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markiemelon · 1 month

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chewing gum

genre fluff ! no warnings

pairings jisung x gn!reader

— 1:23 pm ˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚

you’d had your eye on this cute boy in your class for a while now.

park jisung was the boy that everyone had an eye for. he was good looking, smart, funny, sweet, and he always shared his gum.

“jisung, can i have some gum” somebody asked, then another, and another.

you didn’t really see the appeal of jisung’s gum, but you were curious to understand. you approached the crowd of people surrounding the popular boy’s desk, and your heart skipped a beat at the sight of the class celebrity. after a minute of staring, you built up the courage to say something. “can…” you stuttered. “i have a piece of gum?”

your sudden interruption took the attention away from jisung and heads turned to face you.

jisung raised his eyebrows at your request. “sorry. im all out.” he regretted to tell you.

your face was pink with embarrassment and you slowly backed yourself away from the table, so the group just went back to talking. “so jisung. do you like anybody?”

“yeah, i do, actually.” he responded.

hearing that, you figured you should just give up on him now before you try too hard and get hurt.

the next morning you walked into class and you couldn’t believe what was sitting on your desk. it was a stick of jisung’s gum. you gently lifted it up and unfolded it, and there was something written on it.

the inside of the wrapper read:

yn, sorry i didnt have any gum for you yesterday… i hope this makes up for it.

- jisung

you couldn’t stop smiling. you looked around the room to spot jisung, and you found him already smiling at you from his desk.

for the rest of the day, you couldn’t look at jisung without feeling shy.

the next morning you walked into class to see yet another shiny wrapper on top of your desk.

you immediately went to open it up, and you found another message inside:

will you go out with me?

no = ignore this

yes = blow a bubble

- jisung ♡

as much as your heart was fluttering, you started to panic. you’ve never been able to blow bubbles with your gum, and it seems like jisung was expecting a response soon. he was eying you from his desk on the other side of the room, you even made eye contact with him. you just smiled awkwardly, tucked the wrapper into your bag and popped the gum into your mouth.

the gum was flavorless at this point, but you still had to blow that bubble. at the end of the day, you hadn’t figured it out yet, but jisung approached you.

“hi yn.”

“hi.”

“sorry if I made you uncomf-”

“jisung.”

“—yeah?”

“how do i blow a bubble?”

he smiled.

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ronjunnie · 9 days

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JISUNG FIC RECOMMENDATIONS

SERIES

arcane

ONESHOTS

sweeter than honey (30.5k)

let me teach you how to smash (m) (22k)

the ukiyo standalone; (20k)

8 letters (18.2k)

are you e.t? no i'm j.s (16k)

oh boy (15.3k)

presenting (m)

your child is at register 7 (2.5k)

pushed away (1.5k)

dance practice (1.4k)

drunk jisung is clingy... and kiss-driven (1.3k)

sickening love.

testing... (m)

wisdom teeth

small hands

TIMESTAMPS

2:19 pm

8:01 am

10:20 pm

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doliest · 9 months

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02:07 AM

genre fluff, pairing boyfriend!jisung x reader

the wind during this time at night is cold against your skin. your sleepwear does nothing to help you feel warmer. jisung, on the other hand, looks rather comfortable in his hoodie and sweats. ‘good for him,’ you think, as you’re practically shivering on the balcony.

you’re not even sure why you’re out here at this time. all you know is that jisung dragged you by the hand outside while you were peacefully on your phone. it seems he noticed the confused look on your face as he gives you an answer. “i knew you were having trouble sleeping, so i thought we could just stare at the stars.” there’s a goofy smile on his face, one that always makes you melt.

“i could even talk to you about all my theories about space, not that you haven’t heard all of them before. you know, so i could bore you and get you to fall asleep.” he chuckles, leaning on ledge of the balcony. the light of the moon reflects on his eyes. you look at him in utter admiration.

you lean on the ledge next to him, trying to ignore the cold metal of it touching your arm. “your space talk never bores me, no matter how many times you tell me about it,” you assure him. he looks at you as if you were a shooting star in the dark sky. “really?”

at this point, jisung has noticed how cold you are. he takes off his hoodie for you to wear, which you gladly accept. he wraps his arms around you for good measure. you return the hug, enjoying his warmth. “yes, really. come on, tell me about the aliens again.”

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gyeomsweetgyeom · 9 months

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[4:12 pm]

You felt like a weight had been lifted off your chest. A month of study groups, flashcards, pages of notes, studying late into the night, and meeting with your teacher for more help was finally done! You had been stressed out of your mind for months, you felt like you understood the topic well enough to pass the test, and then you got the test.

Every question had you second guessing the answers that you knew you studied for days. The questions were so weirdly phrased, the essay questions asking you to go into detail about something that wasn't even covered in depth in class. You crossed your fingers as you handed it in and tried to put it out of your mind on your way home.

But now, you were curled up under your favorite blanket going over the questions of the test and wondering if you had given the right answers. You were stuck in your head feeling the stress of the test that had already happened, again.

You were still staring blankly at the tv, stuck in your head, when Jisung walked in. "How was your test? How do you think you did?" He asked you as he laid beside you.

"It was so hard Jisung, I don't even think I passed," you mumbled, burrowing yourself into your chest.

