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jinxhallows · 7 months

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kinktober #oo3 | my turn

KINKTOBER 2023 || jinxhallows my turn (role reversal) || jisung x fem!reader summary: you have the coolest partner in the world, the literal rockstar Jisung of the band Eternal, and the best part? you knew he was one before the rest of the world found out. you two met over a shared love of music, and you let your dreams fall to the wayside to support his. but when jisung hears you with his band for the first time, the roles are reversed, and he becomes your biggest fan. warnings: rather fluffy for kinktober, plot heavy, pet names, established relationship, non-kpop idol AU.

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You’re a supportive girlfriend, so it's your job to be the one front and center when your boyfriend performs at festivals, waving a big sign around like an average fan, despite the badge hanging from your neck indicating you were very much not an average fan, and had full and complete access to the artist. Jisung is undoubtedly a rockstar, the charismatic lead guitarist and vocalist of the alternative rock sensation, Eternal. Following the blazing success of their recent single on the radio, their demand has skyrocketed, securing them bookings at renowned festivals with extensive media coverage. But your unwavering enthusiasm for Jisung's music dates back to the days when it was just him and his band in a rented-out rehearsal room inside an old warehouse in your hometown. There, you'd watch him perform, feeling your heart swell with pride and admiration as he poured his soul into his music, singing about his tumultuous past.

In the last two of your five-year relationship, Jisung has been urging you to step into the limelight with your own unique voice. He's convinced that your vocals have a distinctive quality, a gritty edge that perfectly complements grunge and rock music. However, you've hesitated, recalling your past as a pop artist that didn't quite take off. You're afraid of experiencing the heartbreak of the music industry all over again.

It's been easier to live vicariously through Jisung's success, still being close to the music scene that makes you feel alive. Your dreams haven't faded entirely, but for now, they simmer on the backburner.

After a year of pestering you, Jisung manages to convince you to get on the microphone after you two have shared a few beers and a couple of shots in between runs of his set at rehearsal. You’re barely walking, and he’s pushing you while you make an effort to lean back against him, half fighting and stumbling your way up. Giving him a sideways glance, he winks at you and turns to his rack of three guitars. He selects his vintage strat, slides the leather strap over his head, taps his foot on his pedalboard with a dozen pedals, exchanges nods with his drummer and bassist, and begins strumming chords.

As the chords fill the air, they feel almost deliciously right, which is no surprise. Jisung knows your musical tastes well—Nirvana, Alice in Chains, Staind, 3 Doors Down, Nickelback—and he's giving you something distinctly different from his usual style, something that resonates with your soul. You close your eyes, furrowing your brow in concentration as you sway to the chords. Then, you open your mouth, and the words flow effortlessly: My anxiety, It just ain’t been getting down with your sobriety As the words leave your lips, you're pleasantly surprised at how good they sound, both vocally and lyrically.

Jisung signals the band to continue with a circular motion of his finger. He adjusts his playing to complement your voice, encouraging you to keep going.

Closing your eyes once more, you raise the microphone to your lips:

My anxiety, It just ain't been getting down with your sobriety And I can tell how things are changin’ cause you’re just like me. The next set of words come to you within seconds. And I’m gonna take you to that place where you don’t wanna be, don’t gotta be. You hear that familiar switch and whirr of the high pitched amp as Jisung switches pedals again, the sound harder, with more overdrive. His strumming pattern has changed, and it makes you feel like a chorus should come out naturally. Take me out onto the wide and open roads, I’m just waiting for you to tell me when to go. We can take it slow, I don’t have to know. But I can’t promise that you’ll find your way back home. You're completely immersed in the world of your lyrics, lost in the music until you hear Jisung's whistle followed by hearty laughter as the band comes to a stop.

Jisung steps on a pedal, deactivating the overdrive, and asks, "Holy shit, did you write that, y/n?"

You shrug, "No, it just came out—the way you were playing, that's just what came out."

He widens his eyes, brows raising in surprise. "Wait, you mean to tell me you came up with that off the top of your head?"

You look at him, puzzled. "Jisung, we do this at home all the time. We freestyle together when we're drunk. I used to be a musician. Is this new information?"

He clicks his tongue, narrowing his eyes. "Don't be a smartass. You know I've never heard you with a live band. When we freestyle when we're drunk, you don't come up with stuff like that. That was... poetry."

Jisung steps back and adjusts his pedals, strumming lightly. "Do the same thing, but Troy, hold out that E string through the first eight bars."

And so, your very first alternative rock song, 'Home,' was born during an organic jam session. It was so impressive that Jisung funded its professional recording in a studio and helped you release it as a single, under his publishing.

You landed 68k streams in the first week. People were hungry for more. The band lent their full support as you embarked on your first major project, a small EP comprising eight remarkable songs. The pinnacle of your excitement came when you received news that you were invited to perform at none other than the prestigious Coachella festival.

Your excitement matched the enthusiasm radiating from Jisung. He couldn't contain his joy, and as the news broke, he screamed, hugging you tightly and even jumping up and down with sheer delight. When he finally released you from the hug, his eyes sparkled with genuine excitement as he looked into your eyes. "I get to be your groupie now," he exclaimed. & Jisung meant that shit. He purposefully schedules a leg of his tour to leave that night open so he can be free to attend and play for your performance, instead of the hired gun guitarist that takes his place when he has to prioritize his own band. He’s headlining a top venue in the city the next night, but tonight is all about you. But for tonight, Jisung is your guitarist, so he can’t wave a sign in the crowd for you like you do for him, so he gets a little creative. As the band began playing the intro to your song, the stage lights transform into a dim, muted blue, and you gaze out at the vast, massive crowd before you. It is undoubtedly the largest audience you have ever performed for in your career.

Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed Jisung stepping up to his microphone, still strumming his guitar. "Tonight is special to me, to be playing for Y/N, really, it's an honor," he announced, causing you to cover your mouth and nose with your hands, concealing your wide smile as the crowd erupted in cheers, urging him to continue.

"I am her biggest fan, and it sucks that I can't be in the audience, watching you do your thing from their point of view," Jisung continued with effortless stage presence. Laughter and whoops filled the air as he spoke, still strumming his guitar. "You guys are some lucky motherfuckers." His stage presence is effortless as the crowd reacts with laughter and whoops. He’s still playing, the band perfectly vamping the song in the background as he points to the front row, “So I gathered some fans to help me out tonight.” Before your very eyes, signs go up one by one across the front. M A R R Y M E ? You take a step back, your eyes widen as you squint to see. The crowd's deafening roar and the giant screen above capture the moment, alternating between the sign and your bewildered expression. It's a surprise you could never predict.

"Jisung—" you begin to exclaim, but your voice breaks into sobs as he embraces you tightly. The band briefly pauses, and the crowd's cheers grow louder.

"It's okay, baby," Jisung reassures you, laughing as adrenaline courses through him. He rocks you from side to side, and then, he pulls out a box from his back pocket, dropping to one knee. With tears in his eyes, he opens the box to reveal a stunning ruby ring surrounded by diamonds on a gold band. He wipes his cheeks, trying to maintain composure as emotions overwhelm him.

Your shocked reaction, a mixture of surprise and joy, draws raucous laughter from the audience. You hadn't expected him to propose right then, and you had no idea he had a ring. You don't even know any of this has been planned. As you say yes, barely above a whisper, you nod and let him slip the ring onto your finger. It rests perfectly between the silver carved wolf ring on your pinky and the owl eyes ring on your middle finger, with turquoise stones set into the irises. It's a ring that proves he knows you well and listens to the things you love and want. You hadn’t mentioned wanting a ruby engagement ring since you first started dating and it came up randomly when you two were at a mall together and happened to pass them by.

- “Do you like this one?” Jisung asked. “Nah, too traditional. I love rubies. I’d love a ruby one.”

- Now, you shiver with emotion, looking down at the ring and sniffing as he stands up to kiss you. It's a brief kiss, but you know there's more to come later. He steps back, never taking his eyes off you, and the introduction to your song begins once again.

Through your tears, you laugh. "Now I have to sing the song, asshole," you tease.

Jisung chuckles with the crowd and leans over to quip into the microphone, "Yeah, but you got this, rockstar."

As you prepare to start singing, the crowd's voices join in unison, singing the opening phrases with you:

"My anxiety..."

You feel a surge of happiness and gratitude as you close your eyes and sing the lyrics, your voice soaring as the song reaches its climax and descends gracefully, like a plane landing smoothly. The audience erupts in applause, and soon after, you find yourself in the dressing room. You're sweaty, makeup smudged from tears, but you're buzzing with excitement. Your heart races, and it feels like a fluttering butterfly has replaced it, its wings sending a rush of blood through your veins.

Your team rushes in, surrounding you in a massive group hug. Some of them hold bouquets of flowers, and your manager pops a bottle of champagne, filling flutes for everyone in the room.

"Attention, everyone, I need to make a toast," your manager announces, raising her glass above the chatter. The room hushes. "To new beginnings!" she declares, and everyone cheers, clinking their glasses together. You raise your glass from where you sit on a makeup table, taking a sip as the room bursts into conversation again.

Suddenly, the door swings open, and Jisung walks in, greeted by more whoops and cheers. He's visibly exhausted from his set and the emotional rollercoaster of the night, but Jisung plays along, accepting the enthusiastic welcome as he makes his way over to you.

"Han Jisung!" you exclaim, shaking your head as he wraps you in a warm embrace. Your legs wrap around his waist as he hugs you tightly, planting a kiss on your lips and looking into your eyes.

"It sounds even better now that it's gonna be your last name," he says with a grin.

"Let's take this to the afterparty!" your drummer yells, and everyone starts gathering their belongings, excitedly agreeing.

"Leo, we're playing Thunder Eagle tomorrow, don't get too messed up, man," Jisung says over his shoulder, calling out your shared drummer, who rolls his eyes. “I’ll be cool Jay.” “I’m serious.” "I'll make sure they behave," Jisung's manager chimes in, patting Leo on the back and pointing towards the door, silently advising him not to argue tonight.

Jisung is a Virgo, a perfectionist, and he wants his set to be flawless, even if it never quite reaches his impossible standards. She reassured him that everything would go according to plan so he could enjoy his proposal night.

"Thank you, Rina," Jisung says.

Rina nods. "Meet us back at the hotel. We need to go over tomorrow's itinerary."

She knows Jisung has no interest in afterparties, especially not tonight. His social battery is drained as well.

After Rina leaves, the steel door slowly closes behind her, and you and Jisung let out synchronized sighs, followed by shared laughter. Those sighs communicate everything you both feel—the relief of finally being alone.

"Wow, I can't believe I got backstage with Y/N," Jisung teases, his eyes playfully wide.

"Got past security and everything, huh? You must've really wanted to meet me," you playfully comment.

"Of course," Jisung responds, placing his hands on both sides of your face and looking into your eyes. "I told you, I'm your biggest fan."

And then, Jisung kisses you for real this time, like he means every bit of it. Your head tilts to follow the rhythm of his tongue as it rolls over yours, and you give him a forceful shove backward as you hop down from the countertop. He stumbles back a few steps while you push his leather jacket off his shoulders. Eventually, he lands on the black futon, looking up at you with a crooked grin as you straddle him. Your knees sink into the leather, and you can feel just how aroused he is when you lower yourself against him. Both of you are still clothed, and you rest your arms on his shoulders, your breasts grazing against his chin as you start grinding in his lap.

"You're my biggest fan, Jisung?" you inquire, your voice low and teasing.

"I am," he confirms, his eyes lifting from your chest to meet yours as he answers your question. His arms wrap around your waist, pulling you down firmer onto his lap.

You lean in close, murmuring in his ear, "Wanna be my groupie?"

"Mhm, I do, I do," Jisung breathes, his hands gripping your ass.

But then, you stop, lifting yourself up slightly. “Let me fuck you then.” you say with a firm grasp of his erection. You stroke him a couple of times through his jeans, your lips hovering over his. You watch his expressions, the way his eyes cross, and his lids flutter, his vision blurred by the shockwaves your touch is sending throughout his body. "Y-Yeah?" Jisung stammers, a reply that makes you both laugh, briefly breaking the intensity of the passion between you. How can you still have this effect on him? Jisung melts under your heat, and he always will. “Take your dick out, I need to spell it out for you?” You grant him a bit more space, allowing him to lift his hips and deftly slide out of his jeans. His brain finally clears the fog of desire, and he's acutely aware of how badly he craves to be with you at this moment.

"Sorry," he stammers, "I'm like...star-struck or something." You straddle him once more, your thumb gently grazing his lower lip, the delicate almond-shaped acrylic nail tracing along his upper teeth. You observe the transformation in his expression as he shifts from awe to sheer desperation, all while you slowly lower yourself onto his throbbing anticipation.

“Hmm,” You throw your head back with a blissful sigh of contentment, adjusting to his size. And Jisung can hardly believe it; he’s actually going to marry you and keep you in his life forever. He gets to feel this forever.

The thought is making him impossibly hard as hips rock into you, emptying out those moans he’s grown to love so much.

“Jisung, you feel so good right now, baby,” you purr into his ear, his nails digging into your thighs to get a firmer grip as you ride him, writhing, whining hips giving him chills as you engulf him from every angle.

“Goddamn,” He moans. “You do too.”

