#skz han fluff

[zeroeightzeroone]

i'm proud of you - han jisung

love collection

genre: soft, comfort

synopsis: after a long day and an even longer past couple of weeks, jisung needs you

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

warnings: ji is stressed

wc ~2.2k | moodboard

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j.one<3: i need you i'm coming over i'll be there in 30

you: i'll unlock the door in 25

taking into account how busy jisung has been the past couple of weeks and the way he's texting you, something is going on with him.

its that time of the year when stray kids are preparing for their comeback and for the past couple of weeks, along with the other members' schedules, jisung's schedule has been packed to the brim. he's been in and out of the recording studio, the dance practice room, attending interviews and pre-recordings to prepare with the rest of the boys, basically working non-stop.

of course, jisung loves his job and is grateful for the opportunity to write, produce and release his music–something he is very passionate about–to the world. but at the end of the day, much like any other job, it can pile up and become incredibly overwhelming. sometimes, you have to take a step back to breathe and return to a better headspace.

along with your boyfriend's schedule, yours has also been packed to the brim. thus, neither of you had the opportunity to spend too much time with the other over the past couple of weeks. the extent of your time together consisting of short, sweet text messages throughout the day, if you were lucky a short phone call before bed to exchange goodnight's.

jisung has reached his limit, he's hit a breaking point. he knows that if he doesn't get at least one night to take a break he may go insane. he needs to take a step back, he needs to take a breather, he needs you.

being one-third of 3racha meant chan had the opportunity to see jisung a bit more than the others, which also meant he had the opportunity to see jisung's well-being take a critical hit and suffer as the days went on. seeing how the boys were exhausted mentally, physically, and emotionally, chan immediately went to the company to talk with their management and request they take–at the least–a day off.

despite jisung having a key to your apartment, you unlock the door twenty-five minutes before his expected arrival. and a little over five minutes later, he's standing outside your front door and softly knocking to notify you of his arrival. the knocks prompt you off the couch and onto your feet, making your way to the entrance as jisung shuts the door behind him.

your assumption that something is going on is only confirmed when jisung avoids your gaze while discarding his shoes, no words leaving his pouted lips. it's clear he isn't in the best place mentally or emotionally, while you aren't a hundred percent sure of the details, you do know that–much like his texts–he needs you and that you'll be there for him in any way possible.

now that his feet are only clad with his cotton socks, jisung takes a couple steps towards you and places a lingering kiss on your forehead, his shoulders relax the slightest bit as his hands find yours. when he pulls away, he's still avoiding your gaze, but being with him for as long as you have; you don't take it personally. hand in hand, jisung trails behind you as you walk through the apartment and into your bedroom. following quietly and waiting patiently whilst you approach the dresser, pulling out a pair of his sweatpants from the drawer of his clothes.

you turn to him, glancing down at his black denim jeans, "it'll be more comfortable? it's up to you though."

jisung extends his arms and takes the sweatpants out of your hands and into his own. he quickly changes out of the jeans, which are now in a pile on the floor and into the grey sweatpants, you turn to climb into your bed but jisung's hand is suddenly wrapped around your wrist, stopping you.

your head cocked in confusion, you stare at your boyfriend.

jisung, who came over clad in a black hoodie, quickly removes the thick fabric from his body. the white long-sleeved shirt he wears underneath rises along with the fabric before it slumps back in place once the hoodie is discarded. you watch jisung with curious eyes as he steps towards you, pulling the hoodie over your head, the fabric bunching up around your neck and shoulders.

he can definitely see the way your cheeks are burning up.

your boyfriend moves your arms around, pulling them through the sleeves before he adjusts the thick fabric around your body. a hum of satisfaction leaves him before he crawls into your bed and makes himself comfortable under the covers.

jisung loves you in his clothes, that fact stays consistent no matter how he's feeling.

snapping out of your daze, you follow suit and crawl under the covers next to jisung who chooses to be the small spoon today. his arms wrapped around your waist, his head resting on your stomach. you feel the way his body relaxes the slightest bit as he nuzzles into your side, pulling you impossibly closer to him. one of your hands ends up in his dark hair, gently carding through the shaggy locks whilst the other one gently caresses his cheekbone.

a wave of comfort washes over jisung at the feeling of your fingertips grazing his scalp, coupled with the feeling of your arms around his body, holding him close, your warmth radiating onto him as a trembling breath leaves his lips. once again, jisung nuzzles into your side but this time to his his face in the fabric of the hoodie. hiding the way his already glossy eyes brim with tears along his waterline, the warm droplets soaking up into the thick fabric. the first whimper that leaves jisung has you immediately holding him tighter, continuing to run your fingers through his hair and reminding him that you're here.

your heart aches at the sound of your boyfriend's cries.

being with jisung for as long as you have, you knew not to take his habit of avoiding your gaze personally. you're very familiar with his habit of avoiding direct eye contact with anyone when he's feeling down or particularly stressed out. you aren't entirely sure of the reason why, but you believe that what isn't seen in jisung's other facial expressions is shown in his eyes. thus, when he is upset or down, avoiding eye contact also means hiding the inner turmoil that is clearly present in his eyes.

with how observant you are, jisung became aware early on in your relationship that it didn't take you long to pick up on this habit of his. it's now something you look out for whenever jisung is feeling distant or in the dumps, it took a while but you eventually found a couple of methods that worked best when jisung fell into this distressed state.

over the years, you have become a lifeline in jisung's life. you are his place of comfort, a home where his heart belongs, where it feels safe. which is precisely why he avoids making eye contact with you in an emotionally sensitive state. the sight of your warm and welcoming eyes would result in an immediate breakdown. the way your eyes sparkle up at him, swimming with concern and a yearning for him would immediately break down his walls, allowing him to be vulnerable around you. allowing his emotions to spill out into your open arms, ready to be a pillar of support for him.

for the next couple of moments, you continue to run your fingers through jisung's hair as he holds your body close and cries into your side. when his sobs gradually become hiccups and sniffles, that's when you take the opportunity to say a couple of words.

"if you wanna talk about it, i'm here," you say softly, "if not, i'm still here."

you crane your head to look down at your boyfriend who moves his head to look up at you, his round eyes puffy and glossy, his eyelashes clumped together with tears. jisung nods, a small smile playing on his lips–one that's more genuine than the others he forced out earlier.

"thank you," he sniffles, his voice is the slightest bit raspy.

you shake your head, moving the hand that isn't in his hair to his cheek to wipe some of his tears. admiration bubbling up inside when jisung leans into your touch.

the both of you fall into a comfortable silence, relishing in the presence of your lover and the warmth that radiates off their body. a presence and a feeling that your busy lives have depraved you both of the past couple of weeks.

despite prolonged periods where you and jisung are deprived of physical affection from the other due to your busy schedules, being able to be under the other's touch, cradled in the other's arms for even just a few moments feels like a reward for all that's been accomplished in your separate lives. being in the arms of your lover exudes a feeling of comfort, and tranquillity, that eventually everything will fall into place, a feeling of reassurance that your hard work is paying off.

sometimes you find it crazy how a simple touch from jisung can turn everything upside down. you could be having a terrible day and he could pull you into his arms and all of a sudden your day ends on a high note.

jisung shares the same sentiment, after weeks of grinding through work that's been piling on and on, being with you, in your arms is just what he needed. you are just what he needs.

you watch with curiosity as jisung moves higher on the bed and onto his back. he locks eyes with you and extends his arms in your direction.