"Of course you did, my love. You studied so hard, I'm sure you have that text book memorized front to back. Heck, I'm sure I know everything on that test because of you. If you did everything you could to study and studied as long as you did, but you still don’t pass- which you will- then that’s a reflection on your teacher, not you. You're a genius my love," Jisung told you while he rubbed comforting small circles on your back.

"I just feel like I want to lay here and cry my eyes out until the grades come out and have you tell me if I passed," you whined.

"Look at me," Jisung lightly pushed your shoulders until you had enough space to look at each other eye-to-eye, "You worked hard for this, you studied for a whole month harder than I'm sure anyone else in your class did. How is it possible for my little genius to fail when you studied using every method you could? If you still want to cry your eyes out, I'll hold you and rub your back. But if you also want to just chill out, order a pizza, and forget this test forever, we can do that too."

You pouted, your eyed filling with tears as you quickly nuzzled yourself into his chest once again. Jisung tentatively asked, "Did you choose the crying?"

You shook you head, "You're the best boyfriend on the whole planet, I just love you so much."

He blushed, stuttering, "I didn't even do much."

"You don't have to do much Jisung, you do enough for me," you told him before leaning in to place a kiss on his cheek.

"Well, if you want me to do more than just order a pizza, I can find someway to annoy your professor too. I think there's a company that sends envelopes full of glitter, or I can catch a bird and set it loose in his car-"

You placed your hand over his mouth before he continued rambling on about who even knows what, "Just pizza is great. Thank you, my love."

He nodded, voice muffled by your hand, "pizza it is."

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armysantiny · 7 months

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23:15 – 지성 (Jisung)

Min's notes; fully inspired by the time my cramps were so bad i was frozen still in my kitchen. i didn't break a glass tho-

Y/n freezes when the glass slips out of her hand, breath caught in her throat as shockwaves of pain go up the lower part of her back. There’s broken glass on the floor, water everywhere and period-induced agony; it’s overwhelming. Unable to bring herself to move even a step, y/n’s rooted to the spot, tears very quickly burning her eyes.

“Baby?” Jisung calls out, and y/n feels the drip of tears on her cheek, unable to call out to her boyfriend, “is everything okay? Did something break?”

The resulting silence consumes Jisung, compelling him to untangle himself from the blanket fort and wonder into the kitchen. Worries chip away at him during the short distance from the living room and the kitchen, and Jisung’s heart drops when he sees y/n. Standing with glass at her feet.

He sees the tears, and more or less leaps into action.

“Lift your foot for me?” He asks, brushing what he can into the dustpan and checking for any cuts. There aren’t any, and relief ultimately washes into his chest. He dries the water off of the floor, drops the cloth in the sink and offers to help y/n walk into the living room to continue their movie night.

Y/n melts into her boyfriend’s arms, basking in his embrace. The pain’s still there, and y/n allows herself to be waddled into the living room, bundling under the blanket fort, and pulling the nearest cushion flush against her abdomen. Jisung returns a few moments later, hot water bottle in one hand, painkillers, and a glass water in the other. Her saviour.

“Delivery for my favourite person ever?”

“Han Jisung you’re a godsend.” She downs the painkillers, replacing the cushion with the hot water bottle. The relief is immediate, and y/n plants several appreciative kisses onto Jisung’s face.

“Thank you baby, and, you know, about the glass—”

“Don’t worry about it~ it’s just one glass, we can replace it, but” Jisung shuffles in closer, bringing his face right up to y/n’s ear. “A few more kisses would be perfect, you know?”

Y/n rolls her eyes, fond.

“C’mere you.”

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silv3rswirls · 2 years

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[8:57 PM]

The room was silent between the two of you; a rare occurrence given how chatty you and Jisung tended to be on evenings like this. Evenings that happened after a few days of not seeing one another and neither of you could stop the giggly excitement of catching up and spending time together. But tonight, you have settled into gentle quietness with ease. You were sitting comfy on the bed, finishing up folding your laundry. Jisung was curled up beside you, playing a game on his phone the last time you checked. You were content with the occasional touch of his body snuggling closer to you, not much up to talking his ear off. He seemed to be just as content with this evening as well; basking beside you in complete silence say for the rustle of clothing and his soft hums reacting to his game.

“Hey” Jisung murmured, almost sleepy sounding as he stretched. He’d set his phone down a bit ago, spending the last few minutes just staring up at you, turning to lay on his stomach and wrap his arms around your body and rest his head against your thigh. “Hey” he repeated, smiling up at you when you turned your gaze down at him.

“Hey” you smiled, running a hand through his hair. “Do you need something?”

He hummed, “no, I just wanted to show you something.”

“What is it?” You quirked a brow, looking for his discarded phone in the assumption he wanted to show off his new high score or some post he had come across.

“Did you know I can hold the whole world in my hands?”

“The whole world?”

“Mhm, the whole world” he went on, eyes widened in over exaggeration.

“Show me then” you entertained while Jisung pushed your hand away from his hair. He sat up a bit more, reaching out to cup your face in his hands. You giggled, leaning into his touch with a small smile. “Very cute of you, but I’m not the whole world.”

“You’re my whole world.” He replied without a thought.

