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falling in love with you? - bang chan

a/n: first time writing angst?? is this angst?? ignore me i was feeling inspired by the neighbourhoods ‘cry baby’ at 10:30 pm haha (don’t come at me if it doesn’t make sense bc im feeling insecure abt it lmaoooo also yes, I didn’t proofread it 100%,,,more so like 50% bc I don’t have time)

word count: 3,428

synopsis: she was falling for him. he didn’t realize until his actions one night resulting in distance between the two. besties to lovers.

bang chan x fem!reader

please do not copy, steal or translate my works.

happy reading.

clover ☘︎

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She senses a shift.

A shift that makes her stomach drop.

Sitting back observing Chan with his friends, something pokes at her observing how he’s interacting with this girl Jisung introduced two hours ago. She vaguely remembers Jisung saying how they knew a girl who graduated with them. All through school the stranger was interested in Chan. A bit of anger bubbles over the hurt, feeling slightly jealous tops it off. She has told Jisung how she felt about Chan. Yet, she is seeing the proof that he didn’t listen. Now she’s sitting beside the fire nursing a cocktail Hyunjin handed her an hour ago.

The pang in her heart starts hitting deep. Recalling all the shared intimate moments that began her soft spot for Chan was all in at once.

Buff arms wrapped around her middle after a rough week of college as she cried on Chan’s lap. When a distant family member passed while she was away at college; the way his hands trailed up her shirt rubbing soothing circles on her skin. The time she almost failed a class because a fellow classmate accused her of cheating on a final; Chan caressed her face in his hands, coaxing her to steady her erratic breathing reassuring that he would help her pass the class (and share words with that classmate).

It all seemed like a show now that he’s all up on someone.

She tries shaking off the memory of Chan resting his hands on her hips as they danced in the moonlight in the living room of his apartment feeling the effects of a night out. How she could feel his breath dance on her skin as he dipped his lips to the shell of her ear, whispering sweet nothings. Lips mere centimeters from interlocking- she remembers it all. But now she wishes she could forget as Chan is throwing an arm over the girl's shoulders, nudging his nose into her hair.

Biting her lip she leaves her drink abandoned on the grass shoving back the chair sliding past Minho and Seungmin roasting marshmallows. Her eyes burned and her chest felt heavy. She hears Minho call out to her. She kept pushing herself forwards.

Going through the house, her heavy steps echoed throughout the empty kitchen. Reaching Chan’s room she hurriedly gathers her belongings. She couldn’t dare to look up at the room that brought comfort, joy and…love.

She releases a bitter laugh.

She slams his door shut and spots Minho at the end of the hallway. His cat-like eyes pick up on her body language.

“Headed out this soon? Without saying goodbye?” He asks rhetorically, gently throwing his arms out to his side.

She inhaled a sharp breath, blinking back tears. “S-something came up. I just remembered.” Her voice was shallow.

Minho embraced his friend. “There is something else bothering you. Don’t lie to me. Just text me when you get home, okay?”

She nods. Minho smooths her hair down before heading back outside. She hears joyous singing and laughter as she ignites the engine to life. Throwing the car into reverse she backs onto the street leaving what she thought she had with Chan behind.

—-

The longest week passed since that night. Each day little reminders of Chan would flood her mind. Give or take some days were worse than others. Folding the laundry she came upon Chan’s favorite sweatshirt. His earthy, woodsy scent still lingered as she folded the article of clothing. She sits letting her eyes linger on the sweatshirt. Moments after the laundry was put away, she stuffs the sweatshirt in the bottom drawer of her dresser.

Later that day she couldn’t sit at her desk without twelve Polaroids and an abundance of photobooth strips staring at her. She holds her favorite picture strip of them. A small smile breaks out from her lips. She could hear his sweet giggle ringing in her ears. Chan’s fingers prodding into her hips making her squeal into his side in the third frame. She shoved the small reminders into the desk drawer under her notebooks.

Minho occasionally checked in asking if she wanted to talk. Again and again she would push the conversation off bringing up a whole new topic. Forgetting was something she was failing to do. She was perched on the couch typing up a new resumé when Chan’s number flashed up on her phone. Pausing her hands over the keyboard of her laptop, she let her phone screen go black. A minute passed before a message pops up.

christopher! :) : hey sweet girl. missed you saying goodbye that night. is everything alright?

Her chin drops to her chest.

Sweet girl.

She hated how hard that affected her.

Why couldn’t she be more angry than sorrowful?

Shaky thumbs paused over the screen, trying to bring herself to write back. Why did he wait this long to reach out? Does he not care about me? She thought.

The storm cloud over her head grows darker and larger with rage as she repeats the motions. Re-reading then deleting her reply. She lets out a choked sob once deleting the tenth message. She threw her phone to the other end of the couch with all her might. The phone bounces off the cushion onto the shag rug. She pressed the palms of her hands to her eyes trying to stop the tears from flowing. She was exhausted from all the crying. While she inhaled deep breaths, the voices in her head taunted her to forget him. But her heart was trying to tell her to hold on. She tucked her legs to her chest, hugging herself tightly watching the sunset with the tears that made the street lights twinkle.

She hated how she missed him.

—-

It takes Chan two weeks before he ends up at her doorstep. He shoots a look over his shoulders seeing her black car parked in the driveway. He playfully knocked as he always did, even though she had given him a key. No one came to the door. He tried again. No one.

Chan clicks her number, bringing the phone up to his ear as he peers around the front of the home. She picked up on the third ring.

“What do you want Chan?”

Chan was taken back by her hoarse voice. He makes his way back to the front door. “Are you home?”

A sniffle comes through the line before a response. “Why?”

Chan shoves the key into the deadlock, not bothering to hang up his phone while she’s crying out his name on the line. He pushes the door open.

“Y/n! Where are you?” He shouts.

Her sweet fragrance welcomes him. He missed the familiarity of her home. Instead he felt a different vibe that lingered in the air.

A bitter cold.

Her home was void of warmth and joy. Chan could almost swear he was in a stranger's home. Chan lets the door shut with a gentle click as he makes his way further into the house. Curtains were drawn shut. Everything seemed undisturbed from the last time he was over. He notices a large box set off to the side beside the trash can. Chan spots a familiar article of clothing peeking out from the semi-closed flaps. He opens the box seeing everything he’s left over her home or what he’s bought her. Picture frames of them stacked in the left side of the box. Dozens of polaroids. Little trinkets and notes were haphazardly thrown in. His large wolf plushie he won her that night the entire group went to the festival, it was hidden behind a pair of his sweatpants.

He drops everything into the box darting down the hallway to her office. The walls were bare, nothing looked the same.

“Y/n.” Chan calls out walking back into the hallway. “We need to talk. Where are you?”

As Chan ends up in the kitchen he hears the front door open and shut. The footsteps were not her’s. Chan goes on high alert, calling out to whoever welcomed themselves into his best friend’s house.

“Minho?” He says seeing the familiar face.

Minho pivots on his heel. A sour look pours over his neutral expression once seeing the Aussie.

“What are you doing here?” Minho asks bitterly.

Chan furrowed his eyebrows together. “What do you mean, ‘What are you doing here?’”

Minho shakes his head with a bitter smile appearing over his lips. “You’re just now checking in on her? Why did it take you more than a week to figure out something?”

Chan runs a quick hand through his curly hair. “Minho, what is going on?”

“Playing with y/n’s feelings is what’s going on.” He barked.

Minho stoops by Chan, snatching up the large box of objects. “Y/n sat and watched you that night getting super close to Jisung’s friend. I kept eyes on you that entire night. You didn’t even bother with y/n after that chick showed up. Just kicked her to the curb. And to text y/n almost two weeks after that night? What a friend you are Chan.”

Minho pauses before disappearing behind the hallway that leads to the front door. With a discourteous tone to his voice Minho leaves a warning to Chan. “You messed up your relationship with y/n. Wake up Chan. Or you won’t have any of us.”

Chan goes to open his mouth, but Minho beats him to it.

“You better be heading out right after me or I’m gonna call the cops. Lock up if you’re smart enough.”

—-

Jisung went to Y/n begging for forgiveness no sooner he saw Minho with this infuriated look on his face. Minho explains everything in utmost detail. Jisung’s stomach drops. Jisung explains to his friend what happened that night and why his friend was all touchy with Chan.

“Ji, you know I like Chan.” She mumbles.

Jisung rubs the back of his neck, ashamed to look into his friends' hurt eyes. “I kinda realized last second. Y/n, I really didn’t mean for any of this to happen. I swear!” Jisung rubs her shoulder causing her to glance away from her lap. Jisung’s eyes were hazy. “I feel horrible. I really do.”

She grasps Jisung’s hand, giving it a squeeze. “Jisung, I know you wouldn’t do this out of spite. You’re too sweet for that. I am a bit disappointed though.”

Jisung nods slowly. She does go on to explain how frustrated she felt with him. Jisung offers to talk to Chan but with Minho and Chan getting into it hours earlier, she saved Jisung the grief and told him to leave Chan be. It felt easier being able to talk with Minho and Jisung now that she’s opened up how she’s feeling. She felt less alone in the entire situation. Minho was her endless cheerleader on the days where she only sat doing nothing. Jisung encouraged her to go out and enjoy the fresh air. She was determined to get back into a steady routine with her two best friend’s help.

“Minho? Should I reach out to Chan?” She asks one day while sitting in Minho’s kitchen as he cooked dinner.

Minho sets the wooden spoon down, turning away from the stove. “It’s up to you. But I would let Chan be the first to say something. You are not in the wrong.”

She sits letting her mind replay Minho’s advice. She secretly hopes that Chan will pull through.

“I know he probably doesn’t care for me anymore.”

There’s that pang in her heart.

She continues. “I can’t seem to stop worrying how he’s doing.” She states, running a hand over Dori’s head who was perched in her lap.

Minho nods, understanding where she was coming from. “Give him time, y/n. Trust me. He’s probably losing sleep right now trying to figure out how to handle this.”

Minho was correct. Chan hasn’t slept for days on end. The guilt ate away at his consciousness. He didn't reach out to anyone. He was scared too. Until Changbin went to visit and talk to Chan but they ended up arguing. Changbin ended up telling Chan off, which left him in a bigger mess. The other boys questioned each other about what was going on now seeing that Changbin was heated. Minho kept quiet about the situation, giving both of his friends the privacy they deserved.

Laying wide awake, Chan finds himself in a trance looking at the picture frame on his nightstand of him and her sitting on the Ferris wheel with the biggest ball of cotton candy in his hand. Chan makes up his mind. A dial tone greets him no sooner he clicks her contact. He shakes his head letting the voicemail play.

“Hi it’s y/n! Just leave a message and I'll try my best to reach back. Thank you! Byeeee!”

“Y/n,” Chan breathes trying to keep his tone even from hearing her cheery voicemail. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry for not listening to my heart. I’m such an idiot. Those feelings between you and I,” His voice breaks.

“It may seem that I didn’t feel it. And I am so foolish to not be upfront with those feelings. It’s so unfair to you. Our relationship. Y/n, please don’t hate me.” Chan wept.

“I spend way too much time being so caught up in my head to not be in the moment with you. And if i could, i would redo it all for you. To be my truest self with you. I guess I was scared to fall in love with you. I think it's too late for me to be saying this, Y/n. You make me feel free. Free from anxiety. Free from these haunting thoughts in my head. Free to be my carefree self. I realize how you hold a special place in your heart. Yet, I made the mistake of playing with it. My heart is breaking with this unknown between us.” Chan pauses, releasing out another sob.

“Forgive me, y/n. Baby, please.”

—-

A small hand rubs up and down his forearm. Chan lay fast asleep with tear stained cheeks while cradling the blue koala plushie Y/n gifted him for his 24th birthday. He stirred slightly hearing a soft voice. Blinking slowly, the fuzziness slowly dissipated revealing the girl he was in love with.

Chan barely makes out her bloodshot eyes. She brings a hand up to cover her face letting out a small whine. Chan props himself up on an elbow leaning forwards reaching out his other arm to grasp her free hand.

“C’mere my sweet girl.” He whispered, his voice breaking. “My God, I'm so sorry.”