"i wanna hold my baby," he opens and closes his fists, beckoning you into his hold.

you hesitate for a moment, thinking you're here to comfort him. but your boyfriend notices your hesitation and takes it upon himself to pull you into his arms. you rest your cheek against his chest while he holds you tightly. you adjust your head and look up at your boyfriend, whose eyes are still puffy and slightly red. he scrunches his nose when he looks down at you, indicating that he's feeling much better than when he first arrived.

you giggle at his antics.

jisung places a hand on your cheek, much like you did earlier, and caresses your cheekbone gently. gazing down at you with clear adoration in his eyes, unbeknownst to your boyfriend, the corners of his lips tugging upwards as he looks down at you.

he sighs, "work's been a lot lately," you nod and he continues, "i want to make sure i'm putting my best foot forward and doing my best work but it's hard when there's so much going on. i don't wanna disappoint you, the other members, stay."

he takes a moment to think.

"at the same time, i know it's unrealistic to think i–or anyone really– could possibly please everyone. there's always gonna be people that aren't pleased with the things you do and that's life, right?"

your eyes scan over your boyfriend's face as he walks both you and himself through his thoughts.

"which is why i shouldn't be scared of disappointing people if i choose to take a break, to take care of myself when things get overwhelming," he sighs, "but at the same time it's so hard to break out of the mindset where taking breaks means not being productive, i'm so used to thinking that way, you know?"

you hum in acknowledgment, "i know, baby."

"at the very least, i realized sooner rather than later this time. i'm able to take a break earlier instead of further down the line."

"i'm proud of you for taking a much-needed break. you've been working so hard, love."

"thank you, my y/n," jisung's eyes sparkle down at you.

"i understand how you feel, i get like that sometimes to, which you know already," he nods, "i know how hard you work and stay knows how hard you work to give them and show them your best work."

you adjust the position you're lying in so you get a better view of jisung's face.

"i've seen the work you've put out and ones that you haven't yet, they're all amazing. absolute works of art and a testament of your hard work, passion and dedication to your craft."

your boyfriend's eyes dart away from yours as his cheeks flush, heart skipping a beat at your words. jisung always gets quite flustered when he hears kind words praising his work, but he gets particularly flustered when he hears them from you.

"you do your best when you also feel your best. it's definitely easier said than done to extend the compassion and value to yourself since we are, are own biggest critics. nevertheless, i'll be here to reassure you that stay would love to hear that you were able to rest and take breaks in the middle of working hard. i'll always be here to tell you that you're working so hard and are more than deserving of a break, to rest."

jisung leans down to place a kiss on your forehead, letting his lips linger for a moment before he pulls away with a lazy smile.

"you've been working so hard, you've been doing amazing. you're doing so well and i'm so proud of you, han jisung."

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[slytherinshua]

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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[notseospicy]

DOTING.

Han x reader. (f) SFW

Author's note: Happy birthday my favorite alien!

Star stuff playlist

For a long, long time Han feels like he doesn't belong anywhere by himself, like an alien who tries to blend in with the earthlings.

He speaks the same language, but no one seems to try and hear him when he says something.

No matter how much he smiles, he feels lonely.

Would it make him a pathetic person that he sought emotions, sparks, that tingle you feel when your eyes first set and meet in that one fated second where you know did you cross paths for a reason?

He still wants to believe that one day, he'll find that magical moment.

But he is lonely and he got tired of waiting.

And time made him a little more pliable, a bit more broken, made him eventually give in to the last chance of getting, at least, what it feels like to be in someone's company.

He is just so lonely, he wants someone to reach out and hold him. 

He has been staring at the notification on the app that tells him he just found a match.

He is not obligated to respond, but he promises himself to start putting himself out there and with a sigh, he braves himself to compose a message.

He doesn't wait for a reply, he closes the message box and continues his day, trying not to think so much.

From this day and forth, he'll stop thinking and just do.

-

It's called the Dot app.

It's available exclusively for the students of the university, it was made by a team of students and is still in development.

The app is a social media that students can use to find friends who share the same interests with them.

Or that is what the original plan was.

When two students are matched and decide to be friends, they can go on a "hangout", in their preferred time and space.

And all that changed when students started using it as a dating app, from there "hangout" turns into "doting", hence the app name.

At first, Han was skeptical about it. He can't even trust the date his friend set up for him, how can he trust an app would find him a better date through a computer algorithm?

He has a hard time wrapping his head around it but desperate time calls for a desperate measure.

He witnessed a lot of his friends find their partners from the app and their relationships still going like any other normal relationship.

Maybe the app just shortened the search and maybe he shouldn't oppose the idea without trying it first.

So here he is, sitting alone waiting for his date in a cafe on a Friday afternoon. He comes just a little early, the appropriate time according to him: fifteen minutes before the appointed time.

And he has been sitting at the table drinking cold water for almost an hour and still can't decide if it's appropriate for him to order or if should he waits for his date to arrive first.

As the ice cubes on the bottom of his glass have melted into water, you come pushing through the door with your hair messy from the windy day.

You hurriedly comb your hair with your fingers, putting the stray hairs covering your face behind your ear and that's when he can see you.

A face that he had never seen but at the same time, peculiarly familiar to him.

In contrast to the cloudy sky, your smile is so bright, your eyes offer warmth like a good cup of tea on autumn days.

Your eyes scan the whole room and look just as clueless as him, could it be that you are looking for him?

He secretly waits until your eyes meet his and when it happens, he got a little disappointed for not getting that tingle he so badly wanted to feel.

You smile at him and start to walk slowly but confidently, making your way toward his table.

All of a sudden, he feels the need to act normal, so he holds his breath and balls his hands on his lap, sitting straight on his chair.

He doesn't even know if you're his date but if you are, he wants to give a good first impression.

You hold your hair from curtaining your face and hold it there, then your mouth opens and a word

falls out of it, "Hi!"

Your voice sounded so welcoming and open, like a friendly hug.

"Hi!" He says back because he yearned to be held and to hold.

You smooth down your skirt with your palms and smile again at him, clearing your throat before speaking again which makes him suddenly aware of his whereabouts.

"Please, sit down!" He says to you, gesturing to the chair across from him.

Your fingers fiddle with the strap of your bag and ask him, "Are you Park?"

His heart deflates in a second and he feels stupid for not asking you first, he sheepishly smiles and answers, "No, I'm not."

Your mouth is open once again but no word comes out of it, "I'm sorry," you apologize.

"No worries!"

"This is my first doting," you explain and uneasily gripping the bag strap on your shoulder.

"This is my first time too," he says if that's anything that would comfort you.

You smile while nodding at him, "I'd better find my match then!"

"Sure!" He says that even though he was reluctant to let you go and has to wait again until his match arrives.