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skzinka · 1 year

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“ DON'T LEAVE ME ” ft. han jisung

timeline : december, 2021

summary : it's time to go. (ft. lua of ateez)

word count : 1.1k>

walking out of the room after her argument with chan, inka furiously rubbed her face to wipe away the tears that flowed from her eyes, ignoring the other members who looked at her with questioning gaze. she hurried to go to her room, slamming the door with a loud crash, before bursting into tears on the floor.

her heart hurting terribly, as if a dagger was piercing her chest — it was the last straw. she felt like a nobody, she felt betrayed, trampled, as if all the confidence in her had been shattered. maybe her reaction was abusive, but she definitely couldn't stand this atmosphere anymore : she was suffocating.

coughing until she lost her lungs while beating her chest repeatedly, the girl was desperately trying to regain a steady breath while she stopped crying. getting up after a few minutes, inka walked to her closet and pulled out a large bag, carelessly placing several clothes inside.

she couldn't take it anymore, it was too much for her.

suddenly, a few barely audible knocks were heard against the door of her room — and although she didn't want to see anyone, he left her no choice and entered the dark room.

« are you okay? » asked her interlocutor, although he thought it was a silly question seeing the pitiful state of his elder's face. inka raised her head for a few seconds, meeting jisung's gaze before sniffing, « no. i'm clearly not okay. »

jisung bit his lower lip, nervous about suddenly entering into inka's room. then, he slid his eyes to her best friend's bed, noticing the bag full of clothes on it, and his heart began to race — but out of fear.

« talk to me, i'm here for you. » he said in a soft, concerned voice, but inka was annoyed, sad, overwhelmed by the whole situation that was eating her up inside. closing her eyes for a few seconds to calm down, inka rubbed the bridge of her nose mechanically. everything she had kept inside her for a whole year was coming out as if a black beast was unleashed — and it was not good at all.

kalaya was the kind of girl who kept everything to herself, until the day her tolerance gauge reaches its limit and she explodes. suffering alone in her corner was definitely not the best of her ideas, but she was like that after all : keep everything to herself so as not to worry anyone.

but now she had shed too many tears and had allowed too many inappropriate things to happen, it was time for her to show that she deserved better.

a sigh left her lips as she dropped her body onto her bed, burying her head in her hands, « the thing is, i don't feel like i'm a member of stray kids anymore, jisung. »

jisung thought his heart was going to give out when he heard his elder's statement — he didn't think she felt that bad. obviously, she looked so much more worse than a previous years ago, but now her sadness was increasingly felt. inka was always someone he admired : a strong and persevering girl who never gave up despite all the difficulties she may have encountered. helpful, always there for others, putting the well-being of her loved ones before her own all the time. inka was amazing. jisung sometimes dreamed of being like her. but at the moment, all he could see was a young girl destroyed by a situation of which she was the one and only victim. she had endured all this alone, locked up every day in her bubble of bad vibes, while putting on a brave face in front of people, not to leave a single trace of her weakness to appear.

now, she was at a point of no return, where only pain could be felt in every particle of her body.

the youngest of the two felt bad, helpless, not knowing what to say or do to relieve her, comfort her. he was speechless, almost paralyzed by the fear of saying one wrong thing, and risk breaking her even more.

« i no longer have the faith to continue. i give up. » — inka's words completely crushed the young man, the latter feeling a huge panic growing in all his being. this whole story had gone too far. he felt helpless, everything was out of control. the young girl got up suddenly, closing furiously her bag of clothes before putting on her jacket.

she was ready to leave when jisung's hand grabbed her wrist, making her turn to face him. the thai girl could read the fear in his eyes, an anguish crackling in the depths of his irises. inka looked desolate, her eyes penetrating jisung's soul, which seemed to be losing his bearings one after the other.

« sungie, let me go. » but the boy's grip tighten around her wrist, his cold trembling hand electrifying her skin, « please. »

« noona, don't leave me. » — the crack in his voice made inka's blood run cold. he looked unsettled, lost, scared, like an abandoned puppy, it was the first time she had seen him so vulnerable, and being the cause of his torment broke her already bruised heart. it was an unexpected situation between the two young adults, who were clearly not used to be in such a tense and tragic atmosphere. but despite the obvious desire of kalaya to take him in her arms and comfort him, it was time for her to finally think of herself first.

then, whispering a little sorry to him, big tears running down her cheeks, she got rid of his grip and left the dorm without another word. jisung stood here for a moment in front of the now closed door, silently crying and praying that this was just a terrible nightmare.

after many minutes of driving, not saying a word to her manager who didn't dare to question her, inka finally found herself at the door of her one and only escape road.

« inka? » lua's voice reached the ears of the brunette who suddenly felt her lip shaking furiously, and then, she sniffed, holding her bag against her as if to protect herself from everything around her, before asking in a broken voice, « can i stay here for a few days, please? »

her best friend instantly agreed, and it didn't take long for inka to burst into tears in her arms, clinging to her as if she were her last hope. her heart was hurting so much, so it was satisfying to know that someone still had complete sincerity towards her.

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ljxlj48 · 1 year

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[00:21] “Jisung, do you have any explanation for the behavior your partner displayed today during the celebrations?” A reporter had asked Football player!Jisung, at the post-game press conference. Luckily for Jisung the PR person had given him a run down of what happened before he entered the press conference room.

“You mean when my partner defended themselves after another fan harassed them by grabbing their behinds without consent?” Jisung asked the reporter to make sure he knew the context of the original question.

“Is your partner really defending themselves when the other person is walking away with a black eye?” The reporter further questioned Jisung.