Her knees give the second Chan brings her to his chest. His arm is stretched sideways across her back, his hand placed at the back of her head. He stays like that for a couple moments waiting to see if she retracts back. Chan eventually lifts her so she’s seated on his lap once feeling her body give into his weight. Her tears stained his black hoodie as she wept. Chan’s heart swelled, knowing she’s in his arms not trying to push away. A glimmer of hope washed through him.

He was going to do this for her.

“Y/n, could you please look at me?” He asks through his cries.

She shook her head and pushed her nose further into the crook of his neck. Chan caressed the back of her head again but this time bringing his lips to linger on her temple.

“T-the v-voicemail. Channie.” She wailed. She pauses, fisting Chan’s hoodie tighter. “I can’t hate you. But- I felt like you didn’t care for me a-anymore after that n-night. Like I-I was just a toy.”

Chan strains back a shaky breath. The very sentence he didn’t want to hear from her lips. He wrapped his arms tighter giving his promise to protect from here on out.

—-

“Channie?”

Her voice cut through the heavy silence. It was nighttime now. They cried and cried after discussing their thoughts and feelings, mending their broken pieces of their hearts. She ended up falling asleep first, Chan following shortly after. The moonlight coats over the two cuddled in bed. Chan released a groan- a deeper one due to the fact he’s strained his vocal chords. “Are you okay?” He asks with a bit of sleep evident in his voice. “I can leave you be and I’ll sleep on the couch.”

She felt Chan begin to shift. “N-no. Channie, you’re fine.”

He relaxes back into the bed. She nudges her nose into his cheek making Chan’s stomach flip. Her eyelashes kiss his rouged skin. The same butterflies hit him when he had cradled her body the one night she had fallen sick. He never left her side the entire night. Taking a throw blanket and a spare pillow, Chan gave her the space she needed while he slept by her bedside.

He smiled for the first time in two weeks.

Chan felt a small shift in the air. “Do you feel better?” He questions.

She shook her head, scared to make eye contact with those whiskey colored eyes she always got drunk on. “Lighter. This weight isn’t on my chest anymore.”

Chan uses the back of his index finger to trace her jawline. Her eyes flutter shut.

“Y’know I'm an idiot?” Chan states. “Making these decisions without thinking about them entirely. Why do you keep giving me chances?”

Her eyes flicked open. Chan’s eyes already focused on her. She suddenly felt small.

“Hey, look at me, sweet.” He cooes, hooking a finger beneath her chin.

“Channie,”

Chan runs a hand through his curls. “I’m sorry for hiding how I felt. I was afraid, which sounds like a silly excuse. Whatever this bond we have, I love it. Explaining my feelings is where it stopped me.”

She lets her jaw go agape. “You’re a songwriter Channie. All these amazing songs you help produce-”

Chan chuckles, shutting his eyes for a moment letting his ears grow red. “I know,” he draws out. “I feel like a horrible friend. I guess I wanted to perfect the way I wanted to tell you.”

“That night, Minho caught me leaving. He knew instantly what bothered me. I was scared that he was going to hurt you. Chan, he looked so livid.” Her small voice shook, recalling that dark look in Minho’s eyes.

“I hurt you y/n. I deserved to be harassed by Minho.”

She swirls Chan’s hair through her fingers. She loved running her fingers through Chan’s soft waves. Her gaze danced over Chan’s face trying to find an expression. He lay with shut eyes.

She continues on. “But I knew you would come to realize. You needed the space to process your mind. But I am at fault too, for not being upfront about how I feel.”

“Y/n, you shouldn’t have to apologize.” Chan responded. A saddening expression floods over his previous state. “You told me how you feel with me. Remember?”

She frowns. “But I think it wasn’t good enough.”

Chan taps her chest right above her heart. “Your heart was doing the right thing. I was a bad guy in this entire situation. I didn’t want to listen to my heart. I wanted to ignore those feelings due to me being a coward. Don’t apologize, it’s my fault.”

She frowns again, twisting Chan’s heart strings. Chan leans his forehead to touch hers. “Y/n, I want to do this the right way. I adore everything you do. How you smile. Laugh, gosh, even eat!”

He earns a couple giggles from her.

“You being you is just plenty for me. I promise to work on telling you my feelings. But I ask if you would be patient with me. I wanna make you proud.”

Chan sees a light glimmering in her beautiful eyes as she speaks. “I already am proud of you.”

Chan blinked. “How?”

Her hands lay flat on his chest. “By stepping up and wanting to make what’s between us right. I know you were scared. Chan, don’t beat yourself harder than what you need too.”

“I don’t realize until something bad happens.” He admits.

She pats his chest. “I can help you become who you want to be, Channie.”

“I want you to be your boyfriend.”

She grins. “Channie.”

Chan hums in the sweetest tone rubbing their noses together. Time stops again but this time their lips meet.

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skzpvol · 2 days

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a price i'm willing to pay | part 29 - i swear.

MASTERLIST

pairing: ceo!bang chan x entrepreneur!reader

genre: social media!au, arranged marriage, fake relationship, fluff, angst.

warnings: swearing, might have suggestive bits.

summary: following a scandal threatening the survival of your business, you have no choice but to associate yourself with a competitive company.

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skzpvol · 3 days

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homesick - han jisung

love collection

genre: comfort, angst? soft

pairings: fem!reader (infp) x idol!han jisung (istp)

warnings: none?

wc ~3.7k | moodboard

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you miss your boyfriend–you miss him a lot.

how could you not?

all you have wanted to do for the past couple of weeks is throw your arms around jisung and hold him close. you want to keep your boyfriend so tightly against your chest that you're encapsulated by the warmth radiating off his body, the warmth that never fails to comfort you, resting your head against his chest to listen to how his heart beats in tandem with your own. you miss the physical closeness with jisung.

stray kids has been on tour since late april this year, and the last leg of the tour is expected to end early april next year. while that's quite a long time for the boys to be away, they'd be back in asia in late july and on a break until the tour kicks back up in early september. it's currently the beginning of july.

thankfully, you weren't taking any summer courses. through the grace of whatever higher power there is up there, you managed to convince your boss to let you work remotely so you could join jisung and the boys for two weeks during the japanese leg of their tour back at the beginning of june.

you loved watching jisung perform. seeing him firsthand from the crowd, in his element when he's on stage, performing his art and perfecting his craft, makes your heart lurch; you fall for the man all over again, watching him up there. seeing it firsthand is completely different from watching videos of him–you can feel the energy radiating off him when he's up there.

at the end of those two weeks, you and the boys ended up in the same place: the airport. you were boarding a plane back to seoul, and they were boarding a plane to their first tour stop in america. due to the influx of reporters and fans waiting at narita international airport, your goodbyes to the boys and their staff had to be in the hotel, inside your rooms, hours before checkout time.

knock, knock, knock.

"come in!" you call whoever is on the other side of the door; if it's any of the boys, then they will be accompanied by jisung, who has the extra room key for your room.

you grunt in a squatting position as you move your luggage from laying on the ground, on its back, to standing upright on its wheels. you hear the keycard machine beep from the other side of the door in confirmation as you're hunched over, wheeling your luggage up against the wall before standing up straight and rubbing your palms against your jeans. you watch as the front door opens to reveal the eight boys, jisung in front, holding the keycard to your hotel room. behind them, the managers and some guards come into the room with them, but the bodyguards stay outside.

"y/n!" felix whines with a pout as he pushes forward, running to you and enveloping you in his arms, "fly safe, okay?"

you pat the freckled boy's back appreciatively as you nod.

"make sure you text ji when you land, okay?"

"i will, but you guys will still be in the air when he gets that message."

felix pulls away, his hands on your shoulders as he looks at you, "still, it's the thought that counts." you smile and giggle at felix, who moves aside for the next couple of members to say their goodbyes to you.

your exchanges with jeongin, minho and changbin are on the shorter side; brief hugs with jeongin and changbin, who thank you for coming to support them in concert, meanwhile minho gives you a half hug and pats your head as he bids you farewell, thanking you for taking two weeks out of the many months jisung will spend talking about how much he'll miss you.

meanwhile, hyunjin, chan and seungmin's hugs last a little longer when you're swayed around a little bit and told to be safe, get a lot of rest on the plane and not miss them too much. chan lets you know that if there is any other time you're going to be free when they're on tour, let them know, and they'll arrange everything for you–from the plane tickets to where you're staying–anything at all.

seungmin, the member you're closest to after your boyfriend, whispers in your ear quietly to ensure it's kept between the two of you: "i know you're going to ask me to take care of jisung for you, so don't worry about that. don't worry about hannie; we all got him."

the reassurance brings a smile to your face, and your grip on seungmin gets tighter in appreciation. the boy sways your bodies back and forth, patting your back when you separate. when he pulls away, he steps aside to reveal your boyfriend standing there with a pout, his big, brown eyes glossy as tears build up at his waterline. you have to bite your lip to keep from sobbing.

you were already feeling on the verge of tears when felix came rushing in and pulled you into a hug. chan's words about arranging anything and everything if you're free, then seungmin assuring you that they'll look out for your boyfriend while on tour and now, here's your boyfriend, your hannie, your jisung, looking at you with teary eyes.

you open your arms and jisung runs into them, prompting you to take a step back at the sudden impact, but jisung's tight grip around your waist protects you from any chance of falling backward. jisung buries his face in the crook of your neck while your arms are wrapped around his neck, your chin resting on his shoulder as your eyes are squeezed shut. your grip on each other is tight, knowing that once either of you lets go, the next time you'll be in each other's arms is in two months.

jisung lets a choked whimper slip out that he tries to hide with a cough. you smack his back gently, "ya!"

you clear your throat, trying your best to stay composed and stern as you utter the next words.

"if you cry, i'm going to cry too!" your voice cracks and trembles as you speak.

"i'm not crying," he denies. though his voice is muffled from his head buried in the crook of your neck, you can clearly hear that it's softer than usual, shaky, and uneasy.

you let out a pained laugh, "liar." the tears flow down your cheeks as you hold him even tighter.

"i'm not lying!" jisung continues to deny. he lifts his head up from your neck, and you stand there, still in each other's arms, looking at each other, "see."

what you see is how jisung's cheeks are flushed, wet with tears that probably fell and landed on the fabric of the hoodie you're wearing, his lashes clumped together with tears as he tries to keep his lips pursed together when they're trembling and threatening to go back to that pout. on the other hand, your tears are freely falling as you stare up at your boyfriend through your fluttering lids, mouth opening and closing as you breathe heavily through your pouted lips, cheeks also flushed and damp. you smack his chest.

"what?" he whines.

you open your mouth to laugh at him, but instead, a sob comes out; you fall back into his arms and bury your face into his chest as you cry.

"look who's crying now," jisung retorts as his arms move around your body again, holding you close. one hand rests on the small of your back while the other caresses your hair.

"yeah, the both of you," minho teases and jisung glares at the boy, but the older one just smiles back.

the rest of the boys watch the exchange between you and jisung with a slight ache in their chests as they remember how hard it was to say goodbye to their friends and family before leaving. chan looks around and he gathers everyone to leave, wanting to give you and jisung a minute alone to say your goodbyes before the driver takes you to the airport.

pulling away, jisung moves his hands to your face and brushes your hair back, some strands sticking to your skin because of tears as you hiccup. even when your hair is out of your face, he continues to stroke your hair back while the other hand is on your cheek, gently caressing the skin with the pad of his thumb. the two of you stare up at each other, sniffling.

"i love you," jisung whispers, his voice hoarse from crying.

you nod, sniffling and hiccuping in return, "i love you too."

jisung smiles down at you, "hey, i'll be back before you know it."

your eyelids flutter as you blink quickly, and your hands play with the back of the sweatshirt jisung is wearing.

"i'll text you everyday," he reminds, "i'll call you as much as i can, and as much our schedules and the time zones allow for."

you sigh shakily, "i'm gonna miss you so much."

"i'm going to miss you so much too, my love," jisung brushes your hair back again, "god, i wish i could just take you with me. two months away from you? that's too long."

you snicker, nodding in agreement, "i do too. but hey, i'll get to see so many videos of you taken by stay, doing your thing on stage."

your boyfriend smiles, gazing down at you lovingly.