"Good luck!" You say to him before leaving his table.

"You too!" He says, watching you make your way to the table in the corner occupied by a guy who reads a book by himself.

He tries not to look but he can't help himself, it seems like that guy is indeed the one you are looking for and as much as he hates to say it, you look great together.

When he sits back on his chair and looks straight ahead, a girl is standing by his table.

"Are you Han?" She asks.

Finally! He says to himself.

"Yes!" He answers with an enthusiastic grin.

-

He wouldn't say his first match is a disappointment.

Han shares a lot in common with her, they're both music majors but she studies the business, she has an eclectic taste in music and she also watches anime even though she prefers the English subbed one instead of reading subtitles but he appreciated her honesty.

Apart from her habit of playing with her hair a lot, Han likes her.

Something feels strange though, he shares a lot of common with her but she feels so distant.

Let's say there's no chemistry and maybe love doesn't come on the first try.

He thought of taking a few days to recover from his first 'alright' doting experience until his phone chimed with a new notification of a new match as he holds it up above him.

He stares at his phone screen for a good minute as messages fill his inbox, it feels new to him that his match is the one who messaged him first.

He isn't complaining though, it's easier for him when he isn't the one who initiates it.

Because when things don't go as he expected, he wouldn't feel burdened to cut the strings off.

Or maybe his expectation will meet reality and love comes on the second try.

So he comes to the same cafe on time hoping that his date would be already there, he looks around and found you instead.

You are drawing something on your napkin looking bored then glance up at him like you notice he is looking at you.

He doesn't know why but his hand raises to wave at you and fortunately, you wave back at him.

He can imagine how embarrassing he would be if you didn't.

"Doting?" You ask.

He nods and opens his mouth to speak, a girl waves her hand at him two tables away from yours.

"Good luck!" You mouthed to him before he leaves for his table.

The girl observes him the second he is seated and the more she looks, the more apparent the disappointment drawn on her face.

"Did you wait long?" He asks with a smile for a good first impression.

"I'm sorry but I can't stay long," she says with a grimace, "I have somewhere to be in 30 minutes."

The first thing she said is very unwelcoming and from there everything feels rushed, Han keeps dissociating the entire time she talks about herself.

And when she doesn't talk, she keeps checking the time on her phone screen which only hints that she doesn't want to stay long.

"If you're in a hurry, you can leave," Han says to her with a thin smile.

At least, now he

knows that there's something worse than a bad date and that is being on a date

with someone that doesn't want to be there in the first place.

She got caught by

his words and uneasily glances at him, "it was nice meeting you," she

stammered while gathering his phone and wallet from the table.

"Likewise!"

Han says back to him with another smile.

The girl leaves

without saying anything else and is pretty much as relieved as him when the

date ends.

Turns out love

doesn't come on the second try, or you know what? Maybe love doesn't come that

easily.

He let out a long

breath as he gets up from his chair, he turns his head in the direction of your table and sees you still sitting alone.

"You're date is late?" He asks when he arrives at your table.

You glance up but still have your hand propped under your chin, the soft glow of twilight kissed

your face and makes you appear mystical to him.

"He said he's not coming because something came up," you answer and gesture for him to sit.

He looks down at the drawings of patterns on your napkin.

"Or a nice way to say that he wanted to bail on me," you said with a scrunched nose and a smile.

That is enough to make his heart flips in a second and a chuckle escapes his mouth, "well, it's better than seeing your date want to flee at any second," he says.

You chuckle and put down your pen, "No way?!"

You lean forward, "Is that why the date was so short?"

Han nods then shrugs.

You snort, "we shouldn't be laughing, our dates are ditching us!"

But as your eyes locked in a gaze, you both burst out laughing almost at the same time. He didn't know that he can easily share a laugh with a stranger like this.

"Can I get you a coffee?" 

"I don't drink coffee," you reply, "but I would like tea, please?"

"Sure!"

Han returns to the table with the drinks and carefully puts them down on the table. You are drawing another pattern on the napkin, a circle, and inside it, are smaller triangles and so on.

"What are you drawing?"

"Geometric pattern!" You answer nonchalantly.

It feels weird that he feels comfortable around you despite he knows nothing about you, not even a name. This reminds him to introduce himself first.

"I'm Han."

You introduce yourself back and Han suddenly feels seen at how you look at him with two wide eyes full of curiosity.

He clears his throat and pulls his coffee mug, starts blowing on the hot beverage.

You drag his coffee mug away, "Don't do that!"

"Huh?"

"Blowing on it will only release carbon dioxide and carbon monoxide, they will react with the water particle, resulting in the formation of carbonic acid. So when you take food after blowing on it, you tend to take more amount of carbonic acid and the

unwanted carbon monoxide," you pause to take a breath.

"In conclusion, this unhealthy practice will mess with the alkali in your body and cause metabolic imbalance!" You finish then put your hand away from his mug.

Han blinks and tries to process your words into his head "And what is your major?"

"Astrophysics."

Han swallows because science is not something he can bravely dip his feet into, "That explains."

"That also explains why my date is ditching me," You say while wrapping your hand around your teacup to absorb the heat.

"No, I mean, that explains why I have never seen you," he quickly adds.

"Shouldn't have explained the second law of thermodynamics to him on the first date," you shake your head, half-laughing.

Han doesn't know anything about physics in the first place but he wishes he can have anything to say about that.

You softly laugh at the perplexed look on his face, your finger trailing the rim of your teacup, "have you ever heard of 'arrow of time'?"

He shakes his head, confused but purely curious at once.

"We live in a spacetime that is 4 dimensional but space and time differ in some fundamental ways."

Han nods, intently listening to your words.

"In space, we're free to move as we wish," you take your pen and move it around in the air, "we can go back, forward, side to side."

You put the pen down and then stack your hands together on the table, "but when it comes to time, we're stuck. We grow older, not younger. We remember the past, not the future. Time, unlike space, has a preferred direction."

His brain pops a question, "time only flows in one direction?" He asks as baffled as the question itself.

You nod with a smile, "why do you think?"

Han takes his time because he wants to give the best answer, "I mean... if you know about the future then it wouldn't be exciting anymore, don't you think?"

You nod at him.

"Also, if you know everything, both the past and the future, wouldn't it be too much?"

You slightly tip your head to the side, intrigued.

"A person can't have that much knowledge," he concludes.

A smile rises on your face, "see? I don't need a smart answer, I just need an honest one."

Han can't help but smile in satisfaction knowing that you acknowledged his answer.

"Can we drink now?" He hesitates as his finger is hooked on the handle of the coffee mug.

"Sure!"

It's dark when you both get out of the cafe and dried leaves litter the pavements, your feet making crunching sounds as you step on them.

"I forgot to ask you what your major is?" You ask, shoving your hands into the pockets of your cardigan.

"Music production and engineering," he answers also putting his hands into the pockets of his jackets since the wind is getting cold toward the end of autumn.

"Ah, music. Is that something you are passionate about?"

Han sucks air through his teeth, he doesn't expect this kind of question that indirectly dig through his personal life.