When Jisung vocalizes during sex, it comes from some deep, carnal place that drives you absolutely mad. And then, he finds his second wind, snaking one arm around your waist, the other supporting his weight on the couch as he starts plunging into your pussy. You're losing composure, your choppy moans matching the tempo of his thrusts as your eyes roll back in your head, being fucked dumb over his shoulder. When he tires, it’s like a perfect pass off, the way you grind against him. He releases a guttural noise, head back against the futon as he slaps your thigh in encouragement, coaxing you to keep riding him just…like…that. He looks up at you again, with stars in his eyes. “I wish you could see yourself right now.” “I can.” Your arm around his neck, fingers in his hair, you can see yourself in the reflection of the chain of mirrors along the wall behind you both. “Oh, good,” Jisung says with a half-smile, your cunt still swallowing him up at this languid pace. “See how pretty you look when you’re being fucked senseless like this?” He watches your face, the way your chest flutters with tiny gasps and your face twitches when you hit that certain spot. "Yeah, I do," you barely manage to respond. “Only thing prettier is how you look when you cum.” His praise pushes you further, two fingers sliding between your lips that you welcome, and Jisung closes his eyes, all of his senses overstimulated as he dangerously evades his orgasm, thanks to shutting out the sight of you absolutely wracked with pleasure, bouncing on his cock, with his fingers at the back of your throat. You can’t speak, your mouth obstructed, so you begin to whine instead, and he presses on your tongue, making you gag over and over again as you unravel on him. Jisung feels you cumming, he puts both arms around your waist as he pounds into you from below until he pulls you down a final time, his breath hitching as he allows his release to take over, cursing as he empties inside of you. As your bodies slowly come down from the peak of ecstasy, you stay intertwined, breathless and sated. The room is filled with a warm, intimate silence, broken only by the occasional soft sigh and the sound of your synchronized heartbeats. Jisung gazes into your eyes with a tender expression, his fingers softly brushing a strand of hair away from your face. “I can’t believe I get to spend the rest of my life with you,” he whispers. You smile warmly in response, leaning in to kiss him sweetly. “I feel the same way,” you murmur against his lips. “Forever sounds pretty perfect.” The two of you lay there for a while longer, basking in the post-coital afterglow and the knowledge that your love has reached a new level of commitment. The future seems brighter and more promising than ever before, filled with endless possibilities now for the careers of you both.

Eventually, you two gather the strength to get up and clean up the evidence of your passionate encounter. As you help each other get dressed, there's a sense of contentment and serenity in the air. With one last lingering kiss, you make your way back outside to catch an Uber back to the hotel, likely for a highly-anticipated round two. What? You two are rockstars. Did you expect anything less?

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hyukaslvr · 6 months

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just like the stars // j. han

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summary✮⋆˙ you and jisung met unexpectedly, both of you being idols and needing to get away from stress and your thoughts. so when needed, you had each other, the hood of your car, and the stars beeming down against you two- and your long talks, of course.

genre✮⋆˙ fluff, idol!reader, idol!jisung, friends to lovers, secret friendship and relationship

warnings✮⋆˙ han jisung(yes, he is a warning, gosh)

w.c✮⋆˙ aproxx 1k

a/n: han han han han han. god, i love han. this has been in my drafts for awhile unfinished and i just had to finish it. also, please acknowledge my secret secret reference at the end, thank you love you💋.

han jisung was the light you needed in your life ; his laid back smile, his contagious laughter, his puffy cheeks, his crescent eyes, his soft and loving hands, his small careful gestures- everything about him glowed, shining like broken glass and straight through your pounding heart.

how you met was weirdly addicting, you thought about it almost everytime you snuck out with the boy. it was quiet funny too.

you were trying to escape your thoughts, stealing the keys to your companies car that is lended to your group and you whenever you needed to drive without a team member. you remember the night so vividly, you being stopped at a stop light, not even noticing the car doors were unlocked until the back opened, revealing and bundled up jisung, also trying to escape his thoughts. his apologies immediately rushing out as he thought you were an uber or a taxi driver, yet you let him stay. the two of you knew of each other, never talked before yet it was so easy to talk to him that night, and every night after that.

you drove him around for hours, almost until daylight rose, that’s how you found your special spot. driving around with no clue or direction, finding yourselves on a cliff with the most perfect view of the entire city lights.

you let yourself back into real time, letting yourself stare at the boy beside you. you couldn’t stop staring, even if you wanted to. you were way too distracted with his cute hand gestures as he spoke, letting his body and mind relax as the wind blowed against the two of you. you give him a hum of agreement, letting him know you’re listening to his ranting, but we both know your mind and heart was some place else, blown away by his beautiful structure.

the stars beamed down on him, like bright pixy dust, making him stand out in the dark night. god, you lived for nights like this, especially with him.

the both of you wrapped in your favorite blanket that stays in your car, specifically for nights like this, but you would never dare to tell him. the nights you both escape your dorms, away from your members and companies attentions, letting yourselves talk for hours in the middle of the night on top of the hood ; it was so peaceful, letting yourselves speak your minds to eachother, knowing you both wouldn’t dare mention any of these meet ups or what gets spoken about to anyone, not even chan or your leader.

“i think the song came out great, it isn’t the top song of our comeback- but it definitely made impact,” he finally faced you, his cheeks slightly pink from the cool breeze blowing harder against his skin, staring at you with a smile that almost reached his eyes.

“you did great, ji. but, i think secret secret is still my favorite produced by you, through-” he playfully pushed you, causing a fit of giggles between the both of you; not the both of you, just you, as he’s poor heart couldn’t handle the sound. now, he wishes he put your laugh in a song, it’s better than any song he’s ever heard. his cheeks may have been cold two seconds ago, but they’re flushed and heated now, eventually letting himself laugh with you, a huge smile plastered across his face.

“you’re taking the blanket!” he teases, tugging hard to get more warmth around his prickled arms from goosebumps, caused by mainly from what he calls: your music. you didn’t let go of the blanket though, you simply scooted closer to the boy, letting your side and your head fall onto his, a satisfied smile on your face as he stiffens at your touch and warmth.

“thank you, han,” your hands resting in his lap, snuggling your head deeper into his neck, “you always make things better, nights like this always do,” you continued, not letting him question your blurting. he lets his heart control his arm, letting it droop around your waist and pulling you closer to him. he would use an excuse of being cold right now just to hold you, but he couldn’t let this intimate moment down with his silly cover ups.

his empty hand reached to hold your cold to touch ones, letting his thumb slowly drag across the skin as his hums in agreement, “i like spending nights away with you,” he speaks quietly, closes his eyes slightly tight before opening them to look at you as your head raises a bit to listen to the man more intently.

“and i like you,” you blurt, lost in the look in his eyes, the stars glistening in them, “the stars look pretty tonight,” turning your head away to lose his locked eyes. a hand removes from your nestled ones, softly grabbing your chin and tilts your head back towards him, but you didn’t dare open your squeezed shut eyes.

“y/n, look at me,” he pouted, his heart beating like crazy watching your lashes fluttered open with your lids, almost immediately locking eyes with his shaken ones, “you like me?”

“so if i do? i like the stars too-”

“but you like me?” his face inches closer to yours, a smile enlarged his face, making your breathing hitch while his breathing tickles your lips. the distance being close enough to barley lean and kiss him right there and then.

“like you in what way?” you give him a teasing smile, hiding the fact your whole body was rising in heat and your stomach felt exploding with butterflies, “in a way i want to kiss your stupid smile off your face? maybe-” your remarks cut off in the best way possible, his soft lips locking his yours and you let him kiss you.

your hands left his lap, reaching to hold the face you always wanted to cup in your palms. you let yourself melt in his hold, his hand leaving your chin and wrapping around your waist tighter than ever, pulling your body closer to his if that was even possible.

kissing jisung felt indescribable, his head turning slightly to kiss your plush lips more deeply. you couldn’t put into words how accomplished you felt with yourself, you’d pay your shoulder if you weren’t mushy in his arms. his lips felt and tasted better than you ever thought they would, you imagined it happening but never expected it to be way better than your silly day dreams.

you practically chased for more once his lips pulled away from yours, trying to catch both of your breathings, letting you both stare in a daze at each other. he looked so beautiful in this moment, you wanted to take a picture of his slightly moisturized lips that were once against yours, his mouth slightly ajar as he caught his breath.

“and i like you, in a way i wanted to kiss you,” he finally speaks, his eyes searching around your face, watching your cheeks darken with a soft smile on your lips.

“yeah, i think i like you in that way too,”

“you think?!” he scoffs, rollling his eyes as you giggle, a smile never leaving his face though, turning his head completely away in childlike manner. you use the advantage of your hands still on his warm cheeks and pulled his back down to yours to leave another soft kiss on his lips.

“keep kissing me and i think i won’t be able to stop,” he says, letting his forehead lean against yours once your lips break apart.

“and what if i don’t want you to stop?”

“then you’re asking for it!”

his lips placing across the skin on your face, giggles emerged from your stomach and your chest as he sprayed you in kisses. “i, like, you, so, much,” he speaks between kisses; first on your cold nose, the second on your forehead, the third on your left cheek, the forth on your right, the last one being your lips. you kiss him back with just as much love, wrapping your arms around his neck, letting the noise of the car honking below you and the wind blowing against your ears fade away, as all you can pay attention to is the lips against yours.

han jisung was your light, your love, he was everything you’ve ever wanted, even if you’ll stay a secret. that was okay with you, your secret late night sneak outs made up for the fact you couldn’t look his way in public events.

he was your secret secret, and you were glad to be his.

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therhythmafterthesummer · 1 year

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[00:08] (M) ~Han Jisung

Pairing: BestFriend!Jisung x Reader Themes: Suggestive | Fluff | Best Friends to Lovers Warnings: heavy making out, groping, mentions of drinking/alcohol Word Count: ~1k | AO3 Summary: When you agreed to come to this party, you would’ve never imagined you’d end up making out with your best friend, but you were certainly not going to complain. Not when you’d wanted this for the longest time.

Author’s Note: another silly little warm up, keeping the b2l theme :^). Jisung’s blond hair and pretty face are too much for me to handle. i had to cope somehow.

Due to all the abovementioned warnings, this story is intended for an adult audience only. Minors please do not interact.

Disclaimer: the story represented in this work does not represent Stray Kids in any way; anything described in this story and all actions performed by the characters are purely fictional, this was created just for good fun.

The wall behind your back was vibrating slightly with the loud music that was playing inside the house, but it was hard to register when you also had a very firm, warm human body pressed against you.

Your friends decided to throw a last minute party to celebrate the end of your fourth year at university, and at first you had declined the invitation because you weren’t really a party person. You’d go, usually, just to spend some time with your friends, maybe drink a little, but most of the time the noise was too much, the amount of people overwhelmed you, and the smell of smoke made you nauseous.

However, your best friend, Jisung, convinced you to go anyway using nothing but an adorable pout and a ‘pretty please come with me. I’ll get bored without you’, and you ended up agreeing after making him promise that he’d give you a lift at any given moment if you wanted to leave.

When you agreed, you never expected to end up here, pressed up against the concrete wall, hidden behind the small shed in the backyard, with your best friend’s tongue inside your mouth. You honestly weren’t even sure how it happened, maybe it was the time of day, or the couple of beers you’d had, lowering your inhibitions enough to feel the tension that had built between your friend and you while you talked about everything and nothing in this relatively private space.

Jisung kissed you like a starved man, and honestly you weren’t exactly holding back either. His hands held your waist tightly, keeping you firmly in place, while you tugged on his hair, relishing every groan and sigh and grunt that came out of his lips, mingling with the sounds of your wet kiss. Every single one of his movements had you feeling tingly, had tiny sparks of excitement coursing up and down your spine, fueling the fire burning in the pit of your stomach.

You met Jisung in your first year at uni, and your friendship somehow managed to withstand the test of time. He was one of the people you trusted most in this world, he was always kind, funny, attentive, and even if he was a bit stubborn as well, you ended up developing the biggest crush you’d ever had in your life. It also didn’t help that he was hot as fuck, especially these days with his recently died blonde hair, his incredibly strong arms and chest, and his adorable round cheeks.

At first you tried to ignore your crush, to carry on with your life as normal, tried to go on dates, but no one really stuck around, so a year ago you stopped looking for someone else altogether, resigning yourself to simply crushing on your best friend, and doing nothing about it because you were too much of a coward.

Jisung had been single for a couple of years, and he also seemed to stop going on dates around the same time you did. At the time you couldn’t quite understand why he wasn’t out there, you knew there’d be lines and lines of people ready to date him as soon as he sent a quick text. Now, as his hand slid from your waist to grope your ass and his teeth sunk on your bottom lip, you finally understood why.

“Jisung–” You tried to speak, but it was hard to when you just wanted to keep your lips on his, to feel his tongue play with your own, to feel his chest against yours.

“Mm?” Jisung seemed to be in the same predicament, and he finally let go of your ass to cup your cheeks instead, lightly stroking your skin with his thumbs as he kept pressing pecks on your lips.

“Wanna… Wanna go home”.

Jisung pulled back from you with slightly wide eyes. His cheeks were flushed, his lips were kiss-bitten, his gaze flickered from one of your eyes to the other, and you had to resist the urge to go back to devouring his mouth again. Taking a step back, he let go of your face. “Oh…”

That crestfallen look in his eyes let you know he had completely misunderstood your words, so you took a hold of his hoodie stepping into his space. “Why are you looking at me like that? I wanna go home… With you”.

“Oh?” Jisung looked genuinely surprised, and you would’ve laughed at the absurdity of it all had you not been burning up from the inside out. “You do?”

“Are you doubting it? We just spent an eternity making out against this wall, Han Jisung”, you chuckled, looping your arms around his neck to pull him close, and his arms wrapped around your waist to pull you even closer with a sheepish smile on his face.

“I mean… I’d convinced myself this would never happen so I’m… You know…”

You blinked, confused. “Why wouldn’t it happen?”

Jisung chuckled, pressing his hands flat on the small of your back. “Have you seen yourself? You could have anyone you wanted. Up until thirty minutes ago I thought you saw me as a friend. Thought my feelings were one-sided”.

“Have you seen yourself?” You brought one of your hands to his face, squeezing his cheeks, making him pout. “It’s honestly unfair how hot you are”.

Jisung’s flush seemed to deepen, and you couldn’t help but smile as he stumbled over his words. “That’s not–I mean–But you–”

“Jisung”, you squished his cheeks a bit harder, stopping his ramble on the spot. “We can fight over who’s hotter later. If you don’t take me home and fuck me, I will fuck you against this wall right now”.

Jisung went quiet for a moment, until he finally detached himself from you, taking your hand in his and tugging you along the backyard, and back into the house. Everyone was already wasted inside, but the party was still pretty much alive, the music was incredibly loud, people were dancing, talking–more like screaming–and playing games.

You and Jisung ignored all of it, making your way towards the front door, to finally step outside and walk all the way to Jisung’s car. It was taking so long, too long for your liking. You wanted to have his lips on you again, so you tugged on his hand to get him to stop moving, crashing into him, kissing him deeply, hungrily, and the desperate sounds that came out of his mouth as he held the back of your head and reciprocated your kiss certainly made it all worth it.

“Just for the record…” Jisung mumbled against your lips between kisses, hugging your waist tightly and walking backwards towards his car with you in his arms. “I would’ve one hundred percent let you fuck me against that wall, but your bed sounds way more appealing”.