"i'm so proud of you. look at you," you sigh, lips curled up in a smile, "my boyfriend is going on a world tour."

"do you know what that means?" you tilt your head in confusion, "souvenirs from every stop that remind me of you!"

since he left, both of you have been sending texts daily and video calls whenever your schedules permit it and when the time zones line up enough so it isn't too early or too late for either of you.

sometimes your calls only prompt you to miss jisung even more, wishing he was next to you and that his voice wasn't just coming through a device while he's on the other side of the world, but the distance also means you continue to long for the day jisung comes home. you know his parents long for that day as well, his mother sending you texts every couple of days asking when you're free so you can go out together. as jisung likes to put it–spending time with her future daughter-in-law.

however, as the number of days away from jisung increases, the number of days before jisung returns also decreases. with that in mind, you try to stay positive and look forward to the day he comes home.

now that the boys are in america, they've been quite busy rehearsing, checking and then rechecking their formations and any technical details that could go wrong during the concerts, the process repeating at each venue as they sync up their equipment with the new venues. their team organizing and making sure everything is okay with the venue and other organizers. as a result, jisung has been too busy to call late at night as he passes out the moment he's in his hotel room from the venue, then waking up a couple hours later to hop on a flight to the next destination.

he sends you texts here and there throughout his day, sending random photos of himself and the members during rehearsals or before and after the show. on jisung's end, he sent a text over when he landed early in the morning, saying he could probably hop on a call quickly when he gets to the hotel, seeing as they're going to be in inglewood for a little over a week for two shows instead of one. you were about to leave work when the message came through. going home for the evening when the message reminded you of your phone call with jisung's mother.

"hello, eomeonim," you greet when the line connects.

"y/n, myeoneuri," she speaks into the phone, her tone sweet as usual. she doesn't say anything for a moment before speaking, "is this a bad time? you don't sound like you're at home?"

"ah, sorry eomeonim," you apologize, "i just got off the bus, but i'm on the way home now. but don't worry, i can talk if you need me."

"ah okay, i won't keep you too long then, myeoneuri," she assures before continuing, "have you spoken to jisung on the phone recently?"

you hum as you think, "I think it's been a couple of days since our last phone call; why? is he okay?"

you hear jisung's mother sigh on the other end of the line, "i'm a little worried, if i'm honest," you hum in acknowledgment and she continues, "he sounded quite down on our phone call yesterday and the day before. he told me not to worry when i asked… i know this might be a lot, but would you mind talking to him? if it's you, he'll open up more–at least, he'll have talked about what's on his mind."

"yeah, yeah, of course," you agree, "i'll see if we can call tonight, and i'll check up on him, see how he's doing, eomeonim. don't worry too much, i'm sure ji is okay!"

she chuckles on the other end, "ah, you sound just like him, y/n. don't tell him i sent you!"

you laugh in response to her rushed addition at the end of her statement: "i won't say anything," she sighs in relief, "was there anything else you were curious about?"

she hums, "nothing else, thank you so much, myeoneuri. i'll see you on the weekend, okay? come over whenever you want! the door is always open for you!"

your cheeks flush in embarrassment as you smile, "thank you, i'll see you in a couple of days. bye eomeonim!"

"goodbye, myeoneuri! get home safely. i love you," she bids her farewells, which you exchange right back with her before she hangs up the call.

thinking back to that conversation, you wonder what worried jisung's mother about him; was it how he spoke? his tone? the words he used? was he quite active in the conversation, or did he seem more passive? you wonder what exactly she meant by jisung sounding quite down, but you guess you'll figure it out when he calls you in the morning.

it's around eight in the morning when your phone rings from the bedside table. yunjin should already be awake and ready for work, so the ringer volume doesn't wake anyone up except you. you roll around, feeling around the bedside table for the device. you accept his call quickly and place the phone to your ear.

a deep yawn leaves your lips before you say, "ji baby?"

you hear him hum in acknowledgment on the other end before he replies, "yeah, baby, it's me." a sleepy smile forms on your lips at the sound of his voice. " did I wake you?"

you groan softly as you flick the lamp on, the sudden brightness causing you to squint, "yes but i don't mind. i just wanna hear your voice. are you back at the hotel now?"

"yeah, we got back a while ago. i just wanted to be ready for bed before calling; this way i can fall asleep while you're on the line," jisung explains, and you feel your cheeks heat up at his sentiments.

he continues to talk about what they did today. you're gradually more awake and more attentive as the minutes pass, so eventually, you realize what jisung's mother was referring to when it sounded like he's been down. jisung is speaking monotone, his voice softer, and when he speaks, it sounds like his mind is elsewhere.

when he's finished, you decide to segway into that conversation, "how are you feeling?"

he pauses for a moment, taken aback before he shrugs, "i'm tired, it's been a long day of rehearsal. what about you? how are you feeling?"

"i'm doing good, i'm hearing your voice, so i'm doing great," you answer quickly before he tries to shift the conversation to you, "are you physically tired or?"

jisung is lying in bed as he speaks to you, looking up at the ceiling and thinking of his replies, "yeah. dancing and all."

"emotionally?"

"emotionally?" he repeats to which you confirm, "i mean… i'm okay–better now since i'm hearing your voice after a couple of days… it's been a busy last couple of days."

you nod, running a hand through your tangled hair as you listen to jisung on the other end. his tone is still distracted as his words graze over how he's feeling, avoiding delving deeper into it. realizing that maybe he isn't ready to delve deeper into his emotions, you allow him to shift the conversation to your life and what you've been up to while he's been on tour–asking you how work has been and if anything new has occurred. you answer jisung honestly; there is nothing new at work as it's the same job you've had since getting into university; the only new events would be the lunch you have on the weekend with jisung's mother, aunt and grandmother.

the latter part of your updates brings a smile to jisung's lips, his heart warming at the thought of the most important women in his life spending quality time together. but at the same time, hearing your updates about your life back at home, no matter how small you think they are or if they're the same things that always happen, has jisung's chest aching in a completely different way.

"ji?" you call, not hearing anything coming from his end, "did you fall asleep?" you pause to listen, to survey whether or not you hear soft snores or heavy breathing that indicate that he is indeed asleep.

instead, jisung responds after a couple of moments, "i'm still here. i'm awake."

"are you okay?" you wonder, "if you're tired then i can go–"

"no, don't go," he quickly interrupts, "sorry."

"don't apologize, i just wanna make sure you're okay," you reassure, and you hear him hum in acknowledgment.

"i miss you," he declares softly, his voice solemn as he speaks.

"i miss you too, ji," you sigh, instinctively clutching the pillow closer to your chest.

the boy on the other end ponders for a moment before continuing, "i miss you a lot. i don't really know how to explain it," jisung blinks up at the ceiling, "i miss you all the time, but when we get back to the hotel or when i'm not performing, i miss you even more."

jisung's eyebrows knit in frustration as he continues to explain himself.

"i love being on stage, i love performing," he states, "i can't explain how i feel when i'm performing either, but… there's a feeling of contentment or fullness? i don't know… i just know i love to be up there. but…"

"but?" you encourage him to continue as his words trail off.

"but when i get back to the hotel, or when it's all over, i feel tired: the adrenaline doesn't last as long as it usually does. but even though i'm tired, it's hard to fall asleep."

you aren't sure where to place jisung's words, unsure if you've ever felt the way he's been feeling lately, uncertain if you can relate, but at the least, you want to understand and reassure him that you're there.

"there's a feeling of emptiness that kinda just sits there when i'm not on stage," his voice is softer when he says the word 'emptiness' like it's a fragile word, one he's unsure of, "i wasn't sure what it was before but listening to you talk started to help me realize what caused the emptiness."

"something i said helped you realize?" you repeat for clarification.

"yeah, listening to you talk about home, work, the local cafes, the conversations you have with my mom–just everything about your life at home," jisung lists, "i'm feeling homesick."

your lips part in awe when the last word leaves his mouth, the singular word allowing you to reconceptualize what he said previously and gain a greater understanding.

"i tried my best to distract myself and rehearse more to combat those feelings of emptiness but nothing seemed to work; it just stuck there. listening to you helped combat some of my homesickness but…"

"but it's still there," you finish his sentence, and he agrees with a sigh.

"i love being onstage, i feel so alive when i'm up there," now, when jisung speaks, his tone is clearer, and his thoughts are clearer, the way he's speaking signalling that instead of being lost in his own thoughts he's got both feet on the ground and he's working through them, "but i miss home so much. god… i miss you so damn much."

you smile sadly when you hear him sniffle.

"i miss my bed at the dorms, the air fryer at the dorms that we don't even use. i miss the smell of your laundry detergent and shampoo, i miss being in your arms, and you playing with my hair. i miss being at home."

jisung cries softly as he speaks, sniffling and continuing to list off the things that he misses at home. it brings tears to your eyes; using your comforter to dab the tears off your face.

"hey…" you call into the phone, "would it help if i sent little voice messages throughout the day so you could hear my voice? i can send pictures of things you love here too? just a couple more weeks, and you'll be here, and i'll hold you so tightly you get sick of me."

"i'll never be sick of being in your arms," he remarks, "and if it isn't too much, i would love that, all of it." jisung smiles at your suggestions, appreciative of you and your ideas to help him combat his homesickness until he's back in seoul.

"i'll try my best."

"baby?" he coos, prompting a soft response from you, "do you think we can video call? i wanna see your face before i sleep. can you stay until i fall asleep?"

your cheeks heat up from your boyfriend's suggestion, and your heart feels giddy at seeing his face for a couple of minutes before he falls asleep. " of course, baby."

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skzpvol · 4 days

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hi lovely!! first off congrats on 1k that's so so awesome and you deserve all that + more truly :( your writing is so tender and so lovey

i would to join in on your little drabble event!!! could you do something for hanji and the song compass by the neighbourhood? that song reminds me of him so so much so i hope you get the vision!! thank you angel and have a beautiful day!! ✮⋆˙

compass.

pairing: producer!jisung x reader genre/warnings: established relationship, hurt/comfort?, fluff, swearing, arson jokes? lmao word count: 1.4k

as always, i’d appreciate any thoughts or comments you may have, and please drop a like and/or reblog if you enjoy reading ♡

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you're always there to help me when i'm down i'm lucky you've been keeping me around you're the star i look for every night when it's dark, you'll stick right by my side

compass - the neighbourhood

"fuck, fuck, fuck!"

the sound of jisung's verbalized frustration draws your attention to his desk and setup in the middle of room, where he's been sitting for the better part of two hours, hunched over the equipment like he often does when he's in the studio.

it's written all over his face just how upset he is that this particular piece he's working on isn't flowing right. the deep furrow between his eyebrows communicates utter displeasure. the clench of his jaw tells you he's angry, and that he's angry at himself for not being able to work through his block.

you abandon your comfortable spot on the couch in favor of pattering over to his side where he's all tensed up like an aggrieved hamster whose body can't contain the annoyance he feels. jisung can be short-tempered sometimes, but you know how to handle him in moments like this.

sliding a hand over his back, you say, "take a little break with me."

he huffs out a breath, eyes still focused on his laptop screen. "i can't afford a break. chan hyung expects this to be done in two days."

"so it's in two whole days. you can leave it for fifteen minutes, it won't kill you."

"but i still have to rework the first verse and figure out what in the fucking hell this second verse is-"

"han jisung," you scold him lightly, to which he instantly shuts up and peers up at you with his big eyes, immediately apologetic when he recognizes his harsh language.

"sorry," he mumbles, "i'm just stressed."

