4 dreams sung

jisung: i’m bored come over

y/n: jisung its past june 18th....

y/n: unless u ask me out rn i belong to the streets 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

jisung: .....

maybe it was when he took you to a flower field to have a picnic or showed up at your house at 3 am because you were scared of the storm brewing outside. maybe it was when you got stuck running home in the rain together, giggling softly as you ran through the muddy puddles. or maybe it was when he picked you up randomly and took you on a road trip with no destination in mind, just wanting to be with you. maybe it was when you sat in the truck of his car while he laid his head on your lap, the both of you watching the sunrise with a comforting silence sitting in the air. it could of been when he picked you up after practice to take you to your favorite ice cream parlor. or when you sat at the top of the ferris wheel, too focused on the feeling of his lips against yours to look at the fireworks infront of you.

“jisung!” you screech as he cuts down your money tree, “why the hell did you do that ?! get out of my island before i punch you!”

jisung laughs mockingly, obviously amused by your pain. “it’s payback for stepping on my roses and killing them,” he smirks.

his sly smile doesn’t last long as you instantly jump off his bed to hit him.

“give me five minutes sungie,” you said, not even looking up to acknowledge him. “i need to catch 2 more fish to get my nook miles so i can buy the teacu-“

you were cut off by jisung turn your face to kiss you. you hummed during the kiss in delight and quickly dropped the switch. jisung pulled away before smiling, “do i have your attention now baby?”

jisung felt his cheeks blush when you asked him to come inside the fitting room and tie up the top of the bikini you were trying on.

his fingers fumbled while tying the fabric and he sweared his heartbeat doubled. he kept his gaze on the floor when you turned around to ask him for his opinion, not trusting himself enough to look you in the eyes. “i-it looks nice y/n.”

he could see you pout out of the corner of his eye. “jisung~ you’re not even looking at me!”

that’s kinda the point y/n

“do i look that bad?”

oh fuck

“NO!” he yelled, “shit, i-i mean no! i think you look nice, like really nice… like really really nic- oh my god i sound like a pervert i just mea-“

“happy birthday dear jisung~ happy birthday to you!”

jisung beamed at you before making a wish and blowing the candles out. you giggled as you sat next to him. “whad’ya wish for?” you asked as the dreamies began cutting up unreasonable slices of cake.

“i can’t tell you~,” he sang while pinching your cheek with a shit-eating grin, “or else it won’t come true!”

you playfully rolled you eyes at him, “you’re so annoying!” jisung laughed and grabbed your hand before kissing it.

you watched as his wide smile faded into a small but adorable closed-lip grin. his eyes seemed to wash over with a sense of pure love and adoration and you couldn’t help but smile back at your lover. “y/n, you really wanna know what i wished for?”

you responded by eagerly nodding your head and jisung’s cheeks blushed a baby pink. “well…,” he started, “i kinda wished for... f-for you to be my only love… my forever and always.”

“jisung! jisung! bubba look!” your little sister called out while running towards the couch, hiding something behind her back and obviously wanting jisung’s attention.

your boyfriend smiled down at her and pinched her cheek while you grinned at the cute interaction between your “babies”.

“yes yeongie?”

jaemin smiles fondly as he peeks at you and jisung through his rear-view mirror. the two of you must of been exhausted after going to the town’s amusement because you’re both snoring extra loud while resting your heads on one another and jaemin swears his heart was gonna burst.

jisung smiles sadly while watching you stir in your sleep. he wishes you knew how much he loved you, how much he wanted you to be his.

but instead all he can does is tuck you in a little tighter and whisper i love you, because at the end of the day…