You simply chuckled, sucking on his bottom lip, making him giggle. “I’ll keep that in mind, then”.

You both stopped walking as soon as you found yourselves by Jisung’s car. With your hands on his chest you pushed him against the door, sneaking your tongue inside his mouth to glide against his. Gripping your ass, Jisung held you against him, pulling you impossibly closer to him as one of his legs slotted between yours, his thigh adding much needed friction against your core, making you whine.

Jisung’s lips were so soft, so swollen from all the biting and nibbling you’d been doing, better than you could’ve ever imagined they’d feel like against your own, better than you could’ve ever imagined they’d taste like. You could feel him hard against your stomach, undeniable proof that you weren’t just making this all up in your head, he really wanted you just as much as you wanted him, and the feeling had your head spinning a bit.

“C’mon”, with one more squeeze to your buttcheek, and a final, loud kiss on your lips, Jisung got you off of him, digging into his pocket for his car keys to unlock the doors, chuckling once he saw the pout on your face. “Let’s go before I bust a nut right here, right now”.

“How romantic”, you couldn’t help but laugh, rounding the car and opening the passenger door to finally climb inside.

As soon as the car was on and your safety belts were secured in place, Jisung started to drive, taking the road that you knew would lead to your home the fastest. It was silent for a while. It wasn’t uncomfortable by any means, but there was certainly something lingering in the space. You could almost feel your own neediness radiate off of you, just like you could feel Jisung’s, and it had you vibrating with excitement right where you sat.

Suddenly, you felt warmth envelop your hand, and when your gaze shifted from the road to your lap, you saw Jisung’s fingers link with yours, holding your hand, softly caressing your knuckles with his thumb.

“So… What would you like for breakfast tomorrow? Waffles? Pancakes?” Jisung’s eyes never left the road. There was a tiny smile on his lips, coupled with the faintest blush on his cheeks, the sight had your heart fluttering in your chest.

“Waffles. With maple syrup and butter”, you replied simply, holding his hand tighter.

“With maple syrup and butter”, Jisung repeated, glancing at you for a second before returning his eyes to the road.

It didn’t matter, really. You would’ve had anything for breakfast, as long as you had Jisung with you there the next morning. Maybe even the one after that, too… And the one after that, and the one after that, and the one after that…

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honeysung · 7 months

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stray kids comforting you during a stressful day.

fluff + fem reader insert.

author’s note: if you’re reading this, stray kids are so proud of you. here’s a short and fluffy drabble for today.

OT8 x reader drabble.

18+

ask box and requests are open 💫

~ ✿ ~

BANGCHAN

will stop everything he’s doing when he finds out about how stressed you are.

lots of cuddles! he’s a big spoon.

leaves kisses all over your face :(

“tell me what’s on your mind, sweetheart.”

LEE KNOW

cooks your favorite foods <3

rubs his thumb over your hands to calm you.

reminds you to take breaks and rest. he’ll do as much as he can for you.

“how’s my pretty girl doing?”

CHANGBIN

sits you on his lap while he’s working in the studio. he wants to keep you company at all times.

compliments you! tells you how lucky he is to have you as a partner.

massages you so you can relax.

“i’m here, baby. you’re okay.”

HYUNJIN

keeps a journal and writes sweet messages to show you.

helps you clear your mind. whether that’s taking walks by the beach or you watch romance movies.

wipes your tears for you with his thumbs and cups your face :’)

“you can tell me anything, princess.”

HAN

will talk with you for hours. he wants to know everything about how you’re feeling.

let’s you wear his hoodie, his vanilla scent calms you.

offers to help you with everyday tasks so you’re less stressed.

“you got this, babe.”

FELIX

bakes you sweet treats. brownies, cinnamon rolls, etc!

holds your hands and kisses them to see you smile.

creates a playlist of songs to cheer you up.

“you’re doing so well, honey.”

SEUNGMIN

hums you a song while he’s embracing you. rubs his hand up and down your back softly :(

forehead kisses!

buys you snacks and a heated blanket to make you feel better.

“i’ll always be by your side, my love.”

JEONGIN

surprises you with pretty flowers.

buys you a teddy bear with a voice audio inside, the voice message is him cheering you on and saying he loves you.

asks about your day. from here, he’s always ready to hear you talk.

“everything will be alright, my angel.”

©️ honeysung

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stayteezdreams · 11 months

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My Kind of Fun: Part One

Plot: Parties aren't really your thing, so when you sneak off to find some peace and quiet, you run into someone who feels the same.

-Part Two-

Pairing: Han Jisung x Gn!Reader

-Meet Cute Series-

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol, and a drunk guy (the reader is not mentioned as drinking anything)

Words: ~2.1k

Your fake laugh spilled from your mouth for the hundredth time, as the drunk guy in front of you told a story you were certain was fake.

His glazed eyes were barely focused on you as he slurred his words, and you looked round the room desperately for your friend. You had begun to feel overwhelmed with your surroundings a while ago, but told yourself to stay. But the longer you did, the more you regretted it.

Excusing yourself, you left the drunk man to himself as you looked for somewhere quiet to escape too, while also keeping an eye out for your friend.

'Why did I let her convince me to come?' you asked yourself as you dodged a stumbling drunk girl.

Seeing your friend nowhere in sight, you worried she may have left with someone, forgetting your existence for the night. You sighed as your eyes landed on the doors to what you assumed was a balcony.

Peaking out the glass window, you saw no one, and felt a wave of relief. Pushing open the door, you slid out and let out a sigh as the cool night air washed over you.

Walking to the balcony ledge, your eyes cast over the city. You felt instantly more at ease away from the loud music, alcohol and strangers. You laid your head down on your arm for a second as you took in a breath.

Standing up straight again, you turned to lean against the railing, but your eyes instantly caught on the young man on the other side of the balcony.

Your heart jolted as you jumped, letting out a gasp of surprise.

His eyes widened in surprise as he lifted his hands, "Sorry!" he yelled in a soft voice.

You let out a breath as you chuckled, clearly still in shock.

"I wasn't sure if I should have announced my presence when you came out or not" He mumbled in a somewhat awkward tone, but you could see an amused smile on his face.

You lifted your hand "It's okay, I'm sorry I didn't realize someone was out here."

Han's smile relaxed a bit as you chuckled. When he saw you come out onto the balcony his heart dropped. He was afraid you were some drunk stranger who was gonna bother him.

But then he recognized you, having seen you earlier. He remembered thinking you looked as uncomfortable as he felt.

When you let out a sigh and wandered to the balcony, he could tell you weren't drunk. And from the way you were acting he thought maybe you were tying to escape just like he had.

Straightening up a bit, you placed your hands behind your back, feeling a bit awkward. You smiled at Han, and he felt his heart jolt.

"Do you want me to leave? You were here first, I can find somewhere else to go." You offered politely, uncertain of what to do.

Han stood up a bit straighter and shook his head quickly "No no, you don't have to do that." He smiled softly at you "Are you trying to escape the party?"

You felt an odd sense of relief wash over you at this comment before you chuckled and nodded "Yeah, I didn't really want to come."

Han let out a soft laugh "Yeah me neither. Well-" he interrupted himself "I did want to come, but I didn't want to be here this long."

"Did your friend disappear on you too?" You asked with a knowing tone as you walked a bit closer to him.

He nodded smiling, feeling relieved you were just like him in this moment.

"I'm Y/n." You introduced yourself, your tone obviously shy.

Han felt his heart skip a beat as you smiled at him again "I'm Jisung, most of my friends call me Han though."

"It's nice to meet you." You said with a soft bow of your head as your smile widened a bit.

Han's heart seemed to do another flip, and he felt an urge to know more about you, to know everything about you.

He slowly took steps towards the balcony, and you followed. Leaning against the railing together, though you were still a few feet away from each other.

After a brief moment of silence Han cleared his throat lightly "So if you didn't want to come to the party, why did you?" He asked softly, genuinely curious.

You smiled and looked down at your hands, wondering how honest you should be. Glancing over at him, you were almost taken aback by the soft, patient gaze as he looked at you. Something told you he'd understand you.

"Uhh, I'm pretty introverted, I don't have a lot of friends and I avoid crowded places." You gave him a brief look, and saw him nod softly, almost as if he felt the same, so you continued "I want to be better at being social, so-" you sighed "When my friend told me about this party and asked me to come, I said yes, much to their surprise" You chuckled "But, my social battery ran out quite a while ago." You admitted with a slightly disappointed tone.

He nodded and let out a breath "I'm the same, pretty much."

You met his eyes and he smiled softly "Yeah?"

He nodded, and a wave of understanding and comfort washed over you. Han felt it too as he got lost in staring at you for a moment.

The growing tension between you was broken when you felt your phone vibrate.

Han quickly looked away from you, noting how his heart seemed to be in a constant state of flutter around you.

Reading your text, you felt your stomach twist a bit as you resisted the urge to laugh.

'I hope you got home okay! Don't worry about me, I'm safe ;) '

You shook your head and Han looked at you curiously "Everything okay?"

You sighed softly and nodded as you put your phone away. "Apparently I waited around for nothing. My friend thought I had already gone home so she already left too."

Han rose his brow and opened his mouth in awe "They didn't even check first?"

You shook your head "I'm not really surprised, as I usually would have left by now."

"So what are you gonna do now?" he asked casually, wondering if you were going to leave now.

Part of you wanted to stay and talk to him more, but you dreaded hanging around the party any longer.

You hummed quietly as you looked over the balcony edge out at the city. "I suppose since they left, I should too."

Han would be lying if he said he didn't feel a wave of disappointment wash over him, but he didn't blame you at all for wanting to leave. Before you came out, he was a few moments away from leaving himself.

He nodded in understanding as you turned around, "It was nice to meet you Jisung"

"You too" He smiled, wondering if it would be too forward to ask for your number.

As you walked towards the doors, Han found himself calling out "Wait!"

You turned and looked back at him and you saw him hesitate.

"Uh, I- do you want to share an Uber or something? I think I'm ready to leave too."

You smiled at him "I was actually gonna walk home"

"Walk!?"

"Yeah, I live close by, I walked here, sooo" You chuckled.

Han looked around "But it's the middle of the night! Since your friend left it's too dangerous to walk alone isn't it?"

You felt touched at his concern for you, and giggled lightly, unaware of the somersaults you made Han's heart do when you did.

Han walked over to you "Let me-" he stopped himself "Can I walk you home? Or at least most of the way? It doesn't seem right to let you walk alone."

Your heart was pounding in your chest, as your ears burned hot. He really was a nice guy wasn't he?

"What about your friend?"

He shrugged, "I seriously doubt they'd notice I left."

"Some great friends we have huh?" You asked with a chuckle, making him laugh. After a second of thought, you nodded "Okay, if you really want to, that would be nice."

He smiled at you and nodded "It would certainly make me feel better."

You smiled and he cleared his throat as he walked to the door, pulling it open for you.

As you walked down the dark road towards your house, silence hung between the two of you for only a moment before Han started asking you questions.

Had you always lived here? Did you go to college? What did you study? What are your hobbies?

Your conversation went back and forth as you learned about each other, and in turn found that you got along great, like really great.

So when you turned down your street, you hesitated, you felt disappointed that it was going to end.

You stopped and Han looked over at you "I live just up here" You pointed and you saw Han's face fall with realization.

"Oh" He said softly before he looked around your surroundings.

Han actually felt panicked, at the idea of the night ending. He wanted to keep talking to you forever.

"What- I- do you-" he stumbled over his word before he finally turned and looked at you again with a hopeful smile "Are you hungry?"

You felt a bit surprise at the sudden question, but knew where it was leading.

Your stomach fluttered and you smiled brightly, nodding "I could eat."

Han's smile widened as he scratched the back of his head "I know a place you can get some pretty good ramyeon near here."

You nodded fervently "I know it too."

As you turned and started heading away from your house, both you and Han buzzed with excitement and a childish giddiness that you both wondered if the other felt too.

Swinging back and forth slowly on the swing as you shoved ramyeon into your mouth you almost laughed.

You didn't expect your night to end with you and a handsome boy you just met, in an empty playground in the middle of the night eating noodles.

As a small scoff escaped you, Han looked over at you in amusement and curiosity.

"What?" He asked with a mouth full of noodles.

You swallowed your food and shook your head "This is just so different then how my night started."

Han chuckled and nodded, feeling the same.

"But honestly, this is more fun to me than any party."

Han laughed out loud now "Cheers to that." He said in an exaggerate tone as he rose his bowl of noodles.

Laughing, you cheers yours against his as you both chuckled. Your eyes met and you both felt yourselves freeze for a moment as tension seem to rise.

At the same time, you both let out soft and awkward giggles before you went back to eating your ramyeon. Casual silence hung between you for a moment before he spoke.

"I like this too." his voice was just above a whisper, but you heard him clearly. You looked over at him just as he looked at you "Would you- would you want to do it again?"

Your heart jumped at his question, and you felt a grin pulling at your lips.

You nodded "I would."

You saw Han repress a smile as he looked down at his food, mixing it a bit aggressively as he nodded, failing to repress his smile anymore "Me too."

You looked back down at your food, and hoped your face wasn't noticeably flushed as you felt butterflies rampage in your stomach.

"Is tomorrow too soon?" He asked suddenly and you looked up a bit surprised, only to see him staring at you with round, excited eyes.

Unable to help it, a laugh bubbled out of you, making him chuckle nervously as he became aware of his own eagerness.

But he felt relieved when you stifled your giggles and shook your head "No, I don't think it's too soon at all."

"Good" he laughed softly as he locked his eyes with yours.

Your eyes stayed locked as you smiled softly at each other, both of you knowing you were feeling the same thing. The same pull towards each other that made you not want to separate.

But even when you had to separate after Han walked you back home, you had the knowledge and excitement that you would see him again soon.

-Part Two-

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slytherinshua · 4 months

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CANT SLEEP WITHOUT YOU

genre. fluff. fake texts. warnings. none. pairing. han x reader. wc. 3 texts. request. requested by @amara-mars: hihi nana cannnnnn i get a han orrrr hyunjin or channie cute text blurb? like where he’s late to come home and yn is so sleepy but refuses to sleep alone🫶🏽🫶🏽 a/n. ty for requesting amara love <33 it's a lil short but i hope you enjoy!! divider by @/plutism

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jisungsdaydreamer · 1 year

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Love Playlist #1: HOME (Han)

«GENERAL M.LIST» · «NAVIGATION» · «TALK TO ME»

"For a really smart person, Jisung can be so dumb sometimes."