"which is why you need a break. you're not doing anyone any good just sitting here and trying to make your laptop explode with your eyes."

he lets out a pathetic-sounding mewl but he follows you to the couch regardless. jisung knows you're right because you always are. you're the more level headed between the two of you, whereas he's the one who lets his emotions get the better of him sometimes.

before, he would often succumb to his negative feelings. it's hard to keep his cool when nothing seems to go right and there's a deadline on his ass. he'd get so frustrated with his work that sometimes, he would delete whole tracks off his drive only to instantly regret it and spiral even more. he'd take it out on the people around him with his grumpy attitude and misplaced pettiness.

when jisung is overwhelmed, he tends to spin out in all directions. he splinters and drowns in a sea of his own making, constantly being pushed away further and further from shore because he doesn't know how to anchor himself, how to hold on so he wouldn't drift far away. his solution to soothe his anger has always been to give into it, to rip whole pages from notebooks and lock himself in his studio for hours on end until he could plow through the stubborn creative block. it'd often leave him exhausted - emotionally and physically so - and in no better state than he started out with.

jisung accepted this a long time ago - that his way of dealing with his emotions wasn't very healthy, but it was the only way he knew.

that is, until you popped into his world and taught him that people can be lifelines too. falling upon him like a wish that he never realized he was making his whole life.

"what's the matter, baby?" you ask, prompting him to air out his grievances as he lays his head on your chest while you card your fingers through his soft curls. he leans into you instantly, a long sigh escaping his pouty lips. jisung's got a lot of pride, and he would rather die before admitting to anyone that he loves to be babied by you behind closed doors.

he knows the question is just your way of getting him to verbalize all of his pent-up frustration, and not because you're eager to help him traipse through his mind palace and solve whatever dilemma he's having with the track. let's be honest, you never really have a clue what he's talking about, but it helps that you're keen on listening to him even though you can't offer him any valuable insight. more than you could ever know, it does wonders for jisung, just being able to untangle his thoughts and release the mess in his mind.

he could simply just talk to chan, sure, or any of his other friends who work in the industry. but again, his pride is an awful thing sometimes.

you never make him feel like he has prove himself to earn your love and attention, though. around you, jisung feels enough as he is. there's never been any need to toughen up in your presence.

"i just... i can't work with this track. nothing is flowing right. i hate everything i come up with." he rambles on about the things that plague his mind; topline this and beats that - they're really just words to you. you weren't blessed with the same genius in music that jisung was, so you just listen until he's done, until he concludes his tangent with a groan as he nuzzles further into the comfort of your warmth.

"you said that the last time, you know?"

"said what?"

"that everything sucks and you hate it."

"because everything sucks," he whines again, his eyebrows knitted together as he adorns a petulant pout. "and i hate it."

as you play with his fluffy hair, you feel him lean into your touch like it's the very thing that will bring him clarity. in a way, it does. your gentle touch may not give him the answer he needs, but it quiets the static in his mind, drowns out the continuous buzzing that muddles his brain.

"you're too hard on yourself," you say, to which jisung just huffs out a breath in disagreement. "i'm serious. you say this every time but it all still works out in the end. you're so smart, and talented. you shouldn't forget that."

his frown only deepens in response to your words. he knows you're right; things have always turned out fine before. trust the process and all that shit, but he's hot-headed and impatient sometimes, and he doesn't want to endure the stress that often comes with the process. he just wants to get to the finish line.

then, you continue, "remember 13?"

"what about 13?"

"you didn't like it at first either. you were so dramatic about it. but you sucked it up and finished it anyway. you made a hit and nobody could stop talking it. i believe in you. you just need to believe in yourself too."

in complete silence except for the sound of your steady heartbeat in his ears, jisung keeps laying on top of you like a weighted blanket, soaking up your words as a flower would in warm sunlight. of course he remembers 13 and the day he let you listen to the song for the first time. you'd nearly burst into tears in the middle of this studio, pressing kisses all over his face while you gushed over how proud you were of him.

"damn you," he mutters after a while. "why do you have to be so rational?"

"someone's gotta be. if i wasn't here, you probably would've ripped all your hair out, set your keyboard on fire and ran off into the woods."

he shoots up instantly, propping himself on two elbows as he glares at you even though you've got a valid point. it's not that far-fetched of a scenario.

"what?" you tilt your head with a coy smile. "am i wrong?"

jisung stares at you for a quick minute, and it's that very smile you're wearing that mitigates his frustrations and dulls his urge to sabotage his work out of self-inflicted anger. he says nothing at all, just leans down quickly to give you a kiss full of appreciation, despite the way there was a frown tugging on his eyebrows only second prior.

"you good now?" you ask, the words coming out a little muffled against his mouth.

if it's with you, then he is. you're the anchor that helps him part his stormy seas. you're the compass that always guides him home. he really doesn't know where he'd be without you, or how he'd manage in times like these if you're not by his side to ground him.

"always good with you around."

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SKZ texts (Maknae line) - Telling them you’re pregnant… again

Masterlist

Warnings: all fluff, barely suggestive in I.N’s

Screenshots: 8

Hyung line here

a/n: All the cute babies are from Pinterest!

Han:

Felix:

Seungmin:

I.N:

Likes, comments, & reblogs are always appreciated!

Taglist: @doitforbangchan / @jehhskz

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☆ skz sending you photos of themselves (maknae line !)

| pairing. skz x fem reader genre. crack a/n. exams are making me stressed but stress = ideas so… heres smt for you guys!!! :-)

1. han

2. felix

3. seungmin

4. jeongin

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paper rings

synopsis: you're in love with your best friend, but technically, you're already engaged

pairing: non-idol!jisung x gn!reader (ft. the rest of skz and one roommate)

genre: best friends to lover, idiots

warnings: drinking. swearing. reader is implied to be bisexual. kys jokes.

word count: 4.1k words

a/n: i remember reading about someone and their best friend doing this lmao and just instantly thought of jisung. pls drop your comments and reblog lovies <3!

"i hate accidents, except when we went from friends to this"

Being Han Jisung's best friend was certainly... something. Three years ago when he sat down on the free seat next to you during your first sound engineering class and offered you a big grin, you never expected him to become an unreplaceable part of your life. It came with it's benefits too though; you were now friends with his extremely loud and boisterous group of friends, but hey, at least that meant that you would get free food from Jisung five days a week (technically it was his food the Minho would pack but, who cares? Certainly not him).

You found it extremely easy to become friends with Jisung. It was almost amusing, how quickly you had opened the door to your heart for entry by him. Asking for class notes soon became hour long conversations about anime and movies and campus gossip. A shared obsession over Taylor Swift soon became in-home ice cream sessions spent dissecting her lyrics. Your friendship had gotten to the point where everyday, Jisung would leave you a paper ring on your seat beside, scribbled with a inspirational message.

You two had a tendency of doing almost everything together. You both were similar in several ways. Jisung wanted to be a music producer and had already decided that you would be the sound engineer for his studio. You both had anxiety as well, and although it varied, you knew each other's tells. It was a habit, at this point, comforting each other and being the other person's crutch in life.

Although, doing everything together wasn't always beneficiary. You were often party to Jisung's mischievous schemes, a product of his irresistible longing to entice playful irritation within his hyungs. The rest of the group loved you though, causing Jisung to be let off easily as a result of you being present with him.

You couldn't really say that you showed any mercy to Jisung either. He was a compulsory addition, along with your phone and wallet, on your late night grocery runs. You could have a craving from sushi to just dollar-store ramen, Jisung was always there (and sometimes not of his own will and accord). Regardless of what time or what materialistic object was set in your sights, Jisung had to come with you.

He never complained though. The boy had a slightly concerning affinity towards eating blueberry muffins and barbecued chicken breast at two in the morning. Both of you having some of the most fucked up sleep schedules you had ever seen (rivaled only by that of Chan, if you could even call it a sleep schedule), caused these late night runs to be an extremely frequent occurrence.

Your eyes were closed as you sat in the park bench in the middle of some town whose name you could not pronounce. What was the point of going to a prestigious university if they didn't even take you on nice trips?

After Jisung had finally been released from the clutches of 3RACHA (aka three broke men making music that is destined for greatness as soon as they become money minded), he had found his way to you. Well, less found his way and more spam called you and blew up your phone with Jujitsu Kaizen memes (which was so infuriating because you hadn't even watched it and yet your phone's gallery was full of Gojo's six-pack, all thanks to Jisung).

You felt bad for even thinking it, but to be honest, you were kind of avoiding him. Lately, Jisung had been spending a lot of time with you. You were probably imagining it, but it felt like Jisung was stealing glances towards you more often, like his touches were lingering instead of fleeting.

Ah, hope. What a fickle thing. It had people grasping to ideals that could be never achieved, desperately trying to hold on to a light that was long past dimming. You were already prisoner to wishful thinking; you didn't want to be held captive to the confines of hope either.

You texted Jisung the location of the park that you had accidentally stumbled upon and had decided to spend the rest of your day in. The university you attended had paid for transport, dumped you here and left you to be. To be fair, there wasn't really much you could plan for a two-day one night trip. The idea was, for your friend group at least, to spend the first morning roaming around on your own, go out to a nice restaurant in the night and spend the second day in the beach before heading home.

Jisung was hijacked by his other friend group for the larger part of the day, causing you to be victim of walking around pitifully alone and threatening bodily harm if Jisung didn't properly apologize with Boba and breakfast pancakes. You were walking in and out of stores, window shopping (the unfortunate and yet to be expected aftermath of blowing all your money on arcade tickets), when you decided to sit down somewhere nice.

Of course you found the most sub-urban park you had ever seen, complete with a once copper now greening statue of some man who was probably extremely important to the towns history but never brought up in conversation, educational or otherwise. The park was full of children with rose-tinted cheeks and mothers lamenting about each other (with the addition of an occasional barking dog).

You wondered if you would live the same way someday, coming to the park with a man or woman you loved and a child in your arms. Maybe even a dog or two, although you highly doubted if you could handle one considering you didn't even have a hold on yourself. Soon, you saw the figure of Jisung approaching you, Boba in one hand and waving at you with another. He handed you the drink and proceeded to sit down, his thigh brushing against yours.

Beside you, you felt Jisung shuffling around. "Okay, I have a very important question. When did you feel happiest with me?"

You wondered what could have prompted such a question from him. Jisung did have a tendency to talk about the latest hit songs for two weeks and then suddenly ask you about something nearly superficially philosophical. The last time he had asked you something, it had prompted an hour long debate on the meaning of life that could only be stopped due to Minho allegedly accidentally bringing home a stray kitten.

You let out a snort, "People don't feel happy around you, they fear for their fucking lives."

Jisung shoved you playfully, "Hey, be serious!" He had been growing out his hair and it fell into his eyes, making you suppress the temptation to run your hands through it. The entire world was moving around you, cars driving, people talking, an annoyingly loud baby crying. But this moment, with Jisung looking at you with curious eyes and a wide smile, was at a standstill.

You instantly knew the answer and reflected his smile back at him, "When you first proposed to me."

University students were apparently supposed to be mature and always prepared. You and Jisung were clearly the exception. The two of you were doubled over in laughter (in the middle of the street that too) after recounting what had happened just a few short minutes before.

It was a mere two weeks after your mid-terms for your first year in university. Jisung was over at your dorm room, citing an escape from Changbin's chokehold as an excuse to instead trouble you with his presence. You both were curled up on the couch watching some trashy reality show when Jisung's stomach comically grumbled.

Without even bothering to grab your stuff, you both had gone to a fast food restaurant, craving french fries for dinner. As Jisung ordered, the cashier asked robotically, 'cash of credit'. Jisung looked at you with wide eyes. You reciprocated.

The cashier was growing impatient. "Well? Do I need to call someone?"

The both of you exchanged a glance. A curt nod. And ran for your lives as the cashier cursed behind you. You both ran as much as you could until your legs finally gave out. Finding yourself in front of an alleyway full of small shops, you began contemplating where was the best to go. Finally, the two of you went inside a small, family-owned café, and sat down, breathing heavily.

The café in itself was extremely cozy, decorated in varying shades of brown and beige. You were surprised and slightly disappointed about not discovering this gem of a place before. In your mind, you had already tucked it away to become a regular study destination. You certainly did need one after getting banned from the public library thanks to another one of Jisung's antics.

"Did he call us a green horse's explosive ass?" You questioned, just setting off another fit of giggles.

Jisung shrugged at you, his eyes suddenly narrowing. That couldn't be good. He had a look in his eyes that you knew all too well. Han Jisung was about to come up with a plan, and it would either be Nobel worthy or akin to a tsunami.

