serotonin mixed in one— your drug, your purpose.

the rumble is distinct. it comes with the soft vibration beneath your feet and the deep reverberation in your ears. the roaring of the v twin engine has you shooting up into a seated position as realisation washes over you

there's a dim red glow cast across your room by the break lights as you grab the loose fit leather jacket that rests over the back of your study chair. the woody oriental cologne still lingers through its material as you place it over your shoulders and run out of the front door.

there he is, helmet gripped loosely in his left hand, his right arm open and ready to welcome you into his embrace.

jisung's black hair flows in the wind, his forehead on show— paired with the soft smile he flashes you, you can't help but think he looks perfect.

"didn't even give me a chance to sneak into your room" he sulks taking you in between his arms, giving you a quick spin as he presses a soft kiss to your forehead

"can't blame a girl for wanting to see her boyfriend" you sigh, taking in his warmth with a smile

"yeah?" he pulls back to get a better view of your face, "miss me that much angel?"

"you know it sung"

his laugh is deep yet gentle, eyes sparkling at the sight of you

"well I'm here now"

jisung takes a quick step around you, his touch feather light as he gathers your open hair into a low ponytail, reaching for the hair tie on his wrist to tie it back

"too tight?" he says, voice full of worry and concern— when you shake your head he smiles, placing his helmet over your head

you wonder how people could ever think jisung was anything but the sweet, kind and warm hearted lover you knew, who wouldn't dare let you move an inch to do something he could do for you, like how he gently takes ahold of you in his arms and places you onto the seat of his bike, eventually taking your arms and wrapping them around his waist

"hold on tight" he whispers in that caring tone of his, that's reserved solely for you, ready to whisk you away for the night and you do just that, gripping his waist securely, but not before lifting his visor and pressing a quick kiss to his temple

jisung drives off, wordlessly but with a smile that speaks volumes

there's a warmth that radiates from jisung's body, the only thing keeping you from freezing as the wind rushes past you, blowing with harsh whistles, tyres screeching against the ground as he takes sharp turns through the streets leading towards the countryside

you'd snuck out before, driven way too far over the speed limit, done countless things that would define your reckless youth and yet nothing had your veins coursing with quite so much adrenaline as this, driving way too far, way too fast, with jisung, the person you loved way too much

like always, you find yourself in jisung's lap, god forbid he let you sit on the grass, wet from the fresh morning dew that rests over it, warm hues of orange and light pinks taking over the sky as you hold one another close, the wind still blowing strong gusts your way, your hair blowing in your face until jisung decides to take it between his fingers and hold it back in his palm

"I like this" you whisper, just loud enough that jisung hears it, his lip rising just enough for his teeth to come on show

"I like you" he responds, watching the warm glow of the sun reaching over the horizon through your eyes

"you do?" you smile, wider than you previously had been, it's a smile that reaches your eyes and jisung's unwavering gaze grows brighter at the realisation

"you're my girl, of course I do"

this time it's his turn to press a quick kiss to your forehead, but jisung's greedy, especially so when it comes to you and he can't help but want more, honey brown eyes resting on your lips

"give me a kiss and I think I'll love you forever" you can't help but giggle at the tickling feeling of jisung's hair against your neck as he pouts up at you

"yeah? didn't know my boyfriend needed kisses to do that" you tease with a roll of your eyes

"didn't know your what?" he asks, and you know exactly what jisung's doing, so you whisper the answer with nothing more than a shy smile straight into his ear

"my boyfriend"

"present" jisungs hand is raised and his voice is confident when he looks at you again, it's like he's begging you to tug at his shirt and crash your lips against his, and who were you to say no to him

"you're so cute" you let out between kisses, the bridge of your nose resting against jisung's, who now wears a look of faux offence

"yeah?" he asks, hoping you'll change your mind, though you don't let up, reaching out to ruffle his black hair "only for you"

somewhere between the late hours of the night and the early hours of dawn, between the quietus of your bedroom and the roar of his engine, between gazing up at the stars and watching the sunrise by the harbour— jisung hears your soft snores replace the quiet whispers of awe you once breathed out.

despite it all, jisung's smile remains all the same, radiant, warm and masked by the matte black helmet resting atop his head