Pairing: Han x Fem!reader Genre: college au, friends to lovers, roommates to lovers, fluff, mutual pining Warnings: mild swearing Word Count: 7k

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You have three strict rules that you must follow. One, no going out after eleven. Two, never leave the house without your cell phone. And three, never, ever, fall in love with Han Jisung.

Unfortunately, you’ve broken that third rule already. In fact, you’re still breaking it, charring it to a crisp, and throwing it out like the trash you both begrudgingly take turns with. But how can you not? Because when it comes to your doe-eyed best friend who is serenely sitting in front of you, the whole rulebook is torn up.

Jisung quietly flips through his growing stack of manga, blissfully unaware of the way your heart accelerates whenever he reads a particularly entertaining segment and his eyes light up in amusement.You should remind him to stay on track, but you can’t bear to stop him because of how cute he looks, his legs unconsciously swinging under the table and his fifth banana lollipop of the day shoved into his mouth.

You’re both sitting together in the library at your special table beside the big window, the place that is always secluded no matter what, as if some higher power knows to keep it aside for you and Jisung for whenever you desire. Both of you are supposed to be studying for your finals, the objectively worst part of the entire year. You’re both seniors, so the slew of exams coming up should be a piece of cake for you, except both of you have grad school next year— you’ll be starting on your PhD, while Jisung, a computer engineering major, will be working towards a master’s degree— so you still have to worry about all of your final grades.

“I hate this.” Jisung looks up from the book in his hands, closing it shut. “I wish I didn’t have to do this.”

“It’s almost over. Then we’ll finally graduate and get to enjoy our summer,” you reply. “And then our lives begin.”

And the elation building in your chest is real, because although you have a tough couple of days ahead of you, the end of this year will be a testament to everything you have accomplished. You have your summer mapped out already; you’re going to be completing groundbreaking cancer research at an esteemed biologist’s lab, days filled with productivity along with exciting nights exploring adulthood and freedom with your friends. Even though you’ll still have school, you’ll only have to be doing what you’re passionate about, leaving behind the mandatory literature and calculus courses that brought you so many tears over the duration of college.

“Not for me.” Jisung sighs, leaning back in his chair and staring aimlessly at the ceiling. “It’ll never end.”

Lately, Jisung has become increasingly stressed about graduation. He doesn’t come from a wealthy background, with his mother being a grocery store cashier and his father out of the picture. You’re aware he’s under immense pressure to do well in school and then get a good job that will take care of both him and his mother, when she’s unable to provide for herself. Worst of all, Jisung had to ditch his dream of becoming a musician and instead focus on something more practical, which ended up being a profession in computers. Of course, like anything else he puts his effort into, Jisung excels in computer engineering, and he’s come to terms with giving up his passion, but you know it doesn’t hurt any less.

“Do you want to talk about it?” You ask softly, reaching for his hand. He accepts it, but he turns his head to gaze at the street beyond the window.

“It’s okay.”

You don’t press any further, because you know that it will just break him down, and neither of you can afford that right now at such a crucial time. Instead, you resolve to brighten his mood, like he does with you anytime you’re down. “Let’s just hope we don’t get food poisoning tomorrow.”

Your attempt works, because Jisung meets your eyes, a smile permeating his solemn expression and before widening into a full grin, at the memory of the time you both first met. Remembrance comes like the summer breeze you look so forward to, washing over you both like a tidal wave. And just like that, it’s freshman year and you’re standing at the bus stop near your old dormitory building.

You anxiously devoured the notebook pages in your hands, alternating between cramming the tiny text and scanning the road for the bus that was supposed to be here ten minutes ago. Your stomach ached from the food poisoning you contracted earlier that morning, an unwelcome byproduct of the dubious cauliflower and tuna tacos served at the dining hall the night before.

This was horrible timing too, especially because you had your first test of the academic year that day. When you should have been bent over your statistics notes, you were cooped up in the bathroom for the previous few hours, clutching the toilet bowl as you watched the clock above you tick menacingly.

You bounced on your toes anxiously, before a strange, squeaking sound met your ears. You whirled around to see a boy approaching you while struggling to pull a large, bulging suitcase along with him. He finally succeeded, collapsing onto the bus stop bench while coughing and wheezing up a storm that rivaled the ominous clouds in the sky. You reached into the side pocket of your backpack, pulling out your unopened plastic water bottle and handing it over to him.

He looked at your offering hand in surprise, before gratefully accepting. He tipped his head back and closed his eyes while he gulped down the cool water. You watched him finish the entire bottle with a dizzying speed and then recycle it in the bin next to the bus stop. The boy was lanky, sporting an oversized Pokémon t-shirt and battered sneakers, and overdue for a haircut, the locks flopping over his sweaty forehead.

“Thank you so much.” He said.

“Of course. What’s in the suitcase?”

The boy fondly ran a hand over the worn-out seams of the object of your curiosity. “I promised my roommate that I would give him all of my old books for his class project. I have no idea why he wants them, but then again, art students are weird.”

He looked up at you not even a second later, alarm in his eyes. “Unless you’re an art student! In that case, I didn’t mean what I said.”

You giggled, shaking your head. “No, I’m a biology major. And yes, I agree.”

He beamed. “I’m Han Jisung. First year, computer engineering. Anime and cheesecake lover. Spicy food hater.”

“Y/N. I’m a freshman, too, and I also love anime and cheesecake. Chocolate cheesecake, to be specific. And I can’t stand spicy food.”

“Chocolate supremacy!” Jisung gasped, clamping a palm over his mouth. “This is meant to be.”

You let out a hearty laugh at his theatrics. “Exactly.”

At that moment, the bus finally arrived, rolling to a stop next to you both. You helped Jisung push his suitcase full of storybooks up the steps of the bus and into the aisle. You sat on one of the seats in the back, and Jisung followed suit, plopping down right next to you. As he did, you noticed him wince, clutching his stomach. Concern bloomed in you for this precious stranger that you just met.

“Are you okay?”

He clutches his stomach once more, smiling embarrassedly. “I got food poisoning. I should have known better than to trust the dining hall food.”

You pause, as the ironic delight of the situation sets in, allowing the pain to fade away and leaving you to wonder about the odds of meeting Jisung. “No way! Me too!”

Jisung’s eyes widen in surprise. “That’s destiny. Mutual food poisoning. Now we definitely have to be friends.”

Later, after you had exchanged numbers and plenty of laughs, parting ways at your respective bus stops, you would meet again at the university hospital. Both of you had contracted a salmonella infection.

Unbeknownst to you and Jisung, that delayed bus and salmonella would determine the trajectory of the rest of your lives. Over time, you both emerged from the shackles of a hesitant acquaintance to the kind of bond that never breaks, even with time, distance, or the grievances of being young. You witnessed each other grow up, fall in love and out of love, and get drunk on piña coladas at the bar next to the college gym you both pretended to go to regularly.

Somewhere along the way, after Loser Boyfriend Number Three, as Jisung tried to cheer you up with his horrible jokes and the burned brownies that he nuked in the residence hall kitchen microwave, you realized that you were wasting your time on people who weren’t worth it. Because the only person who was worth it was the one who had been by your side all the time. Jisung.

Betrayed by your treacherous heart, you began to see Jisung— your person, your study buddy, your fake fiancé when you both were trying to score free dessert with a restaurant proposal— as more than just a friend. In fear of your feelings potentially ruining your friendship, something more dear to you than any form of romance, as you so believed they would, you swore to never speak to Jisung of it. But you couldn’t lie to yourself anymore about the worst. You fell in love with your best friend.

“What did the farmer say after he lost his tractor?”

“I have no idea, Jisung.”

“‘Hey, where’s my tractor?’ Get it?” Jisung bursts out laughing, slapping his thigh. He doubles over, his whole body shaking with laughter at the unimpressed look on your face, which makes everything funnier for him.

“That doesn’t even make sense!” You exclaim, trying to push him. Jisung just keeps giggling, dodging you masterfully.

You both have given up on your library study session, resolving to take a break at your favorite coffee shop and meet up with the rest of your friends in your circle. The setting sun has streaked the blue sky with its golden rays and puffy pink clouds, enveloping the entire campus in a hazy glow. It’s a pleasant May evening, with the scent of your college’s famed peonies along with the excitement of Spring lingering in the air. The street lights that line the sidewalk are already turned on, but not many people are outside enjoying the weather, except for a few students playing a game of Frisbee on the athletic field. Everyone else is locked away in their rooms or the library, grinding for their upcoming exams.

“Well, I have a better one anyway.” Jisung states, clearing his throat dramatically.

You roll your eyes as you near your destination, an unassuming red-brick building tucked away in a larger complex of stores. Purple morningstar blossoms border the door of the small shop in clumps of dainty vines, no doubt the namesake of Morningstar Coffee House. Fairy lights are strung around the glass block windows, which offer a glimpse of the inviting warmth inside.

“Let’s hear it.”

Jisung jogs ahead of you and opens the door for you, gallantly gesturing for you to go first. “What did Y/N say to Jisung when they went to the coffee shop together?”

The comforting smell of pastries and dark roast coffee engulfs you as you step into Morningstar. The strung lanterns and groovy jazz music playing in the background welcome you like a hug from a long-distance friend. You can’t believe it’s been so long since you’ve gone anywhere other than the library, the lecture halls, or the tiny apartment you and Jisung share.

“I don’t know.” You humor Jisung, still playing along and waiting for his ridiculous punchline.

He smirks at you. “I love you a latte!”

You feign disgust, but secretly, you are elated because of how genuinely touching his words are to you. Jisung hugs you like a baby panda, trying to get you to applaud him for his clever joke, as Jisung is naturally a very physically affectionate person, always wanting to snuggle up to the people around him. But your heart can’t help but jump a little every time you feel his arms snug around you.

“Well, I love you a latte more, Hannie,” you respond nonchalantly, but you mean it. You do love Jisung for everything that he is, even the cringeworthy SoundCloud rapper phase that dominated his sophomore year.

“You guys are weird,” your friend Seungmin says from behind the counter, where he’s busy working as the barista, while his co-worker, Soobin, a timid Psychology student, clumsily handles orders at the cash register. Seungmin’s parents own Morningstar, and he plans to take over it next year.

Jisung sticks his tongue out at Seungmin in defiance, before linking arms with you and dragging you to the back, where the rest of your friends are seated. There is Chan, or more famously known as Chris among his many admirers across his campus, clad in his signature black jacket. Besides him, the turquoise-haired baby of your group, Jeongin, and then Hyunjin, who as usual, is lost in his sketchbook.

“Hey guys. What are you up to?” You slide in next to Hyunjin, trying to peek at what he’s drawing. You catch a glimpse of a very pretty girl you vaguely recognize from around campus, before he protectively snaps his journal closed, narrowing his eyes at you.

“Eyes on your coffee, Y/N,” Hyunjin says, handing you the mug that they ordered for you ahead of time. Magically, it’s still hot.

You accept the coffee and drink it, letting the rich liquid warm your insides as you swallow it gratefully. “Alright, alright.”

Jisung tries to steal a bite of Jeongin’s apple danish, earning him a swat on his wandering palms. Chan looks over at you with a grin. “We’re just listening to Jeongin rant about his crush.”

Jeongin groans before continuing. “And I keep asking her out, but every time, she rejects me, bro! What am I supposed to do? Give up?"

“Yes,” Hyunjin says in his signature straightforward manner, prompting everyone but Jeongin to snicker.

“Whatever. I'll figure out a way.” Jeongin sits back in his seat, resorting to aggressively typing on his keyboard to deal with his frustration.

You look around your little corner in the shop, which is filled with textbooks and miscellaneous notebook sheets. “Where are the others?”

“Minho is studying with his girlfriend, and Changbin and Felix are apparently also working, but they’re probably gaming instead.”

Hyunjin bites down on the edge of his straw, glancing between you and Jisung thoughtfully. “Speaking of girlfriend, when are you both going to get together?”

You freeze up in your seat, tensing like you always do whenever someone jokes about your relationship with Jisung, but he’s unfazed, shooting Hyunjin a mischievous smile. “When you tell us about that girl you’re obsessed with.”

Hyunjin immediately forgets about teasing you, glaring at Jisung contempfully. “Shut up, Han. You don’t know anything.”

“Guys, let’s calm down,” you say while patting Hyunjin’s back, happy for the distraction but still cautious about him and Jisung. While those two love each other very much now, they used to fight like crazy when they roomed together in freshman year, and no one needs a repeat of bad history right now.

Jisung catches your eye, and although he doesn’t smile at you, you can see the appreciation in his eyes. You nod slightly at him, before getting out your own computer. Words do not have to be exchanged between you two for you to understand each other.

You all settle into a comfortable silence as you finish your coffee and resume studying, only looking up occasionally to ask each other questions about the material or an assignment. Soon, the evening begins to fade away, and you start packing up your belongings before closing time.

“Hey, Y/N! Can you come over here for a second?” Seungmin calls out, capturing your attention.

You put down your backpack and walk over to the counter, where he’s washing his blender. “Yes?”

“So what’s going on with you and Jisung?” Before you can interrupt him and deny anything, Seungmin wipes his hands and gives you a meaningful look. “I know you have feelings for him.”

You feel your face heat up, and you avoid his piercing eyes. “How would you know?”

“Look, it doesn’t take a genius to figure it out. From the way you look at him, it’s a marvel how he hasn’t figured it out yet. For a really smart person, Jisung can be so dumb sometimes.”

You exhale, seeing no point in lying anymore. Besides, it feels good to get it off of your chest. “Well, why are you bringing this up anyway?”

Seungmin sets down his utensil caddy and rests his elbows on the edge of the sink. “Soobin likes you and asked me if you’re single. But, you know, I wasn’t sure if you are available. Emotionally, I mean.”

You glance over at Soobin, observing him counting all of the day’s revenue. The blonde cashier catches your eye, flashing you a shy smile before quickly looking away, turning a shade of tomato red. He’s handsome, good-hearted, and not to mention, very tall. Just your type. But he’s no Jisung.

“It’s been a while since I’ve dated anyone.” And this is true— over a year, to be precise. “I guess, I’m still hung up over Jisung.”

“Do you plan on making a move?”

“No way. I’m just going to wait for the feelings to dissipate. I would never risk our friendship like that,” you mumble.