"Y/N," said Jisung, "I have an idea. Just play along."

He dragged you to the middle of the restaurant, earning stares from the onlookers who were peacefully eating. His right leg bounced up and down as you glared at him. What are you doing? you mouthed at him. Just trust me, he said back. You knew about his social anxiety. Then why on earth was he putting himself in such a situation?

He took a few steps backwards, letting go of your hands, and dropped down on one knee. Jisung took out something shiny out of his pocket and quickly wiped it on his sweater. You looked at him in confusion, eyebrows raising in disbelief when you realized what was happening.

"When I first met you, I knew you were the one for me. Everything about you fit everything about me as if we're meant to be. I don't know the definition eternal, but if we were to consider the conventional meaning... I would like to have the honor of spending the rest of it with you."

You arched an eyebrow, wondering how long it took your best friend to come up with that. Coming back to your surroundings, as if on cue, your hand flew to your mouth and your eyes began to water (more so because of how difficult it was for you to contain your laughter, but oh well; at least it got the job done.)

You rapidly began to nod, grinning at him ear to ear. He smiled back at you, slipping the ring onto your finger. You look down at it, suppressing yet another snicker after seeing the tacky pawn shop ring that adorned your hand. Jisung quickly wrapped his arms around you, picking you up and spinning you around. You giggled into the crook of his neck as the room burst into applause.

People came up to you with their congratulations while you two went to the counter to place your orders. "Two chicked burgers and one large french fries to go please," said Jisung kindly. He cocked his head towards you, "Baby, do you want the oreo milkshake?"

Jisung calling you 'baby' caught you by surprise. A part of you had nearly forgotten that you still had to put up the act. Blushing furiously (because you forgot, not because Jisung called you baby with a low drawl, obviously), you replied with a simple, "Sure. Thanks, honey." You smiled in achievement as Jisung began stuttering, cheeks tinted red.

"Oh, it's on the house for the soon to be married!" said the kindly old lady working the counter. Jisung quickly grabbed your food and the two of you rushed out of the store. As soon as you turned the corner, you both burst out laughing again.

"Jisung," you slapped him on the chest, "I feel so guilty!"

He just gave you a sheepish nod, grabbing a french fry and popping it in his mouth. You continued protesting but he put a finger on you lip and tilted the bag of food toward you. You gave him an admonishing look, picking up the food. He threw an arm around your shoulder while you settled into the curve of his collarbone, eating and walking in comfortable silence on the way home.

That was when, you thought, that was when you first started seeing him as someone more than just a friend.

Jisung tapped you impaitiently. "What say we do it again?" he asked sweetly.

"Oh my god Jisung, stop," you said pushing him playfully. He pouted at you while you glared at him, until Chan came up to the two of you and asked if he could talk to Jisung alone.

Jisung gave you an apologetic smile and strolled away with Chan, chatting away about something. As soon as he left, you let out a long exhale.

Nobody warned you about how painful being in love with your best friend would be. Nobody told you about how difficult it would be to restrain yourself from confessing all you feelings. Nobody told you how torturous it would be watching him gaze at other people, knowing that he would never look at you the same way.

You pinpointed that afternoon as the day when you started looking at Han Jisung through rose-tinted glasses. You went from being comforted by his light touches to craving them. You found yourself wanting to be something to him, something more than just a label of a 'best friend'.

You wanted him, wholly and completely, and were prepared to give yourself to him in the exact same way.

You would never, in a hundred years though, tell Jisung about your feelings. You had made up your mind. Telling him that you loved him would put your friendship at risk. You would much rather have Jisung at an arm's length than not at all.

You sat in the bench, lost in thought when you felt a throat clear in front of you. There Jisung was propped up on one knee, rattling off the same words he had told you all those months ago. He had a twinkle in his eye. You had tears in yours.

Jisung always lauded your performance in that tiny café. He said that your on command crying was so exceptional that 'aspiring actors should be grateful that you decided to settle on sound engineering'. You decided to spare his feelings and not tell him that your tears were a result of the absolute absurdity surrounding the entire situation.

The second and only other time that Jisung had whipped out his ring and you had whipped out your bridal tendencies was when your entire friend group was half-drunk in a bar, celebrating after mid-terms week. Jeongin wanted a full play by play of what, by then, was an iconic party story. You both went at again, albeit a little sloppily considering your inebriated state of mind.

This time though, tears ran down your face mercilessly. You couldn't take it anymore, your feelings growing and growing into something bigger than you could fathom. What started as the fluttering of a lone butterfly turned into a swarm of them and this, this was your breaking point.

Jisung looked at you with concern in his eyes. "Y/N? Are you okay? Is everything-"

"Stop," you snapped at him, "Just fucking stop, Jisung. Please."

He looked at you in confusion as you stood up and walked away.

The first place you went to was the hotel you were staying at. You quickly ran through the streets, wiping away your tears swiftly. There was something inherently wrong with you. You had utterly fucked up. You should have just played along. You should have just said yes. You should not have been hoping for something that you knew was out of reach.

You sat on your hotel bed when you heard a knock on your door. When you swung it open, Hyunjin and Seungmin stood there with an armful of chocolates and identical, all to familiar expressions on their face. Pity.

"Don't have a love life of your own so you came to interfere in mine?" You asked dryly, beckoning them inside. Out of everyone, only Hyunjin and Seungmin knew about your crush on Jisung.

You stood in the kitchen silently, swallowing the lump in your throat. Jisung was in the other room talking about this really pretty and amazing new transfer in their music production course. With every word of praise he spoke about her, another piece of your heart broke apart.

When you couldn't bear to listen to anymore of the incredible things that the enigmatic 'new year girl' had done anymore, you retreated into Felix's brightly lit kitchen. You opted to find solace in the soda that bubbled in your red Solo cup and the smell of brownies that somehow still lingered despite being taken out (and subsequently consumed) over an hour ago.

Hyunjin and Seungmin were walking into the kitchen when they spotted you. Hyunjin, ever the empath, knew that something was up with you. He attempted to talk to you about it, but you kept shutting him down. Seungmin, who was the most like you in the entire group, knew you needed time and lightly rested his fingers on Hyunjin's arm.

"You can stay," you said, your voice breaking in between. The three of you just stood there, the only sound being muffled chatter and the occasional sip of soda in your case and beer in theirs. Seungmin must have given Hyunjin a signal of affirmation when he turned to you, mouth opened as if to ask you a question.

He was walking on figurative eggshells when he asked you hesitantly, "You like him, don't you?"

You looked up at him with tears in your eyes and that was all it took for the two boys to quietly slip out of the apartment with you, grab ice cream and listen to your pathetic dilemma. Vowing to help you if you could keep Minho from yelling at them about the cat toy they had happened to lose, the three of you formed an extremely unlikely yet strong friendship, built on the very foundations of your pathetic unrequited love.

Hyunjin laid back on your bed and you settled to sit down beside him. He wordlessly handed you the chocolate, waiting for you to open it as Seungmin opted to sit down on the armchair across from the bed. Oddly enough, you had grown extremely close to the two of them after the conversation you had in the kitchen six months ago. Apart from Jisung and your roommate Reina, they were the people you were closest to.

Seungmin scoffed, "If you had a love life, we wouldn't be here in the first place."

You swore at him and threw the wrapping paper towards him. Hyunjin turned and attempted to giggle into the bedsheet undetected but earned a light slap from you in response. You slouched beside Hyunjin with a sigh, handing him block of chocolate, "Jisung told you, didn't he?"

"Yep," said Hyunjin loudly, chewing his chocolate. Seungmin pulled a face at him as you snapped a finger in the air to get their attention.

"Okay, so?"

Seungmin's eyes turned towards you. "He was horrified thinking that he had overstepped his boundaries blah blah blah, can't lose your friendship, ya da da," he said in a bored tone, "Please tell him you're in love with him. It will spare us all the pain."

You glared at him. "What if he- Hyunjin! Don't eat all of it!"

"I got you another," he said between mouthfuls, "and listen up. You know how we're your go to relationship venting people right? Well, turns out Minho hyung and Changbin hyung have taken up those responsibilities on Jisung's end. We met them up on the way here and, well, you both need to talk to each other."

Hyunjin finished triumphantly and reached for a bag of chips that lay innocently on the bedside, unaware of the fate that was about to befall them at the hands of a certain Hwang Hyunjin. Seungmin just pinched the bridge of his nose and said, "Look. Talk to him at that restaurant we'll be going to tonight, okay? You'll be all dressed up and maybe that'll help your cause considering how you look like a homeless person half the time."

You threw him a pillow and grateful smile in response.

"Can we talk?" asked Jisung as he stood near the chair next to you. Hyunjin shot you an encouraging thumbs up while Seungmin raised his glass of soju at you, a remind that you weren't allowed to drink yourself senseless (as worded by Seungmin himself), until you had a proper and sober conversation with Jisung about your feelings. You motioned for him to sit down on the chair beside you and Jisung followed suit.

The two of you sat in silence, and for the first time, it was heartbreakingly awkward. Silence with Jisung was never supposed to be like that. It wasn't supposed to be heavy. It was supposed to be a moment when you could just sit quietly and collect your thoughts. It was a moment when you would need a break from life, put the entire ordeal of existence on pause, and not have to explain why. It was a gift only Jisung could bestow upon you, and a curse only he could understand as well as.

"I have something to say as well. I'm sorry for running off like that," you say apologetically, in an attempt to break the silence. Jisung wordlessly hands you over a piece of what looks like green paper. It's a ring. A paper ring. It matches the pink one on his finger that he fiddles with unconsciously. You resist the overwhelming urge to place your hand on top of his and lace your fingers together.

"Oh. Is that all?"

"No- um, actually," you begin and then falter. Jisung looks at you intently, eyes prodding. It was almost as if was waiting for you to say something. His piercing gaze retreats and his expression transforms into one of defeat. He opens his mouth slightly to say something, which you do as well.

You take a deep breath, ready to deliver a confession that would rival that of the likes of a 16th century lovestruck noble, born from the pages of a Shakespearian play when you both blurt out at the same time, "I like you."

Jisung continued rambling, "I didn't know how to tell you. You're so smart and funny and beautiful and amazing that I thought you would never like me that way. I pretended to like other people so that you feel jealous, because, apparently according to Changbin hyung and Minho hyung, that is extremely effective. I should have known not to take advice from a man who literally calls his treadmill his wife and a cat mother. But I was desperate. And I didn't know and-"

"Jisung," you laughed, giving him a small shake, "I like you."

"Wait," Jisung's eyes widened as he stumbled over his words, "For real?"

You shake your head up and down, still processing everything. Jisung liked you. You. You, who were quick to snap at people when they hurt someone you loved. You, who waited and pushed until after a deadline. You, who either loved passionately or not at all.

Being loved by him was all you ever wanted, but how could he love someone as tangled up of a mess as you?

Jisung gave you a knowing look. He took you hands in his when he said, "I meant it all. The proposal. I don't know the meaning of eternity but, you give me a reason to look for it. If I look for the meaning of eternity then I have an excuse, an explanation as to why I should spend the rest of my life with you."

You looked at him, unshed drops of water reflecting in his eyes. Oh, those eyes you fondly called 'bob-shaped', those eyes that you could drown in.

"Jisung," you asked softly, "Is this the part where we kiss?"

Jisung rested his forehead on yours and gave a low chuckle, "I'm supposed to to be the idiot in this relationship, not you."

He pressed his lips onto yours and your reciprocated, ignoring all the cheering and hooting coming from the other side of the room. This moment belonged to the two of you. There was nobody you would rather give your heart too than your best friend Han Jisung, and there was nobody whose heart Jisung would rather have fit in his palm than yours.

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skzpvol · 12 days

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can i be your boyfriend?

pairing! seo changbin x fem! reader

genre! angst with fluffy ending

synopsis! when changbin keeps his feelings for his bestfriend a secret until his friends tease a confession out of him

wc! 940

changbin’s eyes followed your figure. you were dancing around the kitchen with felix making brownies. he loved how well you got a long with his friends. “you make it so obvious dude it’s kind of sad.” jisung spoke. changbin glared at the boy. “make what obvious?” he asked. “that you like her.” chan budded in. jisung laughed at changbin’s shocked face. “i-i do not.” he tried to defend himself he did. however he couldn’t deny the flutter of his heart and the butterflies in his stomach.

