#emosung

enemy!jisung who is somehow always paired up with you at group projects. you’re not sure why, and you’re definitely not sure why the teachers seem to hate you, but sometimes you regret being the good kid.

enemy!jisung who knows every little thing he does annoys you to your very core so he just sits back and relaxes, satisfied as he types away on his part of the project; knowing you’re biting your tongue next to him.

enemy!jisung who adores hovering over your shoulder just because he knows it bothers you, but not that he would care enough to memorize your ticks. never. he’d point out the punctuation mistake you missed merely to see you grit your teeth and edit it despite.

enemy!jisung who is the type to ask you “something wrong?” in that familiar, grating drawl of his — matched with a smirk, don’t forget — when his knee brushes yours under the table.

enemy!jisung and when you respond with a “fine”, he’ll just stare for a moment longer before turning his head back to his work ( he doesn’t move his knee ).

enemy!jisung who tilts his head when he scrutinizes you, noting the way your eyes are distant and your thoughts seem distracted. he’ll smile, seeing you jump when his voice rips through your thoughts. you’re flustered, but he won’t comment. at least not immediately.

enemy!jisung who’ll lean closer for the nth time after a few minutes, breath panning against your ear as he spoke. subtle, clean. “thinking about something? bad dream?” he’d hum. voice as low as ever.

enemy!jisung who’s eyes are more telling then his mouth, and they sparkled in pure amusement at your sudden reaction, as if he was calling you out on something scandalous. but that got his thoughts spiking.

enemy!jisung who can’t help but enjoy whenever your annoyance is directed at him. your voice matched with the way you were just so . . cute. but in the way you’d mumble cute to your pet hamster in cuteness aggression.

enemy!jisung who’ll shut you up by placing his pointer finger on your lips, staring at you with that stupid neutral expression of his as he shifted his hand to place two fingers under your chin, tilting your head up so you wouldn’t be able to look away.

enemy!jisung who gets off by some kind of control. where you’re unable to move away, and he’s able to hold you to himself. he doesn’t however, instead speaking: “shh, angel. don’t strain yourself.” condescending ( attractive ). irritating ( hot ).

enemy!jisung who came up with the nickname angel because to him, you were anything but. he thought it was quite fitting, and it only helped to spur you down your spiral further. bonus points.

enemy!jisung who loves riling you up. your flustered expressions, your warm cheeks, the blush spreading over your nose. whenever you deny your embarrassment with a sharp glare and a hand over the middle of your face.

enemy!jisung who takes a small stumble back when you jab a finger at his chest, eyes widened a fraction because he didn’t know you could be so hot when snapping at him.

enemy!jisung who can’t help but take your hand outstretched in his direction and place a small kiss on the side of your pointer finger, smirking up at you, something sparking in his gaze.

enemy!jisung who’d admire the way you immediately fumbled, words trailing off as your body went into shock, mouth opening and closing slightly in hopes to find your voice that disappeared.

enemy!jisung who would quickly save you ( debatable ) from having to respond by leaning closer and pressing a kiss to your lips, only hindering your ability to speak any further.

enemy!jisung who would keep the hold he has on your wrist as he checked your gaze, despite himself, making sure that you were okay — which it depends on your definition. in this case, you seemed dazed.

enemy!jisung who would snap you out of your daze ( breakdown ) when he placed a hand on your cheek, letting go of your wrist so his other hand could come up, knuckles caressing your cheek before holding your face in his hands.

enemy!jisung who would let out the airiest laugh, taunting, just to lean closer again, planting another kiss on your lips, watching the blush on your face; an endearing look behind his eyes.

“you’re all pretty when you’re dumbstruck, angel,” a kiss on your forehead. “you look good in pink,” kiss on the corner of your mouth. “lets me imagine how pretty you’d look when it’s just for me,” a short kiss on your jaw as his hand traced a path down your collarbone and stomach, landing at your waist.

the hand still on your cheek brushes over your bottom lip as he pulls away to admire you again. too deliberate.

enemy!jisung who’s gaze would soften when you finally snapped out of your shock at his words, eyes widening as you gave him that oh so familiar look. incredulous . . and something new behind it. it made him tilt his head slightly, intrigued.

enemy!jisung who would trace your face with his eyes, taking in everything he hated ( loved ) before flicking down to your lips and quickly back up to your eyes. he’d whisper something, telling you to deny it.

enemy!jisung who’d whisper a small, singular word of you to get him to stop — he know if he starts, he won’t be leaving for a long time. parts of him wonder how long the truth has been this way and how he hadn’t realized ( maybe he did ).

jisung didn’t get a response from you, and his heart skipped a small beat. he’d give you another second. another second to grasp at your sanity so you wouldn’t lose it to him. another second to regret everything that’s going to happen.

before he placed his lips on yours, sealing the silent promise that both your lives will be forever wrong.

but that’s how the story goes. life is unpredictable, messy. no one could guess that you’d be okay with kissing the guy who almost shoved you off a roof — or the guy who you almost dropped a knife on ( yes it goes both ways, yes, you balance each other out ).

enemy!jisung who’s kisses are never the same. slow, languid, like he’s memorizing the taste of you, to rough, biting kisses that leave your lips bruised. he kisses you like he could never get enough.

enemy!jisung who still pisses you off, but grudgingly in the best way. he’ll offer that familiar smirk to match your scowl, and you find yourself fighting back a fond smile.

enemy!jisung who’d catch your gaze across the classroom and fight back a fond smile, knowing you couldn’t stop looking either.

enemy!jisung who can’t help but be infatuated with you. you smile, your eyes. the way you taste, the way you feel against him.

enemy!jisung who can’t really be named your enemy anymore ( with the way his hands are always on you ) — with the way he looks at you. adoring, loving.