“You could get to know Soobin, maybe he’ll help you move on,” Seungmin suggests, crossing his arms.

You consider your options before piping up. Jisung had gotten pretty serious with his last girlfriend by the end of your junior year, but he broke up with her a month later, telling you that she just wasn’t the one for him. He hasn’t dated anyone since, claiming that it’s not the right time. But for you, it is, and you realize that you can’t keep waiting for him.

“Maybe I will,” you say, toying with your jacket zipper.

Seungmin tips his head towards Soobin, but before you move, he leans in closer to you. “But personally, I think you should just tell Jisung. If he’s really your best friend, your friendship will stay the same no matter what.”

You nod. “Yeah, okay.”

You know Seungmin is right, but the truth is, it’s not just about losing your friendship with Jisung. Regardless of whether he reciprocates your feelings or not, you know that he would never walk away from you. It’s truly you who you are concerned about. You’re uncertain if you could bear to go back being your normal self around Jisung if you confess and get rejected. You don’t know if your heart could handle it.

You touch Seungmin’s hand in a quiet gratitude and approach Soobin, who immediately notices your presence and accidentally slams the cash register drawer closed, nearly shutting it on his finger. “H-hi Y/N.”

Watching Soobin get endearingly flustered, you can’t help but smile. “Hey Soobin. How are you?”

“I’m good, thank you.” Soobin bites down on his lip, wrapping his arms around himself. He looks so cute in his brown bib apron and converse shoes. “You look really pretty in that dress.”

Your cheeks warm, but you look him directly in his eyes. “That’s so kind of you to say. Actually, I was hoping you'd want to go out on a date sometime? Maybe after finals?”

Although you’re very reserved about your feelings for Jisung, in every other case, you can be quite forward with romance. Soobin’s eyes widen. “Wait, really?”

You laugh, getting out your phone. “Yes, really. What do you say?”

“Yes! I would love to. Could I please get your number?” Soobin stretches out his phone, which is covered in teddy bear stickers.

You think of Jisung’s phone, which has a clear case and a polaroid of you two at the beach inside. You shake the thought of him away. You type your number into Soobin’s phone, before wishing him good luck on his finals and then rejoining your friend group in the darkening outdoors, which has moved outside the shop while you were talking to Seungmin. As soon as he spies you walking out of the door, Hyunjin forgets his conversation with Jeongin and immediately launches into interrogating you.

“What were you talking to Soobin about?”

You shrug, trying to play it off, but can’t help the rosy blush that creeps up your neck. “Nothing, really.”

Now the others look interested as well, and Jeongin smirks knowingly at you. “You asked him out, didn’t you?”

Out of the corner of your eye, you think you see Jisung’s smile falter, but you chalk it up to your own imagination and affirm Jeongin’s prediction. “Yes, but it’s pretty casual. So not a big deal.”

Chan and Jeongin both high-five you like seventh grade boys, while Hyunjin just cackles at your sudden agitation. Jisung, however, looks annoyed, a very new color on him.

“I didn’t know you were interested in Soobin,” he says, shutting Hyunjin up. “Why didn’t you tell me? You always tell me when you like someone.”

You know the answer to his question. But you can’t tell Jisung that the only reason why you asked Soobin on a date out of the blue is because you are in love with him and trying to move on. “Seungmin just told me that he had a crush on me. So I went for it.”

“Yeah, everyone knows Soobin likes you. But you could have told me first before making a move.” Jisung’s tone is slightly harsh, suspicious. You recoil in surprise, because he has never spoken to you like this, unlike the boy you know and love.

“Why are you getting so mad?” You ask him, hurt.

“It’s just that we tell each other everything, and this is pretty big.” Jisung crosses his arms stubbornly. “Unless you didn’t want me to know.”

Your skin prickles with a strange feeling, because while you two have bickered over stupid things in the past, it wasn’t anything serious like the look on Jisung’s face now. “What’s your problem, Jisung? What did I do to you?”

Your voice is raised, and boys instantly sense the tension in the air, stepping in to mediate. Chan, the eldest in the group, places a hand on Jisung’s shoulder, mutely imploring him to stay calm. Hyunjin, however, gets defensive on your behalf.

“Why should she have to tell you? Calm down,” Hyunjin says, frowning at Jisung.

“It’s okay, Hyunjin. We should get going.” Without waiting for an answer from the others, you grasp Jisung’s hand and pull him with you, while he comes along without saying anything at all.

The walk back to your apartment, which is seven minutes long from campus, is filled with an uneasy silence, a dreadful change from the playfulness earlier in the day. The air is charged, full of everything you both want to say to each other, but nevertheless, you keep your mouth closed. More than anything, you’re confused.

It’s been a long time since either of you were with anyone romantically, so maybe it is surprising to Jisung that you randomly asked Soobin out. However, you don’t understand his anger, especially because Jisung has always supported you in your dating life, even setting you up sometimes with people he knew. But you don’t think the problem is the fact that it is Soobin either, because Soobin is one of the most beloved people on campus due to his sweet personality. You don’t know what’s wrong, and that’s what bothers you the most.

Neither of you speak even when you reach your neighborhood, a suburban oasis in a big city. When there’s good weather, you and Jisung love to come outside and either take long walks around the block or pack picnics to share on the perpetually green lawn in front of your apartment building. Today, you head straight up to your flat, an indifferent pair of strangers standing in the elevator.

After unlocking the door to your apartment, you finally decide to break the silence, turning to look at Jisung, who trails a few feet behind you. “I’ll be in my room, studying.”

You want him to say something, anything, but he just nods, keeping his eyes trained on the grey hardwood flooring. Sighing, you pad across the apartment and enter your room, shutting the door you always keep open.

You and Jisung had signed a lease on your place last year, partially because you couldn’t afford off-campus housing on your own, but also because you couldn’t imagine a better roommate than him. People made plenty of comments about how you both— two people of the opposite gender— renting an apartment together would be a recipe for disaster.

While Jisung had assured you that everything would be alright, the weeks leading up to move-in day were filled with apprehension for you. But unlike what he believed, it wasn’t because of what others said. The thought of you and Jisung living together made you worry if proximity could potentially make it easier for him to realize your feelings for him.

However, when the big day rolled in, you couldn’t remember any of your fears as you and Jisung sat in your new apartment, leaned against a pile of half-opened luggage. Exhausted from dealing with delayed furniture shipments and sorting through the endless boxes of belongings, both of you had given up. Resolving to lay on the barren floor and play Go-Fish, you both laughed for hours about the annoyed look on the grumpy mover’s face when Jisung kept asking him questions. Before Jisung subsequently fell asleep on your lap, he promised you that you both would make a lot of good memories here. And you did.

Last Christmas, you both spent it together, huddled on the couch while gossiping and drinking hot chocolate, because both of your flights got canceled due to snow. Then there was the time Jisung forced you to stay awake with him all night because he was scared after watching some bad slasher film, but you told him Disney bedtime stories that eventually made his fear go away.

You can’t help but feel a small pang thinking of whenever he brings you strawberry shortcake from the bakery you like, or all of the times he spam calls you when you’re out late and haven’t informed him. You’ve never fought with Jisung like this, not without him immediately coming after you and begging you to forgive him, even if he wasn’t in the wrong. Being distant with Jisung is a new feeling, and you don’t get how you could ever accomplish that with your best friend in the whole world.

Shaking off your incessant thoughts about Jisung, you turn on your computer, hunching over on your desk in the artificial glow of the screen. You still have a few chapters of reading to get through, and then you have to solve ten long practice problem sets for Chemistry. For now, you’ll have to put off the deliberations that pull at you.

“Y/N.”

You feel someone shaking you awake, gentle hands coaxing you out of an uneasy nap. You lift your head from where it rests on your arms, blearily looking up from where you are slumped over your desk. Your laptop has fallen asleep, the dim glow of your lamp lighting up the room instead. And the blaring, unwelcome red of your digital clock signals an unfortunate time well past twelve. Rubbing your eyes, you finally notice Jisung hovering beside you hesitantly.

“I thought you’d want me to wake you up,” Jisung says, his hands shoved into the pockets of his pajama pants. “I’m sorry.”

He’s wearing a black sweatshirt with the hood pulled up snugly over his head, a few soft pieces of hair messily sticking out from underneath. He looks so cute you want to hug him, but then you remember the events that transpired before you accidentally fell asleep.

“It’s okay. I need to finish working, thanks,” you say dully, both tired from studying and being stuck in this bad day with Jisung.

He shakes his head. “No, I mean, I’m sorry for earlier. At the coffee shop.”

You bite your lip, melting at the regret and sadness in his eyes. Your best friend misses you too. “Can we talk?”

Jisung stays quiet before speaking, and you swear he can probably hear your anticipating heartbeat filling the room. “Are you hungry? We didn’t have dinner.”

He doesn’t answer your question, but you still fold at the thought of how he didn’t eat without you. “Yeah, I am hungry.”

“I’ll make us something.” He turns and heads into the kitchen, and after a second thought, you hurry after him.

Jisung takes off his hood and brings out a metal pot out of one of the cupboards. You watch as he rummages hastily through the fridge, before he shuts it with empty hands. He turns to you with a sheepish look on his face. “So we don’t actually have any food.”

Realization passes between the both of you: in the past few weeks, you both were so immersed in your preparation for your exams that you had completely neglected buying groceries, opting instead for easy pre-cooked meals or food deliveries. Your stomach rumbles loudly, and you rub it, embarrassed, but at least it breaks the tension, as Jisung snorts, an amused look on his face.

“We could go to the store and get something,” he suggests, from where he stands behind the kitchen island.

He fidgets nervously, a reminder of how any other time, you would have jumped at the opportunity to ditch your books and buy cheap junk food with Jisung. But now? You don’t want to go out. You want to stay here, you want to talk to your best friend, you want things to go back to how they were before your fight with Jisung. And yet, you nod your head in agreement, grabbing your apartment keys and wallet from the counter before following Jisung out of the apartment.

The hallways of the building are tainted a vivid yellow from the incandescent lighting, a sharp contrast to the gloomy night outside. The moon is high up in the sky, shrouding the sleepy apartment complex in a silvery glow. There’s no one outside except for a homeless man dozing on one of the benches lining the walkways. But the distant city lights tell you that not everyone slumbers, that outside of your bubble, people have their own lives and stories. The only story that matters to you, however, is the one with the beautiful boy who walks beside you, his step heavy and eyes downcast.

In a matter of wordless minutes, you and Jisung have arrived at your go-to place for midnight runs, a sketchy little convenience store peeking out from behind a cluster of drab office buildings. The neon lighting of the store glows in the dark and reflects in the pools of water left by a mild rain that had graced the land while you were sleeping.

Jisung quickly walks ahead of you and opens the door for you, a blast of air conditioning granting you solace from the humidity. The familiar sight of the plentiful arrays of colorful aisles and the broken fan hopelessly creaking by the entrance pulls you in. You scour the shelves of mouthwatering foodstuffs, before settling in front of one of the sections.

“I don’t know if it’s a noodles or sandwich kind of night,” you wonder out loud, picking up a pack of ramen. You don’t notice Jisung standing behind you, as you assume he’s already zeroed in on the ice cream freezer like he always does.

“Definitely ramen.”

You jump, hugging the packet to your chest as if it would protect you from the perpetrator. Jisung innocently watches you, a small smile playing upon his lips. He holds two wrapped popsicles in his hands, one melon-flavored and one mango-flavored, and stretches the latter out to you. You accept it, returning his smile, and it feels like things are normal again. You know you should bring up what lies unspoken between you two, but you want to preserve this moment for now.

Jisung selects ramen for himself as well, and you both go to the front counter to check-out, failing to exchange any more words as you both just continue to enjoy the calm. After, you both quickly exit the shop and start jogging in synchronization, remembering that a pile of work still awaits you. When you board the bridge that connects the rest of the city to the way back to your apartment, Jisung doubles over, panting.

You decide to take a break, walking over to the edge and drinking in the view. The blurred lights of the magnificent skyscrapers illuminate the midnight sky like lightning, and the river in front of you is littered with cargo ships peacefully gliding along on their separate journeys. You lean against the railing, closing your eyes and letting the wind ruffle your hair. Jisung comes up behind you once more, but when he speaks this time, it’s less of a surprise and more of a comfort.

“Everything is changing,” he says, resting his hands on the railing as well. “I’m scared.”

You open your eyes, turning to face Jisung. His eyes are filled with tears, and your heart reaches out for him. You tightly grasp his hand, trying to convey everything you can’t say to him.

“Talk to me. Please.”

“I’m not ready for all of this. Graduation’s getting closer, and I know you’re excited but… I don’t know, I still feel kind of stuck.” Jisung’s gaze fixates on one of the boats below. “Every time I type out a line of code, I want to smash my keyboard into bits. Every goddamn time.”

His words are strong, but his voice is rough with emotion.

“Jisung, don’t do this if it’s not what you want.”

“We’re literally graduating in a month, Y/N.” Jisung lets out a disbelieving sound. “But that’s not even a concern, because my grad school actually offers a joint program on computers and audio design for engineering students who want to go into music production. But I couldn’t do that, because you barely get paid unless you make it big.”

You frown, setting down the plastic cover of your food. “Well, why not? If anyone could break out, it’s you.”

Jisung shrugs, shaking his head. “I can’t take that risk. Just plain old computer science is the way to go.”

You stay quiet for a second, keenly observing his despairing expression. “Your mom would want you to be happy, Hannie.”

“I could be happy, maybe, one day. But not right now.” Jisung runs a hand through his hair, not meeting your eyes. “You’re moving away next year for your PhD, and I’ll still be stuck here, in a place where you aren’t there.”

“I’m only two hours away. You can get away from campus and visit all the time. We’ll be like the Kardashians taking on a new city!” You crack a watery smile.

Jisung sniffles sadly, and your heart sinks, because you failed to make him happy. Again. But then he looks up at you, a glimmer of humor in his eyes. “Only if I get to be Kourtney.”

You laugh, shoving him in the arm. “Fine.”

And then you both say nothing again, just gazing out at the world beyond this bridge and instant.

“What happened today?” You break the silence— questioning, not accusing.

Jisung groans. “It’s… look, I know we’ve both dated before, but none of them were it. And maybe you never felt that way, but I know for a fact that none of the guys you dated were right for you.”

“Jisung—” you start, but he interrupts you.