“why don’t you just tell her?” chan asked. changbin was quiet. “i can’t.” jisung rolled his eyes at the boy. “and why not?” changbin shrugged his shoulders. “because it’s not true.” he yelled gaining the attention of the rest of the household. “what’s not true?” felix asked curious. “apparently changbin hyung’s feelings for our y/nie.” jeongin answered from having been eavesdropping on the conversation.

your heart felt like it was going to beat out of your chest. changbin caught your eyes before you quickly turned your attention back to the brownie batter. “don’t mind them y/n they’re being stupid.” changbin tried. you let out a small laugh. “yeah of course silly boys.” you dumped the batter into the baking dish. changbin caught onto your off putting attitude. you were quiet and moved away from his tries for cuddles during the movie.

changbin felt like an asshole.

since that night you haven’t answered his phonecalls. ignored his text messages. didn’t respond to his dms. changbin was pretty sure you blocked his phone number. it was quite the opposite though. you listened to every voice mail, read every text, and dm. you still had his number favorited your phone. it hurt to hear him apologizing for something and he didn’t even know what he did wrong.

you had enough of his constant phone calls and your voicemail was full. you gripped your phone and hit the green answer button. “what?” you snapped. “y/n? what has gotten into you? you ignore me for weeks then get nasty when you finally do answer. what’s going on?” he sounded tired. you sighed. “i don’t really want to talk about it.” the temptation to hang up was eating at you, but your heart wanted to hear him out.

“well i want to. i think i deserve to know why my best friend is ignoring me.” changbin sighed deeply and you heard rustling as he moved positions in what you could only assume was his bed. “please.” he pleaded. it was your turn to sigh. “changbin do you have any idea why?” you couldn’t bring yourself to just openly say ‘hey i like you and it hurt my feelings when you said you’d never see me that way.’

“no, i just know i hurt you and i’d like to know what i can do to make it better, to make us better.”

you couldn’t help the scoff that left you. “you don’t even know what you did. changbin i like you but you’d never see me that way.” you seethed. unable to hide the heartbreak any further. “w-what?” he was speechless. his heart was beating out of his chest. you liked him back? before he had the chance to plead his case the call ended.

you took his silence as confirmation of your feelings being unrequited.

it took changbin all of ten minutes to get from the dorm to your apartment. your sobs covered the door bell so he used his key to get in, the key he promised to only use in emergencies. to changbin you crying was always an emergency. a major one since the tears were over him.

he quickly made his way to your room, were you were in a ball under the blankets. he seen your figure shaking and the sound of your sobs shattered the last few pieces of his heart. “y/n.” he spoke softly. you jumped and pulled the blanket off your head. even with your hair sticking up in different directions and your eyes swollen and puffy, you were still the most beautiful girl he had ever seen.

“changbin w-what are you doing here?” your voice was shaky. changbin took a few steps before sitting next to you on the bed. “y/n you never even let me reply.” he started but you cut him off. “sorry i didn’t want to hear you reject me.” you seethed flopping down and pulling the blanket over yourself once again.

“will you let me finish please?” he sighed. you shrugged under the covers. changbin placed his hand on your hip and rubbed your leg comfortingly. “before you hung up on me, i was going to tell you that i like you too, not even i love you.” you peeked out from the blanket and looked at changbin who already had his eyes on you.

“you do?” you asked. “yeah i do.” he replied. you sat up and wrapped your arms around his neck. changbin gripped your hips and pulled you onto his lap. his hands slipped under your shirt and he caressed your skin. you locked your hands around his neck. your forehead rested against his. “y/n i love you so much.” he whispered. his lips brushing against yours. “i love you too.” you finally connected your lips to his.

changbin’s grip on your hips tightened and he pulled you closer to him. “y/n?” he asked as you pulled apart. “yeah.” you mumbled chasing his lips after the kiss. “can i be your boyfriend?” you giggled smacking his chest before capturing his lips against yours again. “yes.”

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anger management

⚘ genre. fluff, angst but not hella heavy idk i tried to make it pretty lighthearted

⚘ members. ot8

⚘ synopsis. post argument with bf!skz

chan checks on you even if you’re ignoring him

It had been a few days since the two of you went at it, you honestly couldn’t even remember what the argument was about. Everyone was just aware that the both of you were strictly not on talking terms, no questions asked

Truthfully, you missed him. Missed his dimples, missed his squeaky laugh, missed how his scent was so strong and comforting when you hugged him close. Fighting was so overrated but you couldn’t even find it in yourself to speak first

That’s why your heart leaped out of your throat the second you saw his name in your notifications. He had been the first to bite, swallowing his pride and asking if you needed any essentials while he was out shopping. You felt fragile, teary eyed as you typed the fastest you’ve ever typed in your entire life, letting him know that all you really needed was his presence

You stood in the doorway when he knocked, embracing each other and relaxing into each others arms. “We aren’t ever doing this again,” you sniffled against his shirt, that little giggle you’ve missed painting a smile onto your face. “Got it?”

“Yes!” He cried out with a laugh, jumping and flinching away from you as you pinched his side playfully. “I got it! Stop it!”

lee know takes you out as an apology

Here you were, laying face down on your bed, cheeks burning hot and shoved into your plushy pillows. Just minutes ago, you’d been scolding Minho quite angrily for a stupid reason, so worked up that you slammed the bedroom door in his face without second thought

Naturally, guilt had washed over your entire being almost immediately and you were currently planning out an apology in your head. Maybe a massage, maybe run him a relaxing bath and wash his hair for him, pay for the cat’s monthly supply of litter

Soft taps of knuckles against the door startled you. “Get dressed,” Minho’s voice chimed behind the wood, and you did as you were told, wiping your wet face and tugging a clean top over your head. It was the least you could do after your outburst

“Where are we going?” You asked gently as he took your hand in his, nose stuffed up and congested with all of the aggressive crying you did. He spared you a glance, sending a small smile your way before leading you to the uber he had called up

“Dinner,” he placed his hand on your head, soothingly patting you the same he would do to his cats. You melted in his touch, your mind and body both defeated. “I think I have a few things to fix between us.”

changbin can never stay mad at you

Teasing was an everyday thing with you and the boys, always constantly throwing friendly jabs at each other for being bad at a game or folding laundry a weird way. Today’s target was Changbin, and not knowing he was already in a bit of a sensitive mood, you had taken it too far on accident

He had left the room in a hurry, storming down the hallway and locking himself in his room as you sat on the couch, dumbfounded. “Look what you did,” Chan jokingly shook his head in disapproval before patting your back. “Luckily it would kill him to be mad at you. Go give him some love and say you’re sorry.”

Taking Chan’s advice, you hurried to Bin’s room and swallowed a lump in your throat as you knocked. “Answer me,” you whined from the other side, heart feeling a bit lighter as he opened the door with a small pout on his lips, the heated blush on his skin slowly calming down. “I’m sorry,” you coo and wrap your arms around his waist, resting your head on his chest. “I didn’t mean it.”

You could faintly hear Chan’s laugh in the living room and it made you giggle too because he was totally right, Changbin quite literally became putty in your hands and enveloped you in a strong hug. “You aren’t funny,” he sighs into your shoulder. “Literally so not funny.”

“Yes, yes,” you sighed before giving his ass a light smack. “I know.”

hyunjin gets extra clingy once all is well

Clingy is an understatement. Hyunjin has not let you go ever since you entered the dorm, and that was an hour ago. He’s got his head in your lap, snuggled against your stomach and humming at the feeling of your fingers in his hair. “You’re done being mad at me, right?”

You furrow your brows and tug at his light strands just a bit, earning a soft smack on your arm. “You were mad at me too, don’t act like I was the bad guy here.”

He giggled at your stern voice before completely wrapping his arms around your torso, cheek squished against your arm as he stared up at you. His eyes were hard to read sometimes, so deep in thought you weren’t sure what he was feeling. They flickered with an emotion that you couldn’t pick apart and you sighed, hoping he wasn’t about to cry

“I really am sorry,” he murmurs, twisting his head a bit to kiss the skin of your arm closest to him. “I hate fighting. Didn’t mean to make you upset.”

Your sweet boy. His heart was too big for his body, you could feel the slight tremble of his body against yours and you could only give him a smile. “I know, Hyune,” you flicked his forehead before leaning down to plant a kiss on it. “You never mean to make me upset, I know that. I’m sorry, too.”

han isolates until you offer some sweets

“Where is he?” you sigh sadly, arms aching as the plastic bags you carried were starting to weigh them down. Hyunjin jumped up to take them from your arms, setting them on the counter and shooting you a sorry look. He must’ve heard the yelling last night, it would’ve been hard to miss, honestly

“He’s holed up in his room,” Hyunjin pointed a finger towards his room before rummaging through the bags. “Oh, you’ll win him back with all of this, that’s for sure,” He clapped excitedly before sneaking a bag of gummies and running off to his room. “Good luck!”

Picking up the bags again, you mentally prepared yourself. The fight was normal, couples argue from time to time of course, but seeing Jisung so defeated would break anyone’s heart. You used that as motivation to burst through the door, not surprised to find a curled up lump under the comforter

You leaped up and splayed yourself over his body, hugging him over the blankets and letting your presence be known before standing up to spill the snacks out of the grocery bags. A fluffy brown head of hair peeked out to witness the mess, eyes brightening up at the sight of all of the treats

“Forgive me?” You asked with your arms wide open, delighted to be scooped up just seconds later and tugged under his covers

felix is heartbroken and the members are begging for forgiveness

Days have passed since the two of you got into a disagreement, mutually deciding that time apart was best. Of course it wasn’t much of their business, but the boys at the dorm felt almost as if they were apart of the disagreement as well when they saw Felix. It was hard to watch, their usual bundle of joy and love slumping around in his pajama pants

Your phone rang as you were on your way to pick something up and you were shocked to see Seungmin calling you up. As soon as you accepted the call, pleas from all 3 of the cuties dorm residents were in your ear, whining and begging you to come back

“I’ve never seen him so upset,” Jeongin cried out jokingly, you could picture him clutching at his chest and falling to the floor. “It’s been days, don’t you miss us too? This family is falling apart! Get over here!”

These boys. You let out a drawn out sigh into the receiver before accepting their invite, turning on your heels and walking over to the dorm. You admittedly had missed Felix, the argument was petty and it felt like it was so long ago that it didn’t even matter anymore

Arms wrapped around you the second you step foot into the building, soft hands massaging the back of your neck and you melted instantly into the familiar touch. “You’re too sweet for your own good,” you laughed into his shoulder, watching the other three members giving you thumbs up in the kitchen

seungmin will not tolerate the silent treatment

To be clear, if it were a more serious situation, Seungmin’s approach would be a lot different than this but the topic at hand that made you annoyed was the fact that he accidentally lost you in the mall. It had been a busier day and he swore that you were just at his side as he was looking at shoes but suddenly, you were gone

He found you sitting on a bench outside of a store, pouting to yourself after you had tried to find him for several minutes. He hadn’t answered his phone so you just decided to let him find you himself

When he did, he laughed harder than he ever has before, eyes squeezed shut as he wrapped a lanky arm around your shoulder. “You gotta understand!” He held your face in his hands as you pretended to be mad, turning your face away. “I seriously thought you were right beside me!”

Fake glares were shot his way and you decided to just stay quiet, getting up and taking his hand to lead him to the food court. “This never works on me and you know that,” he whined before pulling out his wallet. “I’ll get you whatever you want, but you can’t stay silent on me.”

“Learn to answer your phone when it rings, Kim Seungmin,” you grumbled as you pulled him into the line of the ice cream place. “I want two scoops this time.”

jeongin doesn’t have the heart to shut you out completely

Honestly, it was your first argument as a couple and he really just did not know how to handle it. Usually he just needs to have time to himself to calm down, but he can’t sit here comfortably without you. God, when had he become so cringe?