"My father was in a band and he used to write songs so I think that influenced me a lot to learn music," he answers.

"And you write music?"

He awkwardly laughs at how you casually ask him but he understands that you are merely curious, "well, yeah."

"What kind of music?"

"I'm always open to trying any genre," he replies.

"I only listen to classical so I don't know much about music," you admit then fire another question.

"Do you play any instruments?"

"Guitar and piano."

You gasp in awe.

"Why? You must be able to play at least one musical instrument too, right?"

You stifle a laugh,

"I played clarinet in the school band. Does that count?"

"Of course, that counts!" He assures rather too passionately.

"But I kind of got kicked out on the second practice because I was always behind the tempo," you add with a grimace.

You both stop at the intersection and look at each other.

"Come on! You did that on purpose, didn't you?"

You shake your head, "I wish but I'm just so bad at it."

Han can't accept the fact that someone as fascinating as you do have a flaw, not when the streetlight shines down on you and form a halo glow above your head.

"Anyway, I'm going this way," you point to the way behind you, heading east of the

intersection.

"And I'm going that way," he points the opposite way.

You stand on your tiptoes for a second and smile, "bye then!"

"Bye!" He flashes another smile before you turn around and leave, he watches you until your figure disappeared, engulfed by the dark of the night then he turns his way.

-

Han can't believe that the only common thing he has with the girl he's having a date with now is through a book he read once in his teen years.

The girl is pretty, she wears glasses that emphasize her beautiful brown eyes and shiny dark hair that would pass a shampoo ad. And she's very soft-spoken.

He doesn't have a certain type to begin with but she is close to what he wanted.

The only thing that gets in the way is she's just as awkward as he is, from the two hours he spent on the date an hour was spent in silence.

The date ends on a nice note with her nervously saying that she isn't actually in need of a significant other and agrees to be friends with him instead.

It isn't a loss if he gained something from it, right?

He walks out of the cafe alone and finds himself at the intersection where he parted with you that night, which was two weeks ago.

He hasn't seen you again ever since.

He got tempted to go to your faculty building but was afraid that would make him seem pretentious and he doesn't know anyone from any science majors.

He walks in the direction of the university complex where a festival is held, he decides to come since the date finishes earlier than he thought.

His friends must be somewhere and he plans of finding them even if that means he would be the only one without a plus one.

He stops by a game tent to play a game of ring toss and pays for a round.

He got 5 rings and he successfully put the first one but missed the next two rings.

He heavily sighs seeing that he only got two rings left, the best he can get is three out of five and that would only win him a silly little keychain as a consolation prize.

With a deep breath and confidence he got, he throws the fourth ring. He groans as it misses too far back and hits the wall instead.

"Your posture is wrong!" Someone says.

His head snaps to the source of the voice and finds you standing next to him.

"You lean your body forward so you should balance it with a leg to the back, not bending your knees."

Han hesitates to do it as you instructed him, he looks at you again and you blink at him, waiting if he will do as you say.

He caves in and does as you instructed, throwing the last ring he got as it successfully lands in one of the little traffic cones.

"Well, you should have come earlier and I would have won one of those food coupons,"

he says out of embarrassment as he takes the keychain as his consolation prize.

You crack a laugh and pull out money to play for a round, "it's all about the angle and how you throw the ring," you say and take a stance to start throwing.

The first ring seamlessly lands on the closest traffic cone and you confidently throw the remaining rings, effortlessly putting everyone else who is also playing to shame.

You receive two food coupons to exchange at selected food stands.

"Are you always this cool?" He asks with mouth agape.

"There's a scientific way to do almost anything," you say while laughing.

"So, what do you want to eat?" You ask for a suggestion from him.

"Huh?"

"Aren't we going to exchange the coupons?"

It takes him a moment to realize that you want to share the coupons with him, "are you sharing it with me?"

"Well, I have two coupons!" You show him and look around the row of food stands in the crowded place.

"I just thought—"

You cut him off with a question, "How about pizza?" 

Han stifles a nod.

He voluntarily brings the pizza on paper plates with both hands while you're carrying the cans of drink, walking together to the garden near the university library where it's less crowded.

You both sit on the picnic table instead of on its bench and set the food in the space between you and him.

"Pineapple pizza for you and cheese pizza for me!" He says while handing you your slice of pizza.

"Cola for you and juice for me!" You place his can of soda in from of him and open your can next.

Han follows suit, opening his can and clinking it with you for a toast.

"Cheers!" You both say in unison.

The faint music from the festival still can be heard but he can also hear the rustles of leaves as the wind blows in.

"One question!" Han suddenly says with his cheeks full of food.

"Why pineapple pizza?"

You sigh while rolling your eyes and finish chewing, "I know there's a whole debate out there whether it's okay to put pineapple on pizza or not," you explain.

"So you know?"

"I'm not living under a rock!"

Han chuckles in response and continues chewing.

"But at the end of the day, it's just food. I love pizza, I love pineapple, it's basically two things that I love in one!" You defend your argument with a nonchalant shrug and take another bite of your pizza.

He nods in agreement, "that's valid!"

He puts the trash away into the nearest rubbish bin and returns to the picnic table, watching you looking up at the night sky like you're sunbathing under the moon.

He sits next to you and does the same thing, propping his hands behind him, head tilting up looking at the bright, almost full moon.

"Did you stop doting?" He asks.

"Not really."

"I haven't seen you in the cafe anymore," he says, turning his head at you and watching your face bask under the moonlight.

"I was sick with flu last week," you reply.

"That sucks!" He comments and back to looking up at the stars dotted in the night sky.

"Are you still doting?" You ask.

"I did one today."

"How was it?"

"It was nice but we decide to be friends," he puts his hand up to figuratively pinch the moon between his thumb and forefinger.

"That's cute!" 

Han hesitates to ask you the question he's been meaning to ask but his curiosity always gets the

best of him, "May I know why you decide to start doting?"

He hears you hum

and shift on the table and turns slightly to face him with your legs stacked

against each other.

“I’m not trying to find someone to date,” you answer

with a soft smile, “let’s start there!”

“I think you know by now that I have a very unquiet mind,” you let out a low laugh.

“I just want someone who wants to listen.”

He can relate to your answer because oftentimes, he finds himself filled with ideas that he gets the urge to share with someone.

You are larger-than-life but what you want is something as simple as that. You don’t necessarily need someone who can comprehend your ideas and thoughts, you just want someone who listens.

“What about you?”

Han doesn’t expect you to ask him back but he must return the favor.

He doesn’t know how to give you a proper answer when he, himself, doesn’t know the answer, “I honestly don’t know,” he answers with a dry laugh.

He tries his best to accumulate his thoughts and focus on the question, deep down he knows what his heart wants.

“I just want to know if I deserve love,” he finally admits.

He looks at you looking at him with the moon reflected in your eyes, sparkling and bright.

Suddenly, he gets so aware of his too honest, lame answer and gets embarrassed.

“Well, now you know how pathetic I am!”

You take a long breath and hold your hand up to connect one star to another to form a constellation, “do you know that we are made of star stuff?”