“And we’re graduating soon. So I thought you’d realize it by now.” Jisung taps his foot like he always does when he’s nervous, and your pulse quickens at his halting words.

“Realize what?” You ask him softly, trying not to come to any conclusions but betrayed by the treacherous beat of your heart.

The tips of Jisung’s ears turn red. “I- I need you to not say anything. Because I need to say something. And if you don’t like what I say, then I’ll walk away and we can forget everything that transpired here. Okay?”

You maintain your serious expression, although you want to swoon at his adorably flustered state. “Okay.”

Jisung is about to finally reveal what has gotten him so worked up, but then he sighs in frustration, shaking his head. “No. I can’t do this with you looking at me. Can you please turn around? Please?”

Hiding a smile, you oblige him and face the other way. “Okay. I can’t see you now.”

You hear Jisung take a deep breath.

“I’m never going to get this right. Y/N, I like you. And I mean like-like you. Like, romantically. Everything about you, I like. Even your disgusting food combinations, I like. Your smile? Oh god. Don’t go on a date with Soobin. Go with me. I like you.”

Even though the past few minutes manifested Jisung’s declaration, you still whirl around, shocked. “Say what?”

Jisung rolls his eyes. “Seriously? I pour myself out to you and you need me to repeat it? You’re really something, Y/N.”

You smirk, stepping closer and looping your arms around Jisung’s neck. You take in how Jisung’s eyes have widened and how his lips are parted at such an intimate gesture from you, wondering if this is how it feels in the movies, when the heroine finally gets the boy she’s been loving from a distance for so long.

You look up at Jisung, and your heart has never felt so happy. “I guess this is my time to be vulnerable too. I don’t just like-like you, Jisung. I love you.”

It’s Jisung’s turn to be surprised. “Wait, really?”

“Yeah. For a very long time.”

He smiles bashfully, his elation at your own confession evident. “I love you too.”

Jisung tilts his head to his right, as you do the same, almost about to close the miniscule space between you both. And then he pulls away.

You watch Jisung, confused, as he covers his face with his palms, shyly giggling. “I’m sorry, it’s just that I dreamed of this for so long. Can you give me a second?”

Never able to get enough of his antics, you watch as he pulls a stick of chapstick out of his pocket and swipes it on. He dabs his lips carefully before turning back to you.

“Now where were we?”

Before you can even say anything, he’s closed that gap. His lips are soft and sweet, the taste of cherry and vanilla chapstick lingering. You close your eyes and melt into the kiss as Jisung brings up his hands to cradle your face. The sweet scent of him clouds your senses and washes away your inhibitions, and there’s nothing besides you both in this moment. He kisses you like there’s no tomorrow, no exams, no school or anyone else. He kisses you not like a friend, but a lover that he’s yearned for, which certainly wouldn’t be a lie.

You can’t believe that you’ve been pining after Jisung for the mere duration of your college years. It feels like you’ve waited your whole life for this. The murky puddles of water around you and the pungent stench of a nearby dumpster are nowhere near romantic, but with the way you’re kissing Jisung, you might as well be in heaven.

If you dare to predict the future, you’ll have the rest of your life to look forward to moments like this, miss him even when he’s laying in your arms, love him when you both slow dance in the refrigerator light at midnight. And because you’re two broke peas in a pod, you both will definitely conduct more fake proposals with each other when you go out to eat. Hopefully before the real deal. You’ll just have to see who pops the question first.

“Wow,” Jisung breathes against your lips. “My dreams have not done this moment any justice.”

You chuckle, leaning in for another kiss. “Mine too.”

But Jisung dodges your lips, making you scoff as he raises his eyebrows at you. “And what are you going to be doing about Soobin?”

“You should be nicer. Poor Soobin. I wouldn’t have to let him down now if you’d just told me all of this earlier,” you scold Jisung lightly, cupping his chin.

He pouts, swatting at your arms with the oversize sleeves of his hoodie. “Never mind. Let’s stop talking about him.”

You roll your eyes playfully and wrap your arms around his waist, pulling him closer. You’re sure that the lovesick look on Jisung’s face mirrors your own. He may not be perfect, but he’s perfect for you. Your best friend in the whole world. And whatever the future holds, that will never change.

“I love you, Hannie. Love you so much,” you whisper, pressing another soft kiss to his lips. You’ll never, ever get tired of kissing him.

Jisung smiles down at you lovingly, slipping off his hoodie to put it on you, noticing the way you shiver. But you’re not really that cold; it's the way he’s looking at you right now. Not that you’d tell him that. “Let’s go.”

“Where?” You ask, still in a dreamy daze. This day has turned out to be better than any other you’ve ever had. Everything was worth it.

“Home.”

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It's Okay To Not Be Okay - [ Han Jisung ]

🐿 SUMMARY : Your boyfriend had a bad day and you give him exactly what he needs

GENRE : established relationship, fluff, angst

PAIRING : han jisung × gn! reader

CONTENT WARNING : none

WORD COUNT : 1K

When Jisung texted saying he wanted to come over, you replied in no time telling him it was okay and that you would be home soon. You did come home a few hours, exhausted from your long day at work, but it all was worth it seeing Jisung's face in your house. He was seated on your couch, eyebrows furrowed as he watched anime on your TV.

You smiled softly, taking off your shoes and surprising him slightly by sitting down next to him with no heads up. His surprise soon disappears and a smile forms on his face. "How was your day?" You didn't answer right away. You were too busy noticing that his smile didn't quite reach his eyes, or the way he hasn't completely smothered you in kisses or wrapped you in a bear hug.

"Jisung, you okay?" You asked quietly, holding onto his hand that he was fidgeting with.

Jisung sighed. He knew there was no way of hiding himself from you. No matter how convincing his attitude could be for everyone else, you just seemed to see right through him. He stopped bouncing his leg, unable to make eye contact with you. "It's been... it's been a rough day." He muttered after a few moments on silence, his thumb starting to graze over your knuckles. There was more than he was letting on, but you decided to not push him.

Over the course of your nearly one year relationship, you found new sides to Jisung that you've never noticed before. His anxiety being one of them. It surprised you at first because he seemed so open with his members. He was very conserved about it in the beginning, refusing any sort of help or acknowledging it when he was with you. Soon you began to deal with it in a way that he was comfortable with — not asking too much and just going at his pace. Slowly he would open up to you piece by piece and you would find a way to bring back the Jisung you loved so dearly from that dark place in his mind.

"You don't have to say anything. We can just... sit here for a while." You told him, giving a comforting smile while opening your arms to him. He moved closer to you, laying his head on your shoulder, a soft sigh escaping his lips. You wrapped your arms around him tightly, pressing a kiss on his temple. "My day was okay. My boss made me work an extra hour though."

"Your boss is mean." He mumbled against your neck.

"I know right! He thinks he can do anything and that I have no right to question him." I pouted. "But at least I got to see you today." Jisung hummed in response. You started to play with his silver hair — a hair color you were absolutely obsessed with on him. "You wanna take a warm shower? I'll order anything you'd like in the mean time and we can cuddle on the couch and watch a nice movie... like Sweet and Sour! My friend said it was nice. Sounds good?"

"Yeah. It sounds really nice." Jisung looked like he wanted to say something else, but he kept quiet, getting off of you.

While he showered in your bathroom, you ordered his favorite food. Once you were done with that, you went to your room to change into pajamas and pick out a pair of clothes for Jisung that he left at your house. You softly knocked on the bathroom door and only after hearing a faint come in did you open the door. Placing his clothes on the counter, you tried to not gawk at him. Jisung was a very beautiful person to look and it was normally very hard to not look him, but now with him dressed in a towel, it made it very difficult.

"Thank you." He gave you a smile. You returned it and went back to your room to give him some space to change into fresh clothes. You sat at the edge of your bed near a bedside table and did some light skincare when he walked into the room and sat next to you. Jisung looked adorable with his wet silver hair and he smelled like you. It was almost enough to completely melt you. "Your hair's so wet." You said, getting a hairdryer and plugging it into a socket and switching it on. You began drying his hair, combing through it with your hands. Once you were done, it was very fluffy and soft. "It looks perfect. You look perfect."

Jisung blushed, wrapping his hand around you and pulling close so he could hide his face. "Stop teasing me."

You laughed. "Okay, I'm sorry baby. You're just so cute. Let’s eat something, yeah?" Jisung nodded. The two of you went back into the living room. Your takeaway was on the dinner table, freshly delivered. "I didn't know what you wanted to eat, so I just ordered some cheesecake for you. If you want something else, I can make something —"

"This is enough." That was the first time that day he spoke in a firmer tone, firm but affectionate. "You're enough. I don't know what I ever did to deserve you...." Jisung swallowed hard. It was clear he was holding back tears. It felt like a stab straight into your heart. Seeing him hurt so much. He silently plead to come closer to you and the second you nodded, he collapsed into your arms. You rubbed his back soothingly as he let out his sobs, quiet but they rang loudly in your ears. "You're the only one... who never pushes me for anything. You're so patient. and I'm just —"

"Don't say anything." You cupped his face, making eye contact with him. "You're amazing, Han Jisung. It's okay to not be okay. We all have bad days. And I'm here to help you through yours, got that? And if what you need is just someone by your side, then that's what I'll be. I never want to hear you say you're not good enough for me because you are. You’re so amazing. You shine brighter than all the stars. you're the brightest star of all. I just wish... I wish you could see yourself the way I see you."

Jisung was quiet for a while and you were scared you overstepped. Before you could apologize, he held onto your hands, squeezing them. "You're the best, you know that?"

"I try."

"I love you, so damn much." He kissed you softly.

"I love you too baby."

"Now can we eat cheesecake?"

AUTHOR'S NOTE : soft jisung melts my heart 🥺 he's so amazing, he deserves the whole world. also sweet and sour is my new comfort movie, you should go check it out <3

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ellestray · 8 months

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Burden.

Han x gender neutral reader. Angsty fluff. Implied idol!au. Friends to lovers. 826 words.

!! Very small implicit mention of depression.

Note: this is my first fic ever & i'm stepping out of my comfort zone by posting it- i hope you'll like it! i'd be very happy to take any constructive criticism :) also, english isn't my first language, so i apologise for any mistake. thank you for reading! & thank you to the wonderful, talented @astraystayyh for encouraging me and giving me advice 🤍

recommended playlist: from this place - John Pizzarelli there's no such thing as love. nevertheless, - Jeong Eun Park & Park Jungeun non è la fine - Yiruma

"Do you ever wonder how we got here?"

You don't really know if Han is thinking of your respective careers, or your bond that blurred the lines between simple comradeship and romance— but it doesn't matter. Your answer would've been the same anyway.

You acquiesce. "Yeah."

Frankly, he doesn't know what exactly he's asking you about either. It's too late to think about it, anyway. But in this moment, sitting down on the cold floor of the practice room, he can only feel the warmth radiating from your near body. Maybe this very moment is what he's inquiring about.

"It doesn't matter how we got here, honestly. I'm just glad we're here." You add, flashing him a smile in the reflection of the mirror facing you. Seeing this interaction from a third party perspective makes him smile as well. His friends were right; you do look good together.

Since when had your existence become so bright to him, who's so used to darkness? It's like the sun had graced him with its presence, letting him know that it'll be okay. It'll all be okay, as long as you shine.

He wasn't sure how to convey this to you, though.

You've both been fully aware what you have is more than a simple friendship. Lingering touches and long stares were your way of telling each other that you knew. Nonetheless, irrational fears have always kept you from speaking it out. You both are somewhat cynical, dreading the ultimate end before anything had even started.

But the serenity he feels in this moment helps him forget the end could even exist.

"Shouldn't we talk about it?"

This time, you know exactly what he's thinking of.

"I don't know. Should we? We're fine like this." You sigh quietly. You had always been scared of this moment coming, where he's made his mind up, lost patience, or just needs answers from you.

"I mean, we can't just keep playing games forever."

You frown, upset he'd take this lightly. "This isn't a game to me."

"I know, to me neither", he quickly answers. "But we're acting like it. We can't- I can't physically act like you're mine while verbally acting like we're nothing. It hurts."

"Jisung-" You try to interject, but promptly get interrupted.

"We push and pull as if we had an eternity ahead of us. Y/n, we can't wait for each other forever. Waiting always leads to something. There needs to be a moment where the wait stops, and you're finally faced with what you've been expecting."

You stay quiet. It happened a few times before- Han trying to let you know, or at least implying he needed more. He's never been so direct, though, fearing screwing things up by being too blunt. This is new.

"Just me saying this should be enough to halt the wait. I'm crossing the line." He continues, turning to face you, rather than your reflection. "But why does it feel like we're still stuck?"

You allow yourself to take a moment to think, and he lets you. He always does. Even with all this wait talk, he still remains patient. It's almost frustrating.

"You know there's a shit ton of things that are blockages. For... you and I." You look down, trying to internally deal with your nerves.

"Tell me what they are. We can just get rid of them together." His voice is so soft, so quiet it's painful.

We. Together. You might implode if he keeps referring to the both of you as a singular entity.

"There's our careers. We're both drowning in work. Besides, if we get caught, what will people say?"

"If we have time to be friends, we have time to be lovers. We can make time for each other like we always have."

Lovers. That hit you like a ton of bricks.

"And, 'besides', I don't recall you ever caring about people's opinions. You know I don't care either", he resumes. "What's really holding you back, y/n?"

Of course, he could see through you. There's absolutely no point in not being straightforward.

"It's just... Those feelings, they're so unique and overwhelming, it's like they're crushing me. I'm suffocating, I can't keep suppressing them— but I don't know how to deal with them, or how to express them. And, if I'm being honest, I genuinely don't think I'll be able to live if something happens to us because of how much I'm lacking."

"You can learn. That's what love is all about, growing and learning together."

Love. He said it.

"You don't get it, Ji. You deserve for love to be at your image. Loud, prideful, genuine. You deserve someone that will always make you feel as special as you are and.. deeply, intensely loved. I've never had to express those things, and I don't have much room to. I just don't know how to do that."

"Then let me. I'll carry the burden of expressing our feelings."

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byeoltoyuki · 7 days

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✧memories of us ✧ you and me [final]

↳ Pairing: Jisung x Reader

❧ Genre : romance / smut /fluff / 1st love to strangers to lovers

❧ Summary: Sometimes memories are just that. Memories.