Just looking around in his phone and room were constant reminders of you. You were everywhere, his space had became your space as well

There were the pictures, the old texts that you two sent when you were planning your most recent date, the videos that you had taken on his phone while he was getting hair and makeup done. He could see the sleeve of one of your favorite hoodies poking out of his closet and the gum wrapper you forgot to trash was sitting on his desk

Defeat. This was utter defeat. Jeongin picked up his phone, fingers quick to find your contact and ring you up, letting out a breath once you answered. “Come over,” he let out a small laugh, unsure if he’s doing this right. “I know I literally told you that I wanted space minutes ago but that was enough.”

You bit back a smile on the other side of the phone, heart pounding in your chest at how cute he was. It would really probably destroy Jeongin to be mad at you

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skzpvol · 16 days

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Married han x reader daily drama😭❤️ how han and reader got married but its chaos

sorry this took forever!!! here you go 😊💕

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skzpvol · 16 days

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ECLIPSE ON SATURN.

1.5k words and a whole lot of fluff.

“Come on, we’re gonna miss it!”

“Oh calm down,” you laughed as your friend pulled you along to your university’s courtyard. “I don’t see why this eclipse thing is such a big deal anyways.”

Han turned to you, gummy smile exposed and a light in his eyes that was so bright you could see the universe in them. He had been boasting about the whole eclipse thing all morning. He had even made sure to get you both those cardboard glasses with special lenses just so you could properly see it. All that came out of his mouth was eclipse this, eclipse that. You had no idea where this sudden infatuation had come from. But when he looked at you like this, there was no reason to question it.

“Hey,” he shrugged, “it got us out of class so I’m not complaining.”

The both of you walked hand in hand until you reached the center of the courtyard. It seemed as if everyone had gotten the memo that the best place to see the sun and moon overlap would be at the heart of the university, as almost half the school was there as well.

Han looked around until he spotted the guys and waved to them before dragging you over to the fountain that sat in the center of the yard. You asked him why you both weren’t sitting with them, and he just simply replied that where they wanted to be for the eclipse wouldn’t be as magical as where you guys were.

It was strange, very strange.

But then again, this was Han Jisung. Your best friend who you knew always wanted to make his experiences memorable. And seeing as the next eclipse probably wouldn’t even be happening until you were both merely in your forties, it sort of made sense why he was acting weird.

He wanted the moment to be magical. But little did you know, he wanted the moment to be magical for you more than anything.

The two of you sat there at the edge of the fountain as Han vigorously bounced his leg impatiently. You let out a chuckle upon noticing how anxious he was. It was a big contrast to your surroundings.

The small murmurs of people around you, the rushing water of the fountain, the light sound of the trees shaking because of the wind…

Someone had even pulled out their bluetooth speaker and was playing music so mellow it could practically put someone to sleep.

And through all of that, there was Jisung; staring up at the sky and practically vibrating throughout his entire body in a fit of self-inflicted anxiety.

His hand lay against the concrete of the fountain, gripping onto it for dear life. You placed your hand atop his, smiling at his immediate reaction of rubbing his thumb over yours without even looking at you.

“Jisung,” you stated, causing him to flinch before snapping his head in your direction.

His pupils were dilated to their fullest extent and his signature confused pout sat atop his lips. He was so pretty you thought you might die if he looked at you like that any longer then a few seconds.

“Ji, calm down. It’s just an eclipse. It’s not that big of a deal.”

“Maybe not for you,” he leaned forward for emphasis, “but I slept through the last eclipse. I was like, what, seventeen then? I can’t miss it again.”

His hair started to move with the wind and you watched as his long, curly strands wisped across his eyes. You reached over and tucked a strand or two behind his ear. He prayed you couldn’t see how red they were.

“You always look so cute when you’re excited,” you said looking into the boba pearls staring back at you. “Your eyes always get so big.”

He grinned, widening his eyes and bringing his face even closer to yours. You shied away, playfully pushing him away in the process. His eyes crinkled as his smile reached his eyes.

“Your eyes are pretty cute sometimes too.”

“Why thank you,” blush began to slowly creep its way onto your cheeks as you tried to continue joking around. “My parents worked really hard to create this beauty.”

You watched your friend roll his eyes, but the grin he had never left his face.

At this point, Jisung’s shaking had stopped as all his focus was suddenly on you.

And how your hand was still on his.

A brief silence fell between the both of you that felt like lightyears despite it only being a few seconds. There was a sort of tension there. You could feel it. Jisung could definitely feel it. And neither of you wanted to let it linger away.

So, Jisung spoke.

“You know, a lot of people use the eclipse as a way to symbolize new beginnings.”

“Is that so?” you asked.

He nodded.

“Yeah. It’s kind of like… whatever happens in the dark will become beautiful in the light. A lot of secrets are revealed in rare moments like that.”

“Oh yeah?” You turned to face him, smirking. “What are you trying to say then, hm? Are you hiding any secrets from me Jisung?”

He sat there, looking at you as if he wanted to say something but couldn’t. And the moment he opened his mouth to speak, it appeared it was time.

“IT'S HAPPENING!” You could hear someone yell, and the entire courtyard went silent.

All you could hear for a brief moment were the trees, the water, and the beginning of a twinkly instrumental starting to play.

… if there's another universe, please make some noise…

Han’s gaze was still glued to you for a good second before the panic began to set in for him again when he realized neither of you had your eclipse glasses in hand.

“Shit,” he swore under his breath, attempting to reach into his back pocket to grab them but failing.

As he reached back, he seemed to lose balance and almost fall into the fountain. In an effort to not completely embarrass himself, he used all his willpower to force his body forward. He fell onto the pavement instead this way, which in his eyes was better than having to walk back to his dorm drenched from head to toe.

You felt bad for laughing, but stuff like this was pretty much the norm for your friend. Which is why when Jisung turned back to you, this time viewing from a lower perspective as he was on bended knee in front of you, he couldn’t be mad. He just joined you in your laughter and apologized for being a clutz.

… sick of this head of mine, intrusive thoughts, they paralyze…

He looked up at you, pulling out a pair of glasses from his pocket and unfolding them. His hands held the cardboard temples as he slowly reached upward to put them on you. But midway through, the thought of hiding your beautiful orbs seemed foreign to him and all he could do was stare into them. It was like staring into the sun but not being able to look away because the colors burning into his retinas were too beautiful.

You were too beautiful.

His hands dropped and the both of you were once again in silence. The thoughts in his mind were going in different directions, appearing and disappearing into a void lost by your beauty like every word in his mind was levitating in an ethereal plane.

The moon had begun its mission of hiding the sun, but he couldn’t do his mission hiding his.

… life's better on Saturn, got to break this pattern of floating away…

“Jisung?” You asked, both a feeling of confusion and slight lust washing over you as the slow approaching darkness began to fill your peripheral view. “You okay? Is something wrong?”

Han shook his head no, but he still couldn’t speak. And then, as if something had taken over his body, he began to lean into you.

You watched for a moment, contemplating if what was happening was really happening.

But it was.

And not long after did you find yourself leaning in as well.

Your palm found Jisung’s jaw as you began to rub small circles against his cheek. One of his hands found your waist and began pulling you further down towards him. Your fingertips traveled upward through his curly locks as the sky completely turned dark and a sigh escaped Han as your lips collided. You couldn't help but grin through it.

This wasn’t how he was intending to expose his feelings for you. Hell, he had been losing his shit all day trying to figure out how he would ask you out. He wanted to give you a whole speech comparing the moon and sun to you both, pouring his soul out until it lay helplessly in your hands hoping for reciprocation in return. But this was better. Way better.

Han didn’t get to look at the eclipse that day, but he got something even greater. From that day on, he would write songs and tell people about how the two of you finally got together. And he would use the same wording almost every time.

“The day the sun and moon collided, so did we.”

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skzpvol · 17 days

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you have no idea how this made me feel, like??? I’m Italian AND YOU PUT MY ULT BIAS AS THE ONE WITH AN ITALIAN PARTNER??? YOU WANT ME DEAD???

Texting bf!skz in your native language🌏💌

NOT my original idea just one I really loved, I actually saw something like this floating around here a while back but I unfortunately do not remember on whose op blog it was posted first. All credits go to them💫

ps brace yourself for some extreme fluff and sappyness (is that a word)

🖤hyung line🖤

🖤maknae line🖤

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THAT'S NOT MY NEIGHBOR!

Part 1

It's been a few weeks since your neighbor came over for dinner. You try to get ahold of him but there are no signs of him or that pizza combo he owes you. That's until you notice that he's been bringing someone over. Who is keeping Jisung company at the odd hours of the night? Will this change anything between you?

neighbor!HanJisung x gn!reader genre 𓋰 Crack, Fluff warnings 𓋰 MDNI (Implied Suggestive event), Cursing word count 𓋰 2.8k

DAY 1

Ever since that night when your neighbor joined you for dinner, you hadn’t seen or heard from him from then on. Jisung was all of a sudden quiet at night and no longer played music in the midst of the night. No hums or indirect lullabies. It was oddly silent.

You questioned whether it was something you said that day of your sudden dinner or maybe he no longer needed help around his apartment. But honestly, you were really looking forward to spending another dinner with him (And even getting those stupid calls on the intercom about how he doesn’t know how to use things!). You have to admit, he was good company.

You sat on your bed with your head against the headboard as your laptop illuminated your room. These past couple of days were hard and had you up at the oddest hours of the night. You felt lost in your career, not sure if this was for you or maybe it was just time to let go of this job and find something new. It was like this, day after day.

Your hands hovered over the keyboard as if you knew what you were going to write. Thought after thought, nothing came.

DOOG DOOG DOOG

“W-what the fuck was that?!” You whisper-yell. You cautiously got up and threw off your laptop. The first thing you searched for was the baseball bat that your previous neighbor gave you. You tiptoed your way out of your bedroom and moved towards the sound. (Now, you’re probably thinking “Who the fuck goes towards the sound!?” You. You do.)

DOOG DOOG DOOG

Someone is banging on the front door…Who’s out here at 3AM making all this sound?!

Thank the heavens above for the intercom system in your home because you swiftly go for it. Your hands shake trying to access the camera.

A figure appears on the screen. The person is unrecognizable. Their build was stocky yet they were shorter than Jisung as you remember the last time he bothered you on the intercome. It just couldn’t have been him. They were wearing a black jacket with the hood up and black face mask too. Who does this person think they are? A robber or an idol trying to do some sneaky business?

It was only for a quick second that you were able to see what they looked like. You watched as they got closer to the door and reached their arm out to the door again.

“HEY! I CALLED SECURITY! IF YOU DO THAT ONE MORE TIME, I’LL SWING ON YOU!”

You yelled through the intercom but you know that this person could hear you loud and clear on the other side of the door. The person then bolts out of fear.

Now that the person ran off, you weren’t sure if you wanted to 1. Possibly wake Jisung up and tell him about the suspicious person but risk bumping into the mysterious person or 2. Try to go back to work.

I don’t want to risk getting hurt!

Looks like it’s staying inside in the comfort of your own home and baseball bat…

DAY 2

“There was a person who was pounding on my door last night. Do you know anything about someone coming in around 2-3AM?”

“I can't tell you because of our policy. Sorry”

You let out a frustrated sigh. It was unsettling to know that there is someone coming inside the building, pounding on doors at the latest hours of the night. It didn’t help that the security and doormen couldn’t say anything about it because it’s ‘pOlIcY’. Policy, my ass!

“Thanks anyway. Stay safe”

“Will do. We’ll make sure everyone gets to their home safely”

You walk over to the elevators and press the button to the 8th floor. As you looked up at the numbers changing from each floor, you began to wish that Jisung would need something. To be honest, you got it under control if that person did try to come in. You were ready. But it doesn’t change the fact that it was scary.

Living alone is scary.

The elevator dinged and opened its doors. You didn’t immediately step out of the small elevator. Instead, you cautiously looked around the hallway and made a run for it. You can’t take any chances.

As you approach your door, you notice a small blue sticky note on your door. You quickly unlock your door then take off the sticky note to read safely inside. You shut the door and locked it before reading it.