“That person is lucky they’re walking away at all, if I was there…”

“Okay, we’re gonna end the press conference right there,” a representative of the team had interrupted as they walked onto stage, while other people came to usher the some of the team, along with Jisung, out of the room.

Later that day as you were walking out of the stadium, with a million and one, cameras and reporters surrounding you all shouting at you to comment on the situation.

“Y/n aren’t you worried about how you will be viewed in the eyes of the younger generation?” A reporter had asked. This question being the only one causing you to stop.

“This is the only time that I will be speaking about today’s situation, and I want to make a few things clear. First and foremost, my actions are not a representation of Jisung, or the team, in any way. Secondly, if you want to better understand today’s situation, you can ask the police as they took a report of the incident. Lastly, you should never place your hands on another individual without consent. The abusive behavior showcased by that individual should never be tolerated, and I seriously hope that organizations will take more serious action against the abusive behavior that has been shown. I hope that these games are a safe space for all fans.” After that you left the stadium with Jisung in hand. While reporters and cameras chased the two of you down for more comments about today’s events.

Only when you and Jisung were in the car, away from anyone being able to hear your conversation, did you speak up again. “I’m sorry for how I acted today, I shouldn’t cause this kind of trouble.”

Jisung squeezed your hand, “I'm not sorry, I’m very proud of you for defending yourself,” Jisung said with a smile.

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neo-shitty · 2 years

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karaoke blues — h.js

description. when in doubt, have a karaoke night out. or in which the first real hurdle of your seemingly flawless relationship is finals week (and miscommunication and a tad bit of overreaction).

pairings. han jisung x female reader

genre. fluff, slight comedy, camping!au, established relationship!au

word count. 2.1k

notes. inspired by the jisung’s bit from skzful days in jeju #3 (min. 20:53 onwards). the one and only karaoke prince i will acknowledge.

You can hear him singing from half-way down the path. No, not really singing, wailing.

An exchange of glances with your friends assures you that you weren’t hearing things and by the way they turned your way and not at each other meant they recognized the voice too. So you trudge on, making it to the end of the path and into the clearing—a grass field supposedly for camping bordered by a ring of trees. Lights hang on wirelines over the head of figures moving around a long table. The voices are clearer now; two distinct ones amplified by microphones and a cacophony of laughter echoing in the background. The night was young but they’ve been out here for a while now, half-empty beer bottles and sauce-slicked chopsticks littering the tabletop from the hours they’ve spent in the open. Han Jisung stands over everyone else, gripping a microphone with one hand while the other conveyed what his voice couldn’t. The MR boomed through the speakers, his cries along with it, into the open air of the night as the others howled in laughter beside him.

“Oh boy,” Taehee says beside you, heaving a sigh just before you could.

It takes a while before anyone notices your arrival and even then it barely takes their attention away from the karaoke machine. Changbin is the first to acknowledge your presence, raising eyebrows when his eyes brush over to where you and your friends were. Setting his meal aside, he walks over to greet you, helping you with your things before heading to Saeyeon’s side.

“What’s up with him?” Saeyeon asks.

Changbin only blinks, a story for later. “I thought you weren’t coming.”

“We kept sending texts but i don’t think any of them went through with the reception here.” You say. The phone in your hand shows no bars, a notification that your message failed to send plastered on your lockscreen. In your inbox, your messages remained either unsent or unread.

Out of nowhere, the boy bursts out laughing, shaking his head as he leads you to another table behind theirs. The other boys wave over as you pass, playing in on keeping the oblivious Jisung in the dark as Changbin instructed. You think it’s cruel, but nothing beyond the silly pranks they played against each other. He’s preoccupied with singing anyway.

Chan approaches with a plate full of what they’ve been grilling, “Glad you guys made it on time. They would’ve chowed this down in the next hour.”

He sits across you, bright-eyed and waiting on all of you to take your first bites after the long journey. But you know he’s here for something else, you can feel him straining himself from the noise the younger boys were causing. Maybe some kind of explanation, or better yet a way to make it stop.

He opens his mouth to speak, abruptly cut off as Jisung hits a high note, screaming from behind him. You stiffle a laugh, harder to do with everyone else on the table failing to stop themselves.

“Ah, I’m so sorry for that. He’s been like that since the ride here. Played nothing but sappy sad songs in the car I nearly fell asleep.”

The conversation stirs another way as Chan asks about your own trip here but you’re no longer listening, your mind wandering over to the karaoke jock singing one song after the other. Somehow you find yourself smiling at his antics, amused and curious how he ended up that distraught over something you had no idea about. The both of you were fine, right?

Right?

Until you realize that you can’t remember the last time you had any form of correspondence. The utensils slip out of your fingers, dully clattering on the wooden table when you set them down to scramble for your phone. You open your messages with Jisung, the last few being yours all dated today—either failed to send or unread. But before that, during the days leading up to the outing, there was nothing but his messages, your replies too few and too far between.

The whole scroll up are bubbles from his side, streams of messages from varying points of his day. On the other side, all your responses were nothing but reactions to his messages themselves and the occasional readily available emoticons. No proper exchange in over a week, maybe even more, and the length of your replies dwindling as the days passed.

Oh, poor guy.

“_____, is it true?”

The call reels you out of your own thoughts, your head snapping up from your phone. Hyunjin slipped into the space beside you on the bench, his hands clasped. “You broke up with Han?”