A series of drabbles about you and Jisung, about your love and your heartbreak and a second chance.

❧ A/N: And another story that comes to its end. Thank you guys for sticking till the end ♥

Masterlist / previous

The first ray of sun shyly caressed your face. It was the sign of a new, bright, and beautiful day. A day, four years ago you would have never guessed would come. A day, without even knowing it, you were waiting for.

The salty scent of the sea filled your nose as you hugged your legs a little tighter, resting your head on your knees. The view was beautiful as the first lights reflected on the water. It filled your heart with joy and hope for the future.

Another chapter of your life ended but a new one began. One that you swore would be filled with love and laughter, family and perfect moments with your loved one. Not that it would be that hard as long as Jisung was by your side.

You smiled to yourself, thinking about your love story. About the heartbreak and the hardships, you had to go through before finally having a second chance at happiness. Sometimes you wished you could have done things differently to avoid the pain and the tears. But now that you knew the outcome, you would have made the same decisions if it meant you would find your way back to him.

“Having a second thought?” Jisung’s sweet and half sleepy voice interrupted your trail of thoughts. He plopped on the sand behind you, spreading his legs he pulled you into him, wrapping his arms tightly around you.

You inhaled his scent, letting his warmth embrace you. Jisung felt like home and you would always run back to the safety of his arms.

“You’re not planning to run away and leave me alone by the altar, are you?” He asked as you still hadn’t answered him, too happy savoring the moment. “Because that would be so embarrassing and I’ll probably start crying.”

Your heart swell with love and happiness at his words. Jisung could joke all he wanted, but you did leave him once and even if he knew it was his fault, he couldn’t help but worry that it could happen again. You turned in his arms to have a proper look at his face.

Jisung’s eyes were wet with unshed tears. You reached out and cupped his face before planting a soft kiss on his lips. “You have nothing to worry about. There’s no way I’m leaving you ever again. You’re stuck with me, Ji.”

Jisung let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. His body relaxed against you but his grip around you only tightened. He rested his forehead against yours and closed his eyes to enjoy the moment.

“Good. Because I’m not sure I’ll survive without you. I’ve been in love with you from day one. From the moment you tripped this guy to save me. And I never stopped since then.”

Could a person die of happiness? Of Love? Because you were convinced you could die right on the spot. You kissed him again, his lips, his cheeks, his nose, showering him with love.

“For the record, you both annoyed me that day. I was having a lovely moment by myself and you stormed and ruined it.” You told him, your smile widening at the memory.

Jisung chuckled, unimpressed. “And yet, you still fell for the troublemaker.”

That you did. So easily. “I’ll do it all again.”

Jisung leaned in, pushing few strands of hair from your face. “Good. Because I’m planning to annoy you for the rest of our lives.”

“Perfect.”

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pettypuppy-jonghyun · 1 year

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Kiss Me | Han

Summary: you saw the TikTok couple recreate Wattpad men poses, so you made Han do it with you

Warnings: cheesy

@alyszaen he would so do this for you

You beckoned your boyfriend to your side with a plan in mind. He came shuffling across the living room floor to where you stood, phone in hand and a devious smile upon your lips. Despite this, he hadn't seemed to notice anything off about you yet. He wore this most innocent gaze as he came to stand before you.

"We are going to recreate booktok men."

Jisung's eyebrows furrowed as he shoved his hands in his hoodie pocket. "Booktok men?"

You nod fervently, placing your phone down on the back of the couch to get yourself into position. "Yes. I'm going to make you do things bookworms think is super hot and you are going to fulfill all my fantasies."

Jisung's frown turned into a grin almost instantly at the mention of making you happy. He waited for you to figure a couple of things out before following closely behind as you guided him to a wall.

"Now, what I need you to do is press me against this wall." You point to the one behind you. "As you do that, you need to take your left arm and raise it above my head, leaning in."

You mimic the actions like he you had seen originally on TikTok. You take your right knee, lifting it up slightly to signify where Jisung needed to put it. After explaining it thoroughly, you clapped your hands together in confidence.

Jisung hesitantly moves, attempting to be gentle with you as he pushes you back by the top of your chest. You smile brightly, noticing how he reacted the same as the video you had seen. Still, you kept silent as he pressed you firmly against the wall, doing exactly as you instructed and leaning in.

However, to make it more comfortable for him, Jisung's right hand slid up your neck, resting softly at the base of your throat as he lent it. He smirked upon noticing your eyes fluttering up at him, feeling confident in the actions he was performing because of your request.

"Like that?" He whispers, face just mere centimeters from yours. Jisung was not the type to initiate such moves on his own without being somewhat tempted. He's flirted numerous times with you before, almost like a daily habit of his, but booktok actions were a whole other genre for him. Despite this, he wanted to please you in any way possible and did exactly whatever you asked for.

The smirk never left his lips as he breathed heavily on you. The sweet scent of him was too tempting, so you pushed yourself off the wall to meet him halfway. Unfortunately, you are dating a tease, and he backed away instantly. You tried not to pout at the loss of his body against your own.

"What's next?" He asks, laughing to himself when he notices your expression.

You rolled your eyes, moving to glance at your phone again. The couple in the videos had a few different positions they reenacted, so you chose a couple of your favorites to save. The next one was a little less intimate, but still extremely attractive.

"So I'm going to place my arm on your left shoulder, I dunno why but I am, and I need you to wrap your hand around my wrist."

You instructed him where he needed to stand for this one, grabbing his left hand to cross over and grip your wrists lightly. He watched carefully as you pretended to yank him forward, informing him every movement. When he finally got it down, you tried again.

"Ready?" You ask, unable to stop the smile forming.

Jisung waits for you to place your arm on his shoulder before enacting his next part, reaching to grab your arm. However, when he did so, he yanked a little too soon and threw you off balance. Immediately you were pulled into his chest, pushing him back against the wall again.

He starts laughing as he pushes you back, grabbing you by the chin and turning your face side to side to check if you were alright. "I'm sorry, babe." He giggles to himself for a moment as attempts to silence the laughter by biting his bottom lip.

You rolled your eyes at him. "Yank my arm off why don't cha," you grumble. You couldn't help but laugh slightly too, the image of his surprised expression etched into your mind.

You both try again, resuming the previous positions with your hand on his shoulder. This time, Han successfully grasps your wrist in his hold and pulls on it, bringing you right up to his face. Your connected hands raise high into the air to give him more room to close in on. You could tell that now you wore the surprised expression.

"Gotcha," he teases, quickly pecking your lips before releasing you and attempting to walk away.

You grabbed his hood for his sweatshirt, forcing him to stop in place. "Not so fast," you warn him, peeking your head over his shoulder. He tried to looks down at you but found it difficult while still facing forward.

"What? You got more?"

It was your turn to smirk. "No, but you owe me so many kisses now."

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stayteezdreams · 6 months

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Corn Maze

Plot: You and Han get lost in a corn maze after losing a bet. Should be fine right? But wait...did that scarecrow just move?

Pairing: Han Jisung x Gn!Reader

Prompt: "If you say we should split up I will kill you." + "Wasn't that scarecrow facing the other way before?" Requested by: @tumbleboof

Warnings: Nothing, just some kind of creepy stuff.

Words: 1.06k

You could feel the pit in your stomach growing as you stared at the entrance of the corn-maze. Han stood beside you with a look of despair, as the others snickered and teased you from behind.

"Well? Are you going or not?" Minho asked with a snarky voice before you looked back and glared at him.

He glared playfully back at you before you and Han locked eyes.

"Yeah yeah, let's get this over with."

You followed Han into the maze as the others yelled out various encouragement and parting farewells.

After a full day of games and various bets, you and Han were the losing team. Your forfeit was having to make it through the creepy corn maze in thirty minutes or less, or the two of you would be paying for everyone's dinner.

It wouldn't be too bad if it weren't for the biting chill in the air, not to mention the darkening sky above you.

"Why did we have to do this when it's starting to get dark?" You asked as you gazed up at the dark blue sky.

Han mumbled, "So it's scarier."

"It's already creepy enough" You replied as you peered through the corn on either side of you.

Reaching back, Han took your hand in his. Whether it was to comfort you or him, you didn't know, but you also didn't care, you'd take whatever comfort you could get.

The soft wind that blew through the corn made it shake and rattle around you. Often times you thought you heard footsteps, but there was never anyone around.

In the distance you could sometimes hear Changbin or Lee Know yell out, as they obviously had fun in the nearby field as they waited for the two of you on the other side.

You weren't sure how long had passed as you and Han came to a path that lead two directions.

"Does it count if one of us makes it out in the thirty minutes?" Han mumbled as he glance over at you.

"If you say we should split up I will kill you."

He let out a sharp breathy laugh. "Okay, okay, no splitting up. But which way should we go?"

You hummed. "I can her their voices from that direction, so maybe the path that's closer?"

Han nodded, "Sounds good."

As you made your way down the path, you hoped it wouldn't be too long before you made it out. The atmosphere only became creepier as the sky grew darker. You knew Han could feel it too as his hand seemed to tighten around yours and the two of you started to walk a little faster.

"How big is this thing anyway?" You asked in frustration as you and Han ran into another dead end.

Han turned and began jumping up and down, trying to peer over the corn.

He groaned, "The corn is too tall."

You smirked as you turned and began heading back the way you came, "No, you're just too short."

"Hey!" He yelled in surprise as he chased after you, making you laugh.

"Oh God" Your voice cut off your amused giggles as you and Han rounded another corner, revealing the tall Scarecrow you knew to be in the middle of the maze.

"I didn't realize how creepy it was before."

You and Han stared at the sunken faced scarecrow. It had no eyes, but indents where they would be.

Han shivered dramatically before he looked around. "Okay so...the scarecrow was facing the entrance right?"

You nodded as you kept your eye on the scarecrow, feeling as though it was looking back at you.

"Which means we need to go this way!" Han yelled in triumph as he grabbed your hand and pulled you along.

After a few more turns and some brief arguing as to which way to go, you looked back towards the maze and did a quick double take as you saw movement. You felt goosebumps rise up your arms as you realized the scarecrow was now facing you.

"Han."

"Yeah?"

"Wasn't that scarecrow facing the other way?"

Han looked at it and let out a shiver, "Don't try and scare me!"

You met his eyes and his face fell. "I'm not. I'm serious, it was facing the other way."

Han looked back at the scarecrow was he replayed your steps and moment in his head. He just shook his head.

"It couldn't have, we're just all turned around. Come on let's go, just don't look at it again."

You spared the scarecrow one more glance as the pit in your stomach grew.

Hearing the voices of the other's getting louder you and Han rapidly rounded a few more corners before finally finding the exit. You both ran out in glee and relief as you were met with cheers and applause.

"Only ten minutes too slow! Looks like you're paying for dinner after all!" Chris laughed and you and Han groaned.

"At this point I don't care, I'm just glad to be out of there." You mumbled.

"Why did you guys move the scarecrow?" Felix asked and your breath hitched. You felt Han freeze beside you.

"What?"

"Yeah, it was weird, the scarecrow started rotating, it was creepy." Hyunjin laughed. "Why did you guys do that?"

"Shut up, that was you guys!" Han said with an accusing tone and the others all looking between each other.

"None of us have gone in the maze? We're all here, we were waiting." Seungmin said with a hint of amusement, but you could also hear the discomfort.

You and Han locked eyes and you smacked his arm. "I told you it moved! I knew it had been facing the other way!"

You looked at the others and they could sense your obvious fear. Looking back at the scarecrow only to see it now facing all of you, when it had previously been looking away, you felt the moment everyone held their breath in realization.

"Wait!" I.N started to stutter out "But- wasn't it just-"

Changbin let out a startled yell. "No! Nope, I'm leaving!"

His loud voice echoed as he turned and began moving towards the car park, with all of you following closely behind.

Whether it was a stranger in the corn maze just wishing to scare you, or something else entirely, you had no intention of finding out.

xx End xx

Just a short and sweet bonus oneshot for the day!

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slytherinshua · 11 months

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[ 9:54pm ]

“Baby, what’s wrong? I know we didn’t leave the party just because you didn’t like any of the food there.” You said seriously, facing your boyfriend who had been keeping his eyes to the floor ever since you had stepped back into your house.

“It’s nothing.” Jisung sighed.

“It’s something. You won’t even look at me.” You stepped closer to him, cupping his cheeks with your hands, leading his eyes to stare into yours.

“Your friend at the party.” He finally mumbled.

“Which friend?”

“With the black leather jacket and the repulsive stench of alcohol.” He explained, pout starting to form the longer he looked at you.

You tilted your head, trying to remember if there was such a person who you interacted with at the party. Eventually, you gave up and shook your head, “I’m gonna be honest, I was too busy looking at you all night to notice anyone else.”

That made Jisung loosen up a bit, relaxing his face into a small smile before he frowned again, “But he was definitely trying to flirt with you.” He complained, his hands wandering to clasp around your wrists and bringing your hands down from his face.

“He must’ve failed pretty badly since I didn’t even know someone was attempting to flirt with me.” You shrugged.

“But I knew.” Jisung whined and you giggled.

“Are you jealous right now? Is that what I’m hearing?”

Jisung let out a sigh, “...Maybe?”

“Baby,” You put extra emphasis on the term of endearment, intertwining your fingers with his and giving his hand a squeeze, “You have no need to get jealous of anyone else being beside me when you looked this stunning tonight.” You mumbled the last part, inching your face ever closer to his, making him blush a little.

“I couldn’t take my eyes off of you.” You whispered against his lips, practically kissing him, but not quite enough to make Jisung satisfied. He leaned forward ever so slightly to press his lips to yours with more determination than you were showing previously.

Jisung getting jealous wasn’t a common experience, and you quickly realised that jealous Jisung kissed you much more firmly than your usual soft boyfriend. His hand slipped to your waist to pull you as close as possible (as if you could get any closer than you already were), and his lips continued to move in sync with yours.

When he pulled away, he collapsed against your shoulder, nudging his face close to your neck to press softer kisses there. You laughed at how suddenly clingy he was.

“I think I like it when you get jealous.” You said teasingly, earning another shy mumble from your boyfriend about how unfair it all was.

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tokkibbang00 · 10 months

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BACKBURNER - HAN JISUNG (1)

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS, DO NOT INTERACT. UNEDITED.

synopsis: It's no secret to anyone with eyes that the two of you had something special. But sometimes, special isn't just enough. You think you can stay away and prevent yourself from further falling for Han Jisung. Clearly, you were wrong. No matter how much you try to walk away, he always comes back after you— always comes back to you. inspired by Niki's Backburner.

rating: (n)sfw

pairing: idol!jisung x idol!afab reader, ??? x idol!afab reader

genre: slight angst, hints of fluff (ig), idol!au, mutual pining.

warnings: cursing, slightly suggestive, jisung is kind of stupid and is a red flag 😭, kind of dialogue heavy.

word count: 3051

date posted: 07-07-23

It feels like fate was testing your patience, and the test comes in the form and name called: Han Jisung.

Comeback season was over and you were drinking with your bandmates in the dorm to celebrate. A few cans of beer were scattered on the table alongside bags of potato chips and cups of ramyeon. You were enjoying the quiet night, while your youngest was out with her friends in a PC Room near your place and the two Japanese members were tasked to buy more alcohol downstairs after 3 games of rock, paper, scissors.

Everything was going well, until someone started calling you in the middle of your small celebration.

It's been almost 20 minutes and your phone has been buzzing non-stop on the table. Yunjin and Chaewon stared at the moving object with you; you didn't want to answer it despite the annoying buzzing it's making.

“Are you sure you don't want to answer that?” Chaewon asked, pulling her legs up to her chest as she leaned back on her chair.

You shook your head at her, finishing your beer and placing the empty can back down. You looked back at your phone, seeing he was still calling you.

“What are the both of you and Jisung anyways? It's been like this ever since who the fuck knows when,” Yunjin stated, concern in her tone as she sees you zoning out on the object in front of you.

You were obviously tired of this.

You and Jisung have a complicated relationship.

The both of you go way back since you were trainees in JYP. You ended up moving to Source Music a few years later and debuted under Le Sserafim, while he debuted under Stray Kids.

You've been friends with him for 8 years now.

At some point, the both of you were closer than others.

You'd attend their concerts and be the one who waits for him backstage afterwards, congratulating the group. He'd be the one sending you snacks or taking you out to meals during his free time whenever you were too busy to even eat.

When he's out on tour overseas, he'd never forget to get you souvenirs that remind him of you. He would message or call you in the middle of the night just to show you random things he'd encountered throughout his travels.

The both of you had your secret rendezvous near Han River when the nights were quiet. Catching up in life or ranting whatever it was bothering you that day.

It was inevitable that you would fall for him at some point.

You mustered up all the courage that you can get and tried confessing to him a few years ago. He reciprocated your feelings, but it was all complicated due to their dating ban and you were just a trainee.

The both of you decided to stay friends after that. Everything stayed the same. As if you were back to square one.

He and the guys congratulated you when you debuted. They've been in the industry for four years and you finally got to be with them. Jisung's dating ban has been lifted and your company was freer than most.

Maybe you got your hopes up. But even then, nothing has changed.

You and Jisung were at a standstill.

Ever since a year ago, you thought it'd be different. Your lingering feelings towards him were growing and it aches you that you can never really call him yours. You have no right to be jealous whenever you'd see him flirting with other idols backstage. You have no right to prevent him from dating other people.

It's been different with him. As if he forgot your confession and his own from a few years ago altogether.

This time, you swore to yourself you'd distance yourself from him; prevent yourself from developing any further feelings.

But in the end, he'd always run back to you.

It feels like he's been keeping you within his reach, but never keeping you at all.

You got your phone, declining the call and turning it off.

“We're human beings, that's what we are.” You sighed, throwing your phone towards the couch.

Yunjin rolled her eyes at your response, “No shit, you guys are. What are you planning to do now?”

You shrugged at her, popping a chip in your mouth. Internally, you were struggling on keeping yourself at bay and not succumb to the temptation of answering or checking your phone.

Your two members couldn't help but just look after you through the night.

“Congrats on the new comeback bubs! I'm sorry I wasn't here to celebrate with you.”

You can't help but smile as you hear Chan's voice on the other end of the line.

“Don't apologize! I'm glad that the tour was a success.”

You can feel him smiling with how upbeat his voice was when he thanked you.

“I got something for you, of course. We should make-up for the celebration sometime soon. By the way— Sungie has been moping since yesterday when we came back from the airport. What happened?”

You nibbled on your lower lip, leaning back on the chair and staring at the studio's ceiling. It's almost 11:00 p.m and you were at the company's studio working before Chan called you.

You purposely did not answer Jisung's calls last night. Besides the fact that you were celebrating with the girls, you know he'd invite you back at their dorms and you'd easily give in and go to him immediately.

You doubt he'd be sulking because of you.

“I don't know, I didn't answer his calls last night because I was busy with the girls. I texted him right after though.” You said, your tone unsure.

On the other end of the line, Chan was in his company's studio too. Instead of finally taking a break before their comeback, he was doing last minute polishes to their songs. He took a break to call you and check up on you. The topic of Jisung wasn't the reason why he called you anyways.

He just really missed you.

Chan nodded even though he knew you couldn't see him. He knew what's been happening between you and Jisung but he never interfered, it was something the both of you had to deal with yourselves and he'd only act on it if he sees that something needs to be done.

He hummed, saving his files and closing his laptop. “He'd get over it, he's a big guy now. Tell me if I need to knock some sense into him— I mean that as gently as I can though.”

You chuckle at him, you knew he was always soft and gentle towards the guys. But his words would really kick you into your senses when he tries.

“Don't worry Chris, I got this. You should try resting, you just came back from tour and you're working again.”

“I'll be fine, I'm packing up anyways.”

“Mhm, good.”

A few seconds of comfortable silence passes through the line until you hear him zipping up his bag. “I'll text you when I get back at the dorms, okay? See ya Y/N~” He said cutely.

You can't help but smile as you said your goodbyes to him and then dropping the call.

“Has Y/N finally came to her senses and broken up with you?”

Hyunjin teased the man who was pacing around his small studio. He was finishing the painting he left before they went to do the last leg of their tour.

Although he was finding the man's distress slightly amusing, the squeaking from the wooden floor— not so much. Hyunjin's eyebrows furrowed as he took one of his unused paintbrushes and threw it at Jisung, hitting him on the back of his head.

“Ow! What was that for!?” Jisung complained, phone on one hand as the other rubbed the spot where the pointed end of the paintbrush hit him.

“Sit the fuck down and give me back my paintbrush. The floor is as creaky as it is. You're ruining the peace in here.”

Hyunjin went back to his painting as Jisung followed his orders and huffed, looking at his phone screen.

The last thing you messaged him was for him to go and rest. He hasn't heard from you ever since a few days ago when they came back. He was so used to you just being, you know, there. You were always by his side and so was he to yours.

Ever since they left for the final stops of their tour, you've been distant. Jisung noticed that.

“We were never together in the first place, Hyun.” He mumbled under his breath, closing his phone and placing it in his pocket.

“Oh, I know.” Hyunjin snickered at him, stopping for a while and turning to the man seated near him. “You know— If you don't do anything about it, they're going to get tired of whatever's going on between the both of you eventually.”

“I feel like that's far from happening?” Jisung replied, unsure.

Hyunjin rolls his eyes at the level of stupidity he was showing. He can't help but hit him with his paintbrush once more, earning another groan from the boy.

You have been Hyunjin's friend for as long as Jisung has. It's no secret that you two had a connection of some sort. He saw what the both of you had— you couldn't just stay away from one another.

There are times where his blood would boil just because he's a witness on how Jisung would treat you. He goes around getting caught in dating rumors and actually dating other people when the both of you had something going on.

His friend was a red flag, or maybe just oblivious. But he could never really understand what goes on in Jisung's head.

The fact that you have been distant from him these days is basically a neon sign flashing in front of everyone's eyes already.

The boys already noticed it since a year ago. Hyunjin can't believe that it took so long for Jisung to even did.

“God, you're so stupid.” Hyunjin says before turning back to his painting. “Why can't you just fight for her? Ever since the both of you confessed to each other 3 years ago, everyone thought you're gonna get together.”

“We had a dating ban and she was still training.”

“Then why did you continue to see other people except for her? Why didn't you just wait for her?”

“She deserves someone better than me.”

“I'm glad you know it too, Sherlock. But that's not a good enough reason for you to constantly keep her just in arm's reach. You could've just been clear to her from the start.”

Jisung knew he was continuously fucking up.

He was scared of losing you.

He was content in what you guys had. The both of you were constantly there for each other and were supporting one another. He was scared of losing his support system and his best friend.

He's stupid, but not that stupid.

He knows that what you guys have will eventually end. Maybe it's wishful thinking to even hope that it wouldn't. Jisung thinks this isn't going to end badly nor would it end so soon.

He knows you— Right?

He never really thought of it that far. But the idea of losing you sends his heart plummeting down to his stomach.

Jisung shrugged off Hyunjin's statement. “Whatever, let's talk about this next time. I'll try to call her again. I'll be in my room if you need me.”

Hyunjin hums a reply, eyes concentrated on the canvas.

He stood up from the chair, fingers brushing his hair as he started walking towards the door. Before he walked out of the studio, Hyunjin calls his attention once again.

“If it's not your stupidity that ends the both of you. Someone else might. Don't regret it when the time comes.”

It's been a week since the boys came back to South Korea. They finally have a few weeks off for themselves before they start preparing for their comeback again.

You pulled up your facemask up to your nose bridge and fixed your beanie as you looked around your surroundings. You were seating on a blanket you've laid out near Han River. It's past midnight and there were still a few people walking around the main trail, either going home or were hanging out with friends and lovers.

You sighed out, warming your hands and placing them inside your hoodie pockets. You had to be careful. If anyone were to recognize you, you'd be in great trouble. You didn't want to get into a rumor early on your career.

Most especially, not with Jisung.

You clearly haven't learned your lesson since you agreed on meeting up with him tonight.

He called you up last week, saying that he missed you and he wanted to give you a present. It took a lot of convincing for you to agree and go here.

You'd like to think you're just here for the souvenir he got you. But you know to yourself that's not true.

You were tucked away on the further side of the park to ensure that no one would be suspicious of you. The only people who sat around you were a couple who was stargazing and a guy who decided to take a break from walking his dog.

“Sorry to keep you waiting, I got you beer though!”

You felt your heart skip a beat as you hear his familiar voice behind you. His hand touching your shoulder as he sat beside you.

You raised an eyebrow at him, “How did you know it was me? Maybe I was just some random stranger. Poor you would be so embarrassed.” You teased him, getting the can of beer from his hands.

He lowered his facemask for a quick second just to stick his tongue out at you before pulling it back up again.

“You always wear the same bunny beanie every time we're here. How could I not recognize you?”

You thank the heavens that it was dark out and you had your facemask on. You couldn't help but feel your cheeks heat up.

Note to self, wear Zuha's cap next time.

Time always felt like it slowed down when it was just the two of you. Whether it was here, in your dorms, or out in your favorite places. The two of you looked like you came straight out of a movie.

He cozied himself to your side, legs stretched out on the blanket while he leans on his right hand which he placed on the ground behind you.

You guys eventually fell into random conversation. Talking about his tour and a bunch of new animes that you've been planning to watch. After a while, Jisung placed the empty can of beer beside him and decided to finally address what's been bothering him the past week.

“So, how are you? I haven't heard from you since I came back.”

Jisung tried to played it off nonchalantly, even though he feels like he's going to barf his heart out soon. He was nervous finally seeing you again, after what feels like months of not. He knows you've changed, but that isn't going to stop him from getting closer to you.

You hummed in response, finishing the can of beer he gave you. “So-so. We got busy promoting our comeback. Sorry for the other night, really. The dorm girls wanted time together.”

“It's fine, I understand.” He said, “Congrats on the comeback, by the way.”

He glanced at you.

You were looking out towards the river. The lights from the bridge and park reflected down on the water and the soft wind was blowing your hair out of your face.

You look beautiful in his eyes.

In reality, you were looking out because you were trying to avoid his gaze.

“Thanks, Chan told me we should go out and celebrate some time soon.”

“And I agree with whatever hyung says.”

You groaned, “Yeah, but I'm too lazy these days.”

“But you're going to be hanging out with us! I'm sure you missed me a lot.” He teased.

You scoffed, even if you knew he was right. “Sure. Whatever floats your boat, Han.”

You leaned back, his arm acting as a back rest. You looked at him, finally locking your eyes with his. Your faces were inches away from each other. You want to look away but you can't, his eyes reeled you in.

He always had that effect on you.

Jisung can't help but bring up his hand to your cheek, thumb grazing softly on your skin before his fingers gently tangle themselves into your hair.

“Sung... What are you doing?” You whispered. Your hand slowly wrapping around his wrist.

Your ears were ringing and your head was going numb.

This has never happened to the both of you. No matter how close you guys were, Jisung always avoided any further intimacy other than a hug or a cuddle.

His mouth was slightly parted, while his eyes were focused on your lips. He didn't know what to say.

What would it feel like to have your lips on his, was the only thought that ran through Jisung's mind at that moment. His heart was beating faster as knots form in his stomach. He inhaled, smelling your perfume that he absolutely adored.

He can't help but close his eyes.

He usually had control over his feelings, but tonight was different. The past month has been different.

Maybe it's the alcohol or maybe it's just you.

He slowly leaned in, your foreheads touching and noses nudging. Your upper lip grazing the other's, feeling each shallow breath they were taking. He can feel your eyelashes softly brush his cheek.

You sighed.

“We can't.”

Jisung's eyes immediately shot open as you pulled away, inching away from him as you pulled up your mask.

He was confused. He knew you liked him, and he liked you too. At some point this was going to happen.

What he failed to realize was that, your mind immediately doubted his intentions. Reminding you how he still dated other people and practically forgot about both of your confessions, as if he didn't confess that he had feelings for you.

“Y/N. What do you mean?”

You immediately stood up, getting your things. Slinging your backpack over your shoulder, “I have to go.”

Tears threatened to spill out your eyes as you turned away from him.

You should be happy, but you weren't.

Before Jisung had the chance to stop you, you were already walking away from him. Leaving him standing there with thoughts plaguing his head and his gift still sitting inside his bag.

NOTE: Characters presented do not represent anyone mentioned in the story. This is a work of fiction and is not real.

a/n: i finally got into posting this— i've been busy these days. so, i'm sorry for the inactiveness. how was comeback season for you guys? (being a multi was hard during may to june, july is looking pretty sus too 👁👁)

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