“Hey Y/n!

I overheard that the security is looking for some suspicious people... Scary right? But don’t be scared. I might not be home when you arrive because I started working a lot but I’ll have my phone on me so don’t hesitate to call or text me if anything happens. I’ll be there to fight any bad guys!

This is my number xxx xxx xxxx

Stay safe,

Han Jisung (Your neighbor)

P.s: I still owe you that pizza combo. Don’t worry, I still remember. I’ll get you it. Promise :)”

You breathe deeply. It was so comforting that Jisung knew about this. He even provided his phone number in case you needed back up. You hope that the combo comes sooner than another possible burglar encounter though...

THE FOLLOWING NIGHT...

DOOG DOOG DOOG

You jumped at the sudden noise that brought you out of your sleep. You have heard this sound before. Your heart begins to pump adrenaline as you realize that it was the same pounding rhythm you heard last night.

You rub your eyes and quickly get out of bed. The pounding continued but as you walked into the living room, you noticed that it wasn't your door. Was it Jisung's?

DOOG DOOG DOOG

You moved cautiously toward the intercom camera. Turning it on, your eyes widen.

A person stood at Jisung’s door. Their face was completely covered by the large, black, baggy hoodie they wore. Is this the same person from last night?!

Your hands shook, tapping the buttons on the screen vigorously. Your finger hovered over the security button that would notify security staff downstairs. But suddenly, Jisung’s door swings wide open. His face was dark by the shadows of his home but you could see that he was looking around in the hallway before pulling the person inside in a hurry. After the person was dragged inside, Jisung looked up and down the hallway once more before shutting the door with a slam.

Who even was that?! What are they doing at this time of day? Is Jisung doing something sketchy?

You were so confused that at 3AM, someone would come to Jisung’s home. Plus, who looks around that much before bringing someone into their home? This had to be bad.

You chose not to notify security because maybe this is something that you shouldn't be meddling in. Afterall, Jisung is just your new neighbor.

As the adrenaline dies down, you walk slowly into your bedroom. You feel exhausted at the scare so you flop onto your bed. But your head shoots upwards at the sound of faint giggling. Were you going crazy? Is this the after effects of adrenaline?

You ponder in your head whether or not to hear just a little bit of what is going on. It's in good faith because you just want to make sure he's safe. The little voices in your head debated:

Don’t do it, Y/n! You’re gonna be scarred by what you hear!

It’s okay! Listen and see if Jisung is okay and not in danger!

But of course, curiosity is best when it no longer exists. You slip on your house slippers and stand by the wall near your bed. Your ear meets the wall and it is cold to the touch. You hold your breath so you could hear better.

“Hyuuuunuuung!” A young man’s voice whined followed with Jisung’s chuckle.

You bounced off the wall upon hearing the voice. You felt a bit disturbed that you may or may not have intruded on Jisung’s…personal time. You grabbed your blankets and tossed them onto your couch. It was best to keep Jisung and this person alone.

DAY 3

Although you could still hear faint giggling and chatting throughout the night, it was somehow comforting. You recall that Jisung told you that his friends were too busy to visit him. But at least last night, he was able to finally have company. Sure it was a bit awkward that you may have listened on to something that you weren’t supposed to. You were just happy that he had someone.

Your eyes were shut even though you were awake. At last, it was the weekend where you could rest a bit more. However, a repetitive noise blared through the walls of your bedroom and permeated through the living room where you were still laying.

EEP EEP EEP EEP EEP EEP. It went off.

You continued to close your eyes, trying to block out the alarm by yourself.

EEP EEP EEP EEP EEP EEP

You shuffled in your spot on the couch. You grabbed a pillow and put it over your head to block out the noise. How can his alarm be this loud? You thought the alarm was over but it went off again at 7:15.

EEP EEP EEP EEP EEP EEP

“Fuck this guy’s new job…” You whined, throwing the pillows and blankets off of you. You laid on your back and stared at the ceiling. You were sulking that you could not sleep in by this loud ass alarm blaring through the walls. Seriously though… who needs such a loud alarm to wake up?!

EEP EEP EEP—

“JISUNG! SHUT OFF YOUR ALARM!!” And that was your last straw.

You jumped up from the couch, slipped your feet into your slippers and headed out the front door. You pounded on his front door without stopping. “JISUNG! WAKE UP!”

You continue knocking until you hear the sounds of the locks being undone. The door slowly opens and you begin your tirade.

“Jisung, your alarms are so louu—OH MY GOD! You… are not my neighbor?— I am so sorry!” A blond boy in a black hoodie looks at you in a tired daze. So this is the mysterious person at your door a while back? Oh my god… Your jaw drops at the sight of someone other than Jisung. You bow profusely at him but he only smiles.

“That’s okay! It was my alarm. I am so sorry for waking you”

“Don’t be! I shouldn’t have come up like that”

You smile awkwardly at the boy. He stands still in the doorway, rubbing away the exhaustion from his eyes. You turned around to go home and scream into your pillow from embarrassment but the boy stopped you in your tracks.

“Wait! A-are you Y/n by chance?”

“Uhh…yes?”

“OH! Nice to meet you! I’m Felix, Jisung’s friend. He talks about you a lot, y’know?”

“Oh?”

“OH NO– NOT IN A BAD WAY! He actually li—”

“Y/n?! Felix?!!”

You and Felix looked down the hall where Jisung stood. He was frozen in the middle of the hallway with 2 bags in his hands. “WHATEVER HE SAID IT’S NOT TRUE! DON’T LISTEN TO HIM!”

As Jisung marches towards the two of you, you notice a figure behind him. “JISUNG! BEHIND YOU!” You rush over to Jisung and put yourself in front of him. Jisung stumbles backward and leans over your shoulder.

“YOUUUU! YOU’RE THE ONE WHO TRIED TO BREAK INTO MY APARTMENT THE OTHER DAY, HUH?!”

“I WASN’T TRYING TO?!?”

“OH SO YOU’RE ADMITTING THAT YOU WERE TRYING TO BREAK INTO SOMEONE’S APARTMENT?”

“WHA-WHAT? NO! I WAS TRYING TO FIND JISUNG’S APARTMENT?”

“JISUNG’S? WHY?”

“HE’S MY FRIEND?!”

Jisung’s hands lay on both sides of your shoulders. He leans down to your ear and whispers,

“Is this the guy that security is worried about?”

“Maybe?! If it’s not Felix then who’s that?”

“Y/n, you scared off my friend, Changbin. Oh my god I have to tell the hyungs about this...”

Changbin grumpily pulls down his mask and hood. His features were so cute. How could someone with such a dark aura and stocky build be so cute?

“I am so sorry, Changbin. I seriously thought you were trying to break into my home”

“No no…It’s his fault for not telling me what number his apartment was” Changbin mutters while snatching the bags from Jisung’s hands. “You brat!” Felix moves to the side letting the frustrated boy in. Felix also closes the door, leaving you and Jisung alone.

“How ‘bout you join us for breakfast? I think I should make it up to you for the scare”

“Ehhh… I don’t think that’s a good idea. I accidentally yelled at Felix this morning because of his alarm because I thought it was you and then I chased off Changbin— Yeah, I don’t think I want to interrupt. I already messed up a lot this morning. I became that neighbor…”

Jisung leaned on his door and gave you a comforting smile. “It’s fine, Y/n. Maybe instead of fixing my sink again, you can fix the ‘bad blood’ between you and my friends. Just come join us”

“YEAH COME JOIN US!” Felix chines through the door. But a loud thud follows, presumably being swatted by Changbin. “Owww”

“I don’t know about this, Jisung”

“It’s alright, I promise”

“With you and Felix! What about Changbin? I threatened to hit him with my bat and accused him of burglary!”

Jisung laughs and reaches for the doorknob. “So? He probably deserved it. Come inside”

Jisung and Felix gladly welcomed you into the apartment. Changbin already set up plates and ran off into the kitchen after handing you yours. Felix sat next to you as you guys waited for Changbin and Jisung to finish cooking. You two ended up just talking about Jisung and the antics he has.

“Sooooo~Y/n! How do you feel about Jisung?”

“What about him?”

“What do you think? Like is he nice? Handsome? Stupid? Or maybe…boyfriend material?”

“Who’s asking? You? You can have him and his problems with his apartment”

“Oh so he’s that bad…”

“Actually I kind of missed it. Getting random knocks at my door, I mean”

“Oooo~! Okay so do you li—”

“Yongbok, leave Y/n alone. They already had enough scares for today” Jisung interjects, balancing several plates on his arms.

“Awww! Fine”

You were surprised that the boys ate in near silence. Not even Felix spoke up. You continued to eat as you were a slower eater but it felt that something was watching you. Everytime you looked up, Changbin would look to the ceiling. Felix and Changbin were so obvious that they had something to say about you. Surprisingly, Jisung didn’t even notice their stupid gazes and giggles.

“Is there something you need?” You chimed though you were still chewing on something. Jisung looks at you worriedly and then looks at Changbin who is trying to hide a smirk.

“Nothing” He replies nonchalantly. Felix kicks him under the table and his eyes pleads with Jisung.

“Guys” Jisung warns, “Don’t—say anything. Please”

“What?! This is Y/n! The Y/n you keep talking about!”

Jisung sighs and covers his face in his hands. Although his face is hidden, you can tell his ears have turned red. “Changbin, Felix. How about you guys go through my files and find the songs I showed you guys last night? Go and edit it for me”

Changbin whined while Felix pulled his arm towards the hallway that led to his bedroom. Jisung watched as they left, waiting for the door to close before he could speak up.

“I’m sorry. I don’t know why they’re acting like that today”

“Are you okay? You seem a bit—embarrassed?”

Jisung forces a toothy smile. “What makes you say that?”

“Respectfully, I think I heard things I wasn’t supposed to and maybe they were bringing it up?”

“NO WAY! YOU HEARD THE SONGS I WROTE?”

“What?! No! I–How do I say this…I think I heard you and Felix—...doing things?”

“Y/n. Please be serious. Don’t lie if you heard the songs. I cannot have you listen to these songs”

“I didn’t! I just heard Felix making noises”

“Was it ‘HYUUUUUNNG’ because if it was, Felix was just being emotional while listening to the songs I wrote. You’ll hear it if they actually find the files”

“OH GOOD! I thought for a moment that I was overhearing something that I should not be hearing”

Jisung giggles then sighs out of relief. You can tell that whatever he was trying to hide was safe. It was relieving. He put his hand on his heart and gave it a rub.

“The songs aren’t done or anything. I’d like to have you listen to it someday. That's why it worried me”

You gave a nod then stood up. “Glad that things have cleared up between us. But before I leave, I don’t see you that often anymore. Got things figured out at home?”

Jisung clicks his tongue and looks up to think. “Hmmm… Yeah! For now at least. I got a great neighbor that told me everything I needed to know”

“Hm. Thank you for breakfast, Jisung. You know where to find me if something comes up”

Jisung walks alongside you as you guys walk towards his front door. He opens it first, keeping it open with his body but allowing you to walk through it. You unlock your door and walk inside. Before you were gonna close it, Jisung calls out to you.

“Hey Y/n?”

“Yeah?”

“About that pizza combo… I still owe you” Jisung teeters on his feet.

“Oh- It’s fine! This breakfast can make up for it”

“Wait- No! This doesn’t count”

“Okay? Well…You can just send the combo to my place. I know you’re busy these days”

“Y/n. I-I mean…I want to take you somewhere nice”

“...For my pizza combo?”

“No? U-unless you want to? I just…I’d really like to take you out somewhere nicer. Y’know… Just you and me?”

As much as you tried to hold it back, a big smile appeared on your face. “Like a date or something?”

“Uhhh… Yeah…! Yes!”

You look down at your feet then back at him. His eyes are focused on you even though his whole body seems tense.

“I’d love to”

Author's ending note 𓋰 Who knew that love would waft so quickly through floor 8?! Thanks to Felix and Changbin, Jisung kind of confessed by embarrassment. I mean would you want those two to tell you that Jisung likes you or... Jisung's just happy, okay? Wonder what part 3 will bring...

tags: @yongbokkiesworld

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