The reaction it draws from you is immediate, your eyebrows knitting together in concern and confusion. “No, who said that?”

The boy blinks, disbelieving. “It’s all he’s been on since we met up today.”

The rundown of the day is repeated to you with a few more additions. From Chan’s story about the car ride to Hyunjin’s account on the past few days with Jisung. He tells you that it’s easy to notice the air shifting when it comes to Jisung. Everything turns eerily quiet—too quiet even for their own liking, and that’s how everyone noticed and concluded that something was wrong. But no one has ever had the courage to ask him what was up. Except Hyunjin though, your local gossip boy with an undying curiosity for business not his own.

According to the information he gathered, the past few days were a downcast for the boy. He spent his days trying to understand that you’re busy while simultaneously not understanding why his phone was dead quiet. He tried to stay preoccupied, distracted, But there were only so many options to cycle through. It’s funny because Jisung was never one to take interest in anyone else’s hobbies but he’s been hyperactive the last week. He tries to keep up with Changbin’s workout routine even if it (nearly) kills him, staying after hours in Chan’s studio even when he isn’t asked to. At home he’s cooking with Minho or baking with Felix or developing a sudden interest in photography and painting. Heck, he even tries reading books. Anything to have company.

But the long days end regardless, boiling down into the quiet of his room where he has no one. Sometimes Hyunjin would catch him on the couch in the living room in the early hours of day, watching Netflix on the tv with a dead stare without acknowledging anyone else who enters the room. “He lived his days dead,” Hyunjin finishes.

The table is quiet, all intent on listening but confused on how to react.

Across you, a bubble of laughter escapes out of your friend’s lips. She turns to you, “You’re on finals for a week and this is what happens?”

A resounding smack echoes through the air between you, followed by a hiss from the injured party. “Be quiet!” Saeyeon sneers and Taehee falls quiet.

The retort falls dead on the other girl’s tongue when you glance at her, resorting to rubbing the freshly slapped skin of her arm instead.

“And then what else, Hyunjin?”

“Aigoo, uri Hannie!” The voice belongs to Changbin and heads turn to the direction it’s coming from. Beside you, Hyunjin picks the bucket hat off his head to put it on yours, still in on the prank they were playing.

Still, from beneath the hat you catch sight of him. Jisung walks with one arm draped over Changbin’s shoulders, hair disheveled like an open book on the top of his head. The gloss-eyed boy approaches you with red puffy cheeks that matched the color of his eyes, face obscured every now and then by the arm he uses to wipe the tears he’s been crying.

“Can you tell them why are you crying?” Changbin asks when they’re both standing by the end of the table.

You don’t think that he sees you nor makes out that it isn’t just the boys sitting around the table. Jisung shys away from the others, from you, mumbling something you couldn’t make out into the other boy’s shoulder. And before you know it, he’s a crying mess again, bear-hugging the other boy who couldn’t bring himself to shake him off. Then you hear it first hand, his endless list of thoughts he’d been keeping to himself. It’s the only voice you’re listening to, drowning out the laughter that had begun to erupt from the mouths of everyone else on the table.

Jisung lets the other boy eventually, sinking into a tucked ball on the floor. He sat there like a child who just got their toy stolen, knees tucked in his arms with his head hung low. And it's the last straw for you, their prank be damned.

You excuse yourself from the table, crossing over the bench to walk over to where he’s crumpled by Changbin’s legs. The latter was still muttering words of consolation to dead ears, the crying barely lulling.

“I think she’s going to break up with me. She doesn’t like me anymore. Where did I go wrong again? I tried my best this time.” He says through sniffles and hiccups.

“Who doesn’t like you anymore?”

“_____.”

“Me?” you ask him, “I don’t like you anymore?”

He buffers, the sobbing stopping as he takes in the voice and your answer. Slowly, he raises his head, his arms leaving temporary marks crisscrossing over his forehead. You notice the moment it finally registers, his eyes readjusting as he studies your face. He blinks once, twice for good measure.

He brings a finger out of his closed fit, supposedly to poke you, But you mirror it, forefingers touching by their tips.

“I thought you weren’t coming.” His voice is quiet when he speaks, hiccups butchering his words.

“I kept texting you that we’ll catch up,” you show him your phone where the messages you sent, or at least tried to, remained undelivered. “I even sent you updates, but now I know they never reached you.”

You both end up sitting on the grass, the leaves tickling the skin of your thighs ever so slightly. You hand him a bottle of water you’ve carried over from the table, which he downs in seconds—parched from singing and crying.

“What was it that you were saying, About me no longer liking you? Is that why you’re crying?” you ask him, ducking to try and meet his eye.

He shakes his head. “It’s just,” he starts, “the past few weeks, we barely talked anymore and I think you’re losing interest in me. I don’t want that but I can’t do anything about it either.”

His out of the blue confessions coaxes a laugh out of you, one you’ve been holding back on fear of being mistaken as insensitive of your own boyfriend’s feelings. But it’s a silly thing, a spillage of emotions brought about by the alcohol. ��Hannie,” his fingers find their way to yours, intertwining in an odd way but at the very least in contact, “did I forget to mention it was finals week?”

He hides away, head ducked with his hair blocking your view of his eyes. “Yeah, you did mention,” he pauses. “now that I think of it, I think I just let my head get the better of me.”

You leave his hands to hold his face, soft palms on soft cheeks as you raise his head to meet your gaze. His eyes are shining, glinting back the light from the bulbs above like a lens. Carefully, you brush his cheeks, traces of his tears absorbed by the pad of your thumb. “I’m sorry I’m absolute shit at managing my time.”

He breathes out a chuckle, the vibrations jolting down your hands and through you. It’s then when you realize that it’s been a while since you heard him laugh a hearty one. The last few weeks were nothing but a monotonous podcast listening session of lecture after lecture, each one harder to absorb than the last. You didn’t want to fail, maybe that’s why you sacrificed what sliver of stress-relief you had left. But the exams are finally over, your schedule has opened up and you have nothing left to do but to make up for lost time.

Everything has lulled into a quiet that suited the Jeju atmosphere you pictured in your head. Without Jisung on the mic, they’ve moved on to calmer songs—the type that winded down everything until the karaoke machine is forgotten. The others on the table have moved to other things, others leaving to take a walk while some stayed behind to talk over spare grills. You marvel at how easy things could fall back into place in such familiar space, it’s something you never got to have away in university.

“So, there’s no other guy?”

You pat Jisung’s face lightly, a faint reality slap that’s more endearing less a wake up call. “If I don’t have time for you, what makes you think I still have time for others?”

#jisung fluff #han fluff #skz fluff #districtninewriters #kwritersworldnet #skz scenarios #jisung x reader #han x reader #skz x reader #jisung imagines #han imagines #skz imagines #jisung timestamps #han jisung #stray kids #skz japan #skz han #toff.writes #in this sea of kinktober entries let me just put some fluff out

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yongislong · 2 years

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[ ncity playlist event ]

now playing ... PARK JISUNG

good looking - suki waterhouse

jars of it - steve lacy

stockholm syndrome - one direction

disconnected - 5sos

it all feels right - washed out

thats on me - mac miller

wasteland baby! - hozier

i bet on losing dogs - mitski

crybaby - the neighborhood

close to you - dayglow

now viewing ... // dreaded test day. something you and your seat parter always hated. it wasn't common to have seat mates in university but you're glad your world literature professor made you both sit next to each other for the don quixote readings

however... now he has an undeniable crush on you. even the other kids in the class can see how sad he looked that week you missed class because you had the flu he brought a plushie and different boxes of flavored tea to your dorm

now here you both sat, cramming for the lit final in the schools 24 hour library... at 3 am. lol. you notice though how incredibly jittery and smiley he seems, a stark contrast from the purple eye-bags littering his aegyosals

the session began with catching up on the chapters in quiet silence until he moves his chair next to yours, tucking a bit of your hair behind your left ear as he slides his earbud in. you adjust it, looking over at him nervously with a tight lipped smile, he grins, scratching the back of his neck

you noticed how close his chair began getting to you, feeling his warmth radiating off of his black zip-up. you also noticed how every time he believed you were immersed in your book, he pretended to look something up on his computer, when in reality he was checking himself out on his mac's photo booth lol. he eventually sees himself out to the bathroom with a poke on your arm

"im gonna go wiz, my password is 7dream incase you want to change the song y/n" he says with a soft smile.

"just say pee sung... weirdo" you mutter through a giggle as he walks away. he actually didn't have to pee he just had to relax because he was shaking so much, he was punching the air and shit trying to hype himself up pls

once he leaves, you decide to sneak a couple silly selfies on his phone, until a song you didn't recognize blasted through the earbuds

you wrinkled your nose and typed his password in, clicking on the spoitfy icon to rake through his playlist for something better. what you did not expect, was a very, very long playlist titled campus crush, with a picture... a picture of you, asleep in world literature. you remember this day. jisung seemed shyer than usual when you woke up. now you know why

you can't wait to tease him for it when he returns, pulling him in from his collar for a kiss when he gets close to check what page you're on //

IM BAACK LMAOOO omg i forgot how much i loved doing these. i'll try and finish this series soon but tbh its so hard! hope you all enjoy though. i always write so much for these gah i think this is my longest one yet, lmk what you think, reqs open!! this is not proofread lol

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thru-the-grapevine · 2 years

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[10:11 PM] “Are you done yet?”

“Not yet.”

“How about now?”

“Still no.”

“…..now?”

“Jisung!”

“I’m bored!”

You sigh, both exasperated and strangely endeared. “Give me, like, ten more minutes, okay? I just need to finish the chapter. Then I’ll have all the information I need for the meeting tomorrow and we can do something fun.”

“Ugh, fineeeee,” Jisung sighs, loud and dramatic, and flops his head into your lap. You ignore his dramatics, flipping the page and continuing to read.

By some miracle, he manages to be quiet for two whole minutes, playing gently with your free hand.

“You’ve got such tiny hands, love.”

You sigh, restarting the paragraph you’re on. “Only in comparison to yours.”

“No, they’re actually tiny,” Jisung insists, and you attempt to ignore the way he presses little kisses into the pad of each finger. “So, so small.”

“Jisung, just five more minutes, please.”

“Mmmhmm,” he hums, pressing his lips into the center of your palm. You grit your teeth against how your heart wants to react and keep reading, determined to at least scan the rest of the chapter in the next five minutes.

Jisung sits up next to you, still playing with your hand. He flips your hand over and starts leaving little kisses on each knuckle, peppering the back of your hand with several more before working his way up your wrist.

“Jisung, stop,” you insist, laughing and pulling your hand away. “I swear I’ll be done so soon.”

He huffs and moves to sit behind you against the headboard, wrapping his arms around you and tucking you back against him.

It's rather nice, sitting like this. Comfy, even. You think you may have finally gotten Jisung to settle down as you flip to the last page. But of course you should have known better. Especially when you feel his lips ghosting along your neck.

“You are so unhelpful,” you huff, voice more breathless than you'd like it to be.

Jisung smiles against your skin, trailing a few soft kisses up the expanse of your neck. You stare blankly at the last page, trying to keep your breathing normal.

“Pay attention to meeeee,” he singsongs softly against the shell of your ear, and you groan.

“Fine,” you mutter, snapping the book shut and twisting around in his embrace.

Jisung’s grin is more than a little smug, and you’re sure how flustered you’ve become is written all over your face.

“Read something embarrassing in that book, love?” He teases, letting his hands rest on your hips.

“Shut up,” you mumble before leaning in and capturing his mouth with yours.

(You remember just enough to survive through the meeting. Concepts from the end of the chapter didn’t seem to stick, for some odd reason.)

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markiemelon · 5 months

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hi!! ive actually been reading your work for a long time but i never had the courage to actually request..

i was wondering if you could write for jisung! im a sucker for his deep voice *sobs* so could you write some something with jisung's deep voice? like him teasing you in the morning or reader comforting him when hes crying or smth idk HAHA

i really love your writings and i wanted to say thank you for comforting me when im down.

ilyyy!

ilysm anon :’) im so happy that you requested such a cute idea! thank you for your sweet message ♡

genre fluff . no warnings!

parings jisung x gn!reader

—9:35am˚✧₊⁎⁺˳✧༚

“jisung.” you cooed “jiiiiisuuuung.” you were determined to get your boyfriend!jisung up early today.

he looked so peaceful. “hmmm” he hummed lowly.

“jisung wake up.”

he lifted his head slightly off the pillow and looked at you with half-open eyelids. “good morning yn.” he said softly.

you swooned over his deep voice. you felt shy all of a sudden and covered your face with your hands.

“what’s wrong?” jisung reached for your hands, but you shook him away.

“nothing is wrong. you just..”

jisung raised his eyebrows, waiting for you to finish your sentence.

“you just make nervous.” you said quietly.

jisung smiled. “i make you nervous? how?”

“your voice.”

“my voice?” jisung continued to tease you.

“ynnnnn.” jisung said in an especially deep voice.

“stop jisung you’re doing this on purpose.”

he wrapped his lanky arms around your back and hugged you tightly, looking down at you in his arms. “you try. try to talk as deep as i do.”

you laughed at his request. “okay..”

you tilted your head down and mustered up all the strength you had in your throat, nearly straining your vocal chords, but barely a whisper came out.

jisung threw his head back laughing. he adored you.

you couldn’t help but notice how his adam’s apple moved when he laughed. curiously, you took a closer look and tapped it. “how do you do that?” you said.

flustered, he put his hand on his neck, where you had just touched. “you’re very cute, yn.”

♡ hope you enjoyed.

- 🍉

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gimmehyuck · 2 years

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[8:01pm]

genre. cute fluffy date w boyfriend jisung

words. 582

warnings. jisung is scared of things? does that count? lol

jisung was scared shitless.

if he had boots, he’d be shaking in them but instead he was just shaking in his beat up vans and that wasn’t quite how the saying went.

he didn’t know why or how he let you drag him to the amusement park. he knew himself and he knew he was scared of heights, and being off the ground, and going too fast and… well… a lot of things. probably a little bit of everything, if he were being honest. and a lot of those said things he was afraid of, were staring him directly in the face in the form of the biggest rollercoaster in the park.

his eyes carefully tracked the loops and he may or may not have flinched as he heard people screaming from the ride. he knew it was probably from them having fun but his brain told him they were screaming because they were all as terrified as he was.

he figured he took a moment too long to respond to your original question that he couldn’t even remember what it was anymore, when you finally tugged on his jacket sleeve to get his attention. he jumped a little before looking down at you. your eyes were wide with worry at the face he didn’t even know was making. the face that screamed, i don’t want to do this.

“jisung, i promise it’s okay. we really don’t have to ride this rollercoaster. we can just do the ferris wheel and get some cotton candy!” you said cheerfully, hoping to distract him from what was in front of him. you had suggested the amusement park as a date idea just for the food, sweets, and maybe the small rides like the spinning teacups.

you never expected him to try and brave this monster of a ride. you watched as he took a deep breath and steadied himself for a moment.

“nope, we’re doing this one.” he said firmly, and you could have sworn he puffed his chest out in defiance and you wanted to laugh but didn’t. his pride was on the line here.

nodding at his resolve you said, “okay, let’s go then.”

the wait time was twenty five minutes and you assumed in that time he would back out. you knew that he was getting more and more afraid with how fidgety he got as time ticked on. with five minutes left until it was your turn to ride it, you tried once more. you reached up and took his cheeks in your hands and made him make eye contact with you.

“babe, are you sure you want to ride this?” he smiled at your question, causing his cheeks to squish in between your palms.

“yup,” was his answer with a small nod, but his eyes lit up as if an idea struck him, and he continued slyly with, “i’m not afraid at all! buuuut… if you are, you can hold my hand. i’ll protect you.”

that earned a small giggle from you and you let go of his cheeks, tugging up his sleeve a little to lace your fingers with his. his smile was almost smug and you hid your blush in the sleeve of his jacket for a moment.

finally you were called forward and the ride operator helped to buckle you both into the seat, and if jisung squeezed your hand a little tighter at the final click of the safety harness…

you just pretended not to notice.

#gimmehyuck #jisung pwaaark #park jisung #jisung au #jisung fluff #jisung x reader #nct #nct dream #nct dream au #jisung timestamps #i like how my photos lined up like that hehe c:

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jiminies-ahmee · 2 years

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💌 [17:37] 한 지성

spending one of his very few day’s off, sitting beside him cross-legged on the floor. a colourful array of beads scattered around the both of you, as the sun begins to set in seoul.

“can you pass me that one, please?”

“mm, can you show me how to do the clasp bit?”

fastening your hand-made necklace around jisung’s neck and turning around to let him do the same. but of course, he takes up the opportunity to press a quick peck to the side of your neck.

“i’m gonna show all the boys this one of a kind, limited edition, hand-made masterpiece when they get back.”

and sure enough he does, as well as making extra effort to showcase it in his next post for the fans.

#jisung #han #han jisung #skz han #skz jisung #jisung blurbs #jisung fluff #jisung timestamps #jisung scenarios #jisung imagines #han fluff #han timestamps #han blurbs #skz #skz blurbs #skz fluff #skz timestamps

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gyeomsweetgyeom · 2 years

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[3:56 pm]

(cw: food, Jisung mentions dying but he’s being dramatic)

BestFriend!Jisung had a bad habit of inviting himself over to your home whenever he felt like it. When he was hungry he would waltz right in and go straight to the fridge. He would come over, completely exhausted, and fall asleep on the couch without you even knowing he was there! It had become totally normal to come open the door after hearing the doorbell only for Jisung to rush right past you to the bathroom. He heard “please make yourself at home” one time and took that literally, he treated your home as if it was his.

Today was no different. He rang the doorbell, he came in and greeted you without even looking up from his phone, and settled onto the couch. He flicked through the channels, took your food, took up a whole couch, and got too comfy. Jisung had even gone as far as taking up your very comfortable couch, taking the blanket off your bed, and taking off some articles of clothes as he got more and more comfortable.

So comfy in fact that he had forgotten the outside world existed in the small world within the walls of your home. An outside world where he had other responsibilities beyond being your best friend who bothered you to your wit’s end.

“Well, why would you come over if you had a busy schedule today?” You asked picking up the trash Jisung left on the table. Jisung’s phone had just blown up out of nowhere with messages from his group chat. Every message asked him where he was and if he knew he was late.

“Because I forgot- I’m missing my sock!”

You moved the pillows on the couch and shook out the blankets until you found the sock. “Here,” You tossed it at his hunched over form.

“I can’t get punished again, last time I was late I had to wash the dishes for two weeks. Oh my god...” he paused in the middle of the room, “they might make me do the laundry. Do you even know how smelly young adult males get after sweating for two hours at soccer practice? I might die.”

“How is standing in the middle of my living room helping you get to practice any faster Park Jisung?”

“This is the 4th time this month and we’re 10 days in! I’m so screwed, this is your fault!” Jisung practically wailed.

“Get out of here already! You don’t have time to stand around crying and pointing fingers. Don’t you have to go back to your place and get your equipment?” You questioned.

His eyes shot wide open, as he scrambled around even more quickly to pull on his sweater and unplug his phone from your charger. You made your way to the door and held it open as he made his way over. “I gotta go now, text you later,” Jisung rushed out.

He leaned in for what you thought would be your usual goodbye hug, but as he pulled away you were met with something unusual. Your eyes were wide with shock as you felt your best friend’s lips on your own in a kiss that was too long to be a peck. Though you and Jisung had been friends for many years this was not something either of you had ever done with each other before.

“Text you after practice!” He yelled out as he ran down the hallway. What was going on? Maybe he had wanted to kiss you for a while or had been planning this. He had kissed you and acted so casually afterwards that you started to overthink the friendship.

Did Jisung have feelings for you? Maybe he didn’t even realize he had done it, but that then brought up the question of why it had seemed so normal for him. Maybe he had been doing that with someone else and he got confused and kissed you instead. Your mind was running too fast for you to process every thought and reason that came up.

On habit, you got up to answer the door when a knock rang out, eyes blankly meeting the ones of your best friend in front of you who was red in the face and out of breath.

“I don’t know why I did that and I’m sorry that I didn’t ask you first and I’m sorry if it made you uncomfortable. I never wanted our first kiss to go this way and I want to ask you to please not let my stupid action ruin our friendship. You mean the world to me and I totally understand if you don-”

You leaned up, cupping his cheeks before you placed a gentle kiss on his lips. Immediately you saw his ears turn red as he processed what had just happened.

“Let’s talk after your practice. That is if you don’t get stuck doing the laundry,” You told him, hands still cupping his cheeks.

“After practice yeah,” he nodded along, slowly backing away from you as if his mind and heart were at battle over where he was going.

“Bye Jisung, we’ll talk later.”

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