“Star stuff?” He asks.

“Yeah,” you confirm and come up with the explanation.

“Our solar system is formed from a supernova and that’s including earth. Over billion of years, the matter within earth coalesced into life forms of ever-increasing complexity.

"So the particles in our bodies like the nitrogen in our DNA, the calcium in our teeth, the iron in our blood and etcetera have been in existence for billions of years.

"And they will persist for billions of years after we move on.”

You pause to turn your head at him with your eyes staring straight into him.

“And these particles were all forged in the nuclear fusion fires of stars.”

You lean in close enough that he can see those glints in your eyes, the lively glints of when people talk about something they’re passionate about.

“Whenever you feel pathetic, just remember that we are made of star stuff.”

He instantly looks up at stars scattering above him, he suddenly feels small as he gets hit by the realization that the universe is so vast, but at the same time, he feels big because he is a part of it, and he doesn’t know how is that possible.

For the first time in his life, he feels larger than himself, that he deserves love and more.

He turns his head at you, “star stuff…” he sighs.

“Star stuff!” You say back.

You stare into each other's eyes as if there we star collapsing on them and the chime comes from Han's phone to defuse the explosion.

"Seems like you get a new match!" It's a very familiar sound that anyone in the university can easily recognize.

Han pulls his phone out of his jacket pocket and turns the notification off, pushing it back inside the pocket without checking.

When it's getting late and you announce it's time to get back, Han insists on walking you back to

the intersection.

"Thank you for the pizza!" He says, kicking a twig to the side of the pavement so you wouldn't trip over it.

"No worries!"

"I owe you one!" He says, in hope that he gets to treat you something someday.

"Can I have that keychain then?"

"The keychain?" He gropes the pockets of his jacket because he can't remember which pocket he put it in and finds it in the pocket of his jeans instead.

He holds the keychain with a miniature penguin dangling from the end of the chain.

"I'll take this," you say and take the keychain looping around his finger, "so now we're even!"

Han gets a little disappointed but what else can he do, "do you know any fun facts about penguins?"

He playfully asks.

"I actually do!"

Han laughs in response, he shouldn't try to tease you because you're very knowledgeable. He wasn't serious about his question but now he's curious to know.

"When a male penguin falls in love with a female penguin, he searches the whole beach to find her the smoothest, most perfect pebble to present to her as a proposal," you elaborate while continue walking next to him and your hands

brushing with his as you walk.

"If she approves, she puts the stone in her nest."

"What if she doesn't?"

"I don't know," you answer, "throw it at his face maybe?" You guess while looking at him.

He looks back at you and at the same time, bursts into laughs.

"That's cruel!" He comments while still laughing.

The intersection is closing in and oddly enough, he doesn't want to part with you yet. He still finds it strange to find comfort in a person he knows so little about, but maybe it's you that is so fascinating to him.

"Here we are!" You say as you walk on your way home, standing a foot away from him while fixing your hair from the raging wind.

"Goodnight!"

He holds his hand up and waves at you, "Goodnight!"

After a few steps, he can hear your phone dinged with the familiar tone of the dot app notification sound. It seems like you too just got a new match.

He doesn't need to question the app on why he never matches with you, it's obvious that the two of you have nothing in common. From your two different majors, how you don't drink coffee, you only listen to classical and you're really, really smart while he's far below average.

The algorithm knows better to never match you with him, an alien roaming the earth.

-

"Don't blow on it!" Han snaps at his date when she's about to blow his hot cappuccino.

The girl's eyes widen in confusion, "Uhm... why?"

Han gets conscious of his actions and immediately retracts his hand from covering the poor girl's drink.

"I don't know the scientific explanation but it's an unhealthy practice," he meekly explains with an awkward smile.

The girl reclines in her seat, "what are you majoring in again?"

"Music!"

The girl shoots him a weird stare and then pushes her coffee mug away.

The date is surprisingly going well until that happens.

She shares a lot in common with him, she listens to the bands he listened to and reads so many of his favorite comics and movies that he watched one too many times.

This should be convenient because he can talk about so many things, right?

But after the date, he finds himself under the streetlight where he parted with you.

It feels somehow melancholic looking up at the night sky while listening to the track he made last night through his earphones and he closes his eyes, putting the world on pause.

After a moment of detaching himself from the world, he opens his eyes to find you standing next to him.

His loud thoughts must have called out for you to appear right in front of him. like the universe heard his subconscious desire. 

You speak to him but he can't hear you with the earphones on, he quickly takes them off.

"Sorry, what are you saying?" He asks again.

"What are you listening to?" You ask, your hair is messy from the wind even though you tied it into a bun.

"Uh... just a track I made," he stutters, a bit embarrassed to say it because he doesn't want to give the impression that he was bragging.

"Can I listen?" You ask, taking a step closer next to him.

The request takes him by surprise but he hands you his earphones, "but it's not done yet," he says.

You shrug then put the earphones on, "It's not like... I'm Mozart," you say with a sly smile.

Han replays the track he listened to and watches you listening to it, it's slightly nerve-wracking because he is the one who made it.

He sees you flash him a smile before closing your eyes and the wind starts blowing your way,

shaking the leaves from the tree above, sending them falling on both of you.

A leaf caught in your hair and he reaches to remove it, his hand pauses just right on the side

of your head the moment he realizes the proximity. The first thing that crosses his mind is to look at your face, beautiful and still.

At that moment, he wishes time would stop flowing so he can admire you for as long as he wants.

Then your eyes snap open and you take the earphones away, giving them back to him.

"It's still rough so I'm sorry if it's... bad," Han starts to blabber although you didn't say anything about it.

"I want to listen to it again once you finish it," you say, not giving him a comment on the piece of music he wrote.

He puts his phone away and nods, he doesn't know why he agrees without thinking.

"I guess you just did another doting?" You suddenly ask.

He shoves his hands into his jacket pockets to hold the urge to put your hair away from covering your face, "Yes."

"How did it go?"

"We're going on a second date next Friday," he answers with a shy smile.

"That's good!" You beam while hoisting the strap of your bag higher on your shoulder.

"Yeah," he isn't sure if that's the right response to your positive comment, he should be excited since this is what he wanted and he is close to getting it.

"Where are you going?" He asks since meeting you here is so coincidental.

"Home!" You shortly reply at the same time a strong gust of wind blowing in and you stagger to the side.

Han immediately grabs your elbow to steady you and helps you fix your hair, "Are you okay?"

Your eyes locked for a second and in that one second, he believes his heart skipped a beat too.

"Yeah, thank you!" You respond with a low laugh and start clutching your trench coat together.

"I'd better get home fast, I have to study for an exam tomorrow!"

Realizing that you said you needed to get home, he lets go of your elbow almost immediately and says, "yeah, you'd better!"

You grip your bag strap and head in the direction of your way home, "anyway, nice meeting you here!"

He nods in response and watches you walk away until your figure forms a dot in the distance then nothing. And he doesn't know why he feels so sad about it.

-

The girl smiles at him the moment she sees him entering the cafe and he takes it as a good sign.

"I'm sorry for being late," he says and sits across his date.

"That's okay!" She replies with an easy smile.

It doesn't hard to talk to her because she knows everything about his favorite things and conversations keep flowing, there's no way he doesn't enjoy this.

A moment later, you come into the cafe with your eyes scanning the room and it seems like you're coming for doting as well.

He thought you intentionally avoid his eyes until you walk past his table and mouthed, "she's really pretty!"

He sheepishly smiles in return and watches you walk to the empty table in the corner where he first met you.

It's funny that ever since you come through the door, he can't focus on the conversation going on with his date and all he can think about is how he doesn't get the same comfort as when he talks with you.

Han often thinks that the ultimate way to find love is to find someone who shares a lot in common with him, shares a lot of likes and dislikes, someone who is similar to him in some ways.

But maybe he is wrong.

Maybe love isn't about finding someone to share his silly little hobbies with.

Maybe love is a space where he can truly be himself and be comfortable doing it. Maybe it's not about sharing things he already knows, maybe it's about learning new things from each other even to the strangest of ideas.

He turns in his chair to see you as you start drawing on the napkin again with the afternoon sun so softly bathing your face in a warm glow.

The more he looks at you the more he feels that invisible force that pulls him in attracts him to come close and stays close to you.

And he wanted to gravitate towards you, no one else, but you.

He let out a series of laughter out of the blue, feeling foolish that he trusted an algorithm to find him love instead of his own heart.

"Are you okay?" His date asks.

He stops laughing and looks at her, "you're really lovely!"

The girl gets taken aback by the compliment, "oh?"

He thinks of a way to put things gently, "I'm sorry but... I think I'm not the right one for you."

"Oh?" She says again but in a mix of slight shock and pity.

Han feels bad of course, but it's better than letting her hope grows and wasting her time, time that she can use to find someone far better than him.

And he knows that he needs to do the right thing.

"Now if you excuse me," he says and gets up from his chair.

He sees your date is coming to your table which means it's late for him to get to you first.

He stands there between the options, to take his shot or not.

This must be what people called as a life-altering decision, one decision that has an effect strong enough to change his life path.

So he strides to your table, against all odds.

You were talking with your date and he seems nice, he doesn't know if he's nice enough for you but he is willing to try.

You glance up to find him looking at you, "hey, can I help you with something?" You ask.

"Do you want to go on a date with me?" He blurts out without thinking, ignoring your date who is looking completely stunned by the scene that unfolds in front of him.

"All of a sudden?" You ask with an awkward laugh and propping a hand under your chin to look at him.

He can't tell the reasons behind this impulsive action so he settles on something that crosses his mind, "isn't there a theory where an object will not change its motion unless a force acts on it?"

Your plain expression turns alive followed by giggles spilling out of your mouth.

"That's not a theory, my friend!" The nice guy says to him with a condescending laugh.

"You mean, Newton's first law?" You guess.

Han jerks his head back, trapped by his own smart-ass words which makes him wish that he didn't say that.

"Well, I wasn't planning on... I was trying..." he stutters and eventually gives up on explaining.

He takes a deep breath, sensing that he's about to start blabbering around like he always does when he's nervous.

"Yeah, I want to go on a date with you!" You say ever so casually, shocking both him and the nice guy sitting across from you.

You gather your coat from the chair next to you along with your bag, "we're going now, right?"

Han quickly gets ahold of himself and nods, "yes!"

You get up from the chair, "It was nice meeting you!" You say to the nice guy then follow Han out of the cafe.

A soft, pleasant breeze welcomes you both as you push the door out of the cafe and you hurriedly put on your coat while Han is still trying to get a grasp of what just happened.

Did you just agree to go on a date with him?

"So, where are we going?" You ask, fixing your hair and taking it out of the collar of your coat, slinging your bag across your chest.

Han doesn't think this through because it's so unlike him to act on the spur of the moment therefore he has no plans on what to do after.

"Uhm..." he hums long enough that it starts to sound like a buzzing of a mosquito.

You notice that he has no ideas in mind and laughs, "how about movies? What do you think?" You offer one.

He lets out a breath of relief, thankful that he gets a way out of it, and smiles, "yes!"

Again, he doesn't think through that being in a darkened room with you will be a good idea.

He steals a glance to his side and sees your face illuminated by the light from the screen, fully focusing on the movie, unlike him who keeps looking down at his hand that rests so close to yours 

He just needs to reach it yet it feels like his hand suddenly turns heavy every time he tried to do so.

He licks his lips and inaudibly inhales air, mustering up the guts to lift his hand to grab yours.

He aborts his plan when all of a sudden you draw your hand away from your lap to wipe your nose.

A sigh escapes his mouth, unintentionally loud.

"You don't like the movie?" You ask.

He vigorously shakes his head, "No!"

Then looks back straight ahead and tries not to think about holding your hand, wiping them down his thighs instead because apparently, his palms are sweaty.

Then out of nowhere, your hand grabs his on his lap.

His head automatically turns at you and in the dark, he can see your smile and he can feel the warmth it is emitting.

"Your hand is so cold," you say in a low voice and with that being said, you slip your fingers between the spaces of his fingers and intertwine them together.

"Is it warm enough?" You ask again.

Luckily you can't see how flushed he look at that moment, how so many thoughts rushing into his head that he can't sort out his feelings anymore.

But yes, it is comfortably warm.

"Yes."

He wanted so much to give you the best date that he can come up with, if only he come prepared and planned everything, he believed he can give that to you.

He can do so much better than eating fast food in the park at night.

"Tonight's weather is exceptionally nice!" You chime in as if you heard his weary thought and assure him you're enjoying the moment.

Maybe Han shouldn't be too hasty to conclude that the date is an utter disappointment when the universe is in his favor.

The cold, raging wind is replaced by a pleasant, cool breeze that blows so softly which reminds him of spring and how he wants to skip winter altogether.

"Did you finish the song?"

He chews on his food fast to answer your question, "No, not yet," he answers.

"I don't even know if I'll ever finish it to be honest," he corrected, unsure of his answer as well.

You drink your orange juice through the straw, "are you working on another track?"

He shakes his head.

"That's the only thing I've been making so far," he honestly admits.

Han is insecure about a lot of things but not his passion, music.

Once he entered college and learned more about it, and met a lot of people who share the same passion, better than him, he got a lot insecure.

He believes in the notion that his insecurity will shrink as he gets older, but that was a childish thought, that was before he realized that a lot of people are better than him.

"Why?" You ask.

It's such a simple question but it demands more than just a simple answer in return. The question asks more than the reasons why but also what led him into this, stuck in the forest of anxiety.

"Creative block, I guess," he vaguely answers.

You both start to walk around the park as the quiet of the night is masked by the sounds of the rippling water of the lake.

"You wrote the music and I think that's remarkable already," you say to him.

Han softly smiles and to hear a compliment from you is enough for him.

"It's not like I'm Mozart," he says, poking fun at your past remark 

You respond with a laugh, "well, did you play songs on harpsichord at four years old and compose simple music at five?"

"Nah, I'm not that great!" He replies with a playful laugh.

"I don't think I'll ever be that great!"

He doesn't want it to end, yet again.

As you both walk the same pavements that lead to your way home, he knows that the night is about to end and that he is about to part with you soon.

At least, he gets to walk you home to the front gate of your student housing.

You both stop as you entered the pin to unlock the gate then hold it ajar.

He takes it as a sign to step back, "I'm sorry for the disappointing date," he meekly says.

You turn around with your hand still holding the gate door open, "aren't you coming upstairs?"

He stops right as he was about to take another step back, scares if he misheard you.

"To your...... place?" He asks for confirmation.

You replace your hand and hold the gate open with your foot, "it's not big but... I think it fits two people."

Isn't it obvious that his knowledge about dating is lacking but he knows what this means, you invite him to your place even though it's only the first, proper date.

"Is it okay... if I...?" He stammers, hands awkwardly swaying in the air.

"I wouldn't ask if it's not allowed," you say while laughing.

Han doesn't have anything against this, he wants to spend the night with you if not more.

Turns out, it's gender-inclusive housing from the crowd gathering in the lobby of the building but in one look, he can tell that everyone living in the building has a higher IQ than him. A few people greet you on the way to your room and you politely greet them back, they can't be bothered with him following you from behind and you briefly introduce him to your peers.

You pull out a key with the penguin keychain from his consolation prize dangling from it, jiggling as you turn the key and push the door to your room open.

He already expects that there will be a lot of books inside but not that they'll be stacked like they're on a garage sale.

"Beware of the books!" You tell him.

And he carefully picks where he steps on or else he'll nudge one of the stacks and sends it collapsing down the floor.

You lead him to the spacious part of your room and probably, the most private part of your room.

There's your bed and study desk, more books on the bedside table, and a record player in the corner of the room.

He got curious to know what music are you listening to, he turns it on and then put the needle on the record.

Music starts filling the room with a classical tune, one that Han never heard before.

"It's Tristan und Isolde by Richard Wagner," you tell him while taking off your coat and putting down your bag on the desk chair.

He nods and is suddenly aware that he's in your room now, with you.

Doesn't want to seem awkward, he starts to look around the room but one that catches his attention is the wallpaper on the ceiling of your room.

He looks up at the drawn stars as they form visible constellations that he doesn't know the name of.

"My sister put them up for me!"

"That's lovely!"

You head for the switch and turn the lights off, he hopes for total darkness but something lights up above him. The stars on the ceiling glow in the dark just like real stars out there in the night sky.

You walk up to him and stand just right in front of him, tilting your head up.

"What is your constellation?"

"Virgo."

You look around and point at the thirteen stars that formed a constellation, "Virgo is between Leo and Libra there!"

Han sees the constellation that forms a lazy Y shape.

"It's the second largest constellation in the sky," you add with an enthusiastic smile.

He stops looking up and looks at you instead, the stars reflected in your eyes, mesmerizing, hypnotizing.

Notice that he is looking at you, you look back at him and it's the closest you've ever seen him.

Then he feels it, the sparks that light up his heart and are about to burst out of him, he can't control it anymore.

So he leans in and kisses you so tenderly, with soft lips and warm breaths, his heart melts as the kiss softens his edges.

The kiss is nothing but something that he's been looking for in his life.

It makes him feel embraced, welcomed, comforted, everything that is good in this world that he doesn't know if he deserves it.

He lets go with a gasp as his lungs burns from running out of oxygen.

But he doesn't want to stop yet, he holds your face with both hands and it assures him that he had chosen the right path.

"You're so beautiful," he whispers because that moment feels so sacred and he is afraid that he will ruin it by speaking.

You softly smile and his thumb wipes over your lips before pressing his lips on you again.

He lets his arms open to hold you like he always wanted, close.

And kisses you more under the stars.

If humans truly are made of star stuff, he believes you are made from the brightest star in the universe because he refuses to believe that he's made of the same thing.

As he lays next to you on your bed and stares up at your starry ceiling though he has a change of mind, he thinks that maybe you are made of outer space and he wants to explore.

He has been staring at you and when you turn your head at him, your eyes find him almost immediately.

Your eyes, your eyes pull him in like a pair of black holes that gets him curious about what lies behind and inside that beautiful head of yours.

"Want to know something?" You ask.

"Yes?" Because he wants to be the one who listens to you.

You stare up at the ceiling again and softly sigh, "When stars die, they don't just fade away."

You put your hand on your side from resting it on your stomach.

"Their lives end in the most spectacular and most luminous explosions that we know."

He feels his hand nudges yours on the bed but this time, he doesn't hesitate to hold yours.

"For weeks they can become nearly as bright as a whole galaxy," you finish.

He turns your hand up and interlaces his hand with yours, "that's fascinating!"

You flash him a smile, "I believe we are just the same," you pause to lock a gaze with him, "that before we die, we will make the most spectacular and luminous explosions!" 

"So, don't ever say that you'll never be great," you say to him in an incredibly low voice it's almost like a whisper.

"Someday, you'll shine as bright as a whole galaxy." You say with a gentle squeeze on his hand.

He doesn't know if it's in how you use the metaphors or how you smile at him or the way you hold his hand back that gives him the confidence to believe in that too.

He stares back at you, "because we are made of star stuff?"

You nod with a smile, "yeah."

"Star stuff?" he sighs.

"Star stuff," you say back.

At that moment, he thinks that love is finding his universe in a person.

And he's no longer an alien cause he finds it in you.

All the while, you find a different answer to one of life's mysteries, the one thing that transcends dimensions of time and space: Love.

You can't find any scientific explanation for that but then again, the universe is under no obligation to make sense to you.

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Here's the request for Han

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Can I get a rainy day scenario with Han please, and can it be fluffy...like ALL the fluff!! Prompts 56, 24 and 70

Hey!

Thank you so much for the request and I really hope you like it!

I’ll give you my heart

#stray kids #stray kids scenario #stray kids soft hours #han #han jisung #skz han fluff

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— the little mannerisms you pick up from the members of stray kids over the course of your relationship.

words・3.7k / pairings・ot8 x gn!reader / genres・fluff, humor, borderline crack, intentional lowercase, established relationship(s) / warnings・minsung’s are suggestive, touch of anxiety in felix's, jeongin's is lowkey gross LMFAO

a/n・massive shoutout to @/http.dwaekkii on tiktok for their edits about the boys' habits, which i consulted for chan, changbin, seungmin, and jeongin (and to @astraystayyh for beta reading hehe. what would i do without u). these were sooooo fun to write, hope u guys enjoy (｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )

chan + getting shy easily. poor thing gets embarrassed so quickly as it is. throw you into the mix and it’s just critical hit after critical hit. defense lowered. no health potions left. he folds like a lawn chair with a massive smile and a whiny “stooooop” every time you say something even remotely affectionate. the habit is adorable, and you love it to pieces.

but you like poking fun at it even more. “god forbid i find my literal underwear model of a boyfriend attractive,” you’d say, or something along those lines, which of course only triples his embarrassment and on more than one occasion results in him starfishing on your kitchen floor, his hood pulled over his face.

fast forward however many months. he’s still the worst compliment-receiver you know, but you discover one arbitrary afternoon that it’s rubbed off on you.

the two of you are cuddled together on the living room couch in your usual fashion, your legs thrown over his thighs and his hands tracing absently over your shins as you relay to him something you overheard on the subway. the conversation is painfully normal. you’re almost bored. you pause to take a breath, and he murmurs, out of nowhere, in the dreamiest tone: “so damn beautiful.”

“wha—huh? what is?”

“you. your voice, your face, everything. i‘m lucky.”

your expression of bewilderment persists for around ten seconds, and then slowly, so slowly, you begin to sandwich your head between your knees, balling yourself up like a spooked armadillo. chan wonders if he should call an ambulance.

“love?” no response. “what, uh, what’s happening right now, exactly?”

no response. no response. then, hoarsely, “you can’t...say shit like that…randomly.”

he notices two things after that. one, your skin is burning hot enough to fry something upon, and two, you’ve formed a fist in the fabric of his hoodie, which you only do when you’re pretending to be annoyed at him. the puzzle pieces fall into place, and he starts grinning like a madman.

“you’re…embarrassed?”

the guttural groan you emit is more than enough of an answer, and the cute aggression that overcomes chan is fucking debilitating. he wraps his arms around you and hauls you entirely off the couch and onto his lap, littering kisses over your face until it finally resigns into a matching smile. all intent to continue feigning grumpiness erased with the drop of a hat. you drape an arm over his neck.

“you’re so good to me, channie,” you sigh helplessly. “i love you.”

“love you more, baby.” he imprints these words directly upon your lips, then pulls away, giggles. “that was very me of you, by the way.”

“i know, right? i was just about to say.”

minho + butt touching. it’s quite simple, really. if lee minho is within proximity of someone’s buttocks, he will, as he lives and breathes, make it known. will it be a coy little swat or a yelp-eliciting, full-bodied grab? nobody ever knows, not even him. the unpredictability is what makes it exciting.

but it takes a while before this starts applying to you, because the way minho touches you is…different. doting. there’s no other way to describe how he always holds the nape of your neck while kissing you, how he rests a hand against the small of your back whenever he leads you somewhere, how during the nights you can’t sleep he guides you to the place on his chest where he knows his heartbeat is loudest. he even drags you into his trademark headlocks the same way one would hold an invaluable treasure. he’s so obsessed with all of you that he never thinks to pay just your butt special attention (though it is, indeed, a special butt).

you take it into your own hands. literally.

you don’t know what prompts it—maybe you’ve simply seen minho slap his members’ asses one too many times, or maybe you’re still thinking of the specific time minho slapped changbin’s ass in passing and it fucking echoed, or maybe minho just looks especially fine in this practice outfit, a skintight tee and washed sweatpants that hug him in all the right places—but you feel a new urge today as your boyfriend swings his duffel over his shoulder, circles around the kitchen counter.

he puckers up as he nears you, silently requesting his goodbye; you give it to him, relishing for a moment in the familiar, soft plush of his lips beneath yours. then he pulls away and turns to leave, and your hand acquires its target.

“go get ‘em, tiger.” thwack!

minho jumps a foot into the air. clutches his pearls and his left butt cheek. becomes the splitting image of that perplexed blonde lady surrounded by geometry.

but when he turns around to stare at you, the smirk melting across his face betrays how he really feels about what you’ve just done. good. really good.

you, meanwhile, look genuinely confused. “it’s like it moved on its own.”

minho beams. steps towards you daintily, intentionally, like a cat catching sight of a laser beam. brings a hand to your hip, murmurs, “that’s what we’re doing now?” kisses you again, for longer this time.

you fully foresee his fingers wandering to your ass to give it a gentle squeeze, but you reach up to cuff his shoulder when it happens anyways, and his laugh vibrates against your mouth. it seems you’ll be reaping what you’ve sown from now on.

(good luck.)

changbin + the Cackle™. yes, you said something exceptionally funny. yes, you expected changbin to find it funny too. but you couldn’t expect the godforsaken noise that left his mouth as he threw himself straight into the tree planter behind you.

your mind spun with frantic questions as you helped him out of the dirt. had the spirit of spongebob just usurped his vocal cords? were you on a date with the wicked witch of the west? most importantly—

“are you well?” you sputtered, which only made him laugh harder and his laugh so much crazier, so you started laughing, too. and you were goners, falling over each other until you’d been reduced to watery eyes and sore cheeks, your giggling interrupted only by the sound of you slapping his thigh every so often, heartily enough to reverberate around the little park in which you concluded your second date.

that’s how you fall for seo changbin: laughing. with a reckless, breathless abandon you didn’t think possible. stumbling across empty sidewalks, spitting noodles across dining tables, begging for mercy on studio couches. wrestling under tear-stained comforters, starting (and re-starting) silly stories, huffing into beaming kisses. the list goes on.

you never quite get used to that chortle of his, too busy enjoying its insanity to notice how your own chuckles grow shorter and shriller, how they gradually develop an edge like the chittering of a forest dweller.

you complete your transformation on your ninety-eighth date. 

no, changbin doesn’t say anything exceptionally funny. no, he doesn’t expect you to find it funny, either. he expects least of all for you to fold over the kitchen island and start cackling like cruella de vil on helium.

han turns around from his seat on the couch. chan’s footsteps come to a halt as he emerges from the bathroom. both of them have fear in their eyes as they witness your undoing.

the only thing on changbin’s face, though, is unfettered delight.

“b-baby,” he sputters with a growing smile. “are you—”

you lift your face off the marble surface and turn to face him. the entirety of your forehead and the point of your nose is covered in flour. you blow a cloud of the stuff out of your mouth like a dragon awoken from slumber.

he loses it.

the two of you make your way onto the floor in slow motion, ending in a tangled heap against the side of the counter. changbin tries to clean off the flour and smears it all over your cheeks instead. you are zero help whatsoever, smacking his bicep like that’ll help you catch your breath. your synchronized, diabolical laughter reaches every corner of the apartment. your happiness reaches every nerve ending.

chan and han look at each other, sigh. han takes a video.

hyunjin + side-eyeing. this man is so god awful at controlling his face, bless him…and DAMN HIM.

on one hand, you love how in tune with his emotions he is, how confidently he puts them on display. and you love your synergy. you come closer to believing in soulmates every time you glance his way and discover your exact feelings written all over his features; it’s a special type of happiness, sharing a brain with your favorite person in the world.

on the other hand, you think there’s a time and place for candor, and he tends, well, not to think at all. during many a precarious situation, you’ll catch him wearing an expression so transparent that he might as well arrange the words THIS IS STUPID AND I HATE ALL OF YOU over his head in neon lights. cue a dig of your heel into his toe, a hiss of pain cut short by your piercing glare. if you’d known ahead of time that dating hwang hyunjin would have you doing so much damage control…you’d still date him, let’s be real. but you do get stressed at times.

the night the tables turn, you’re at a celebratory dinner for your coworker’s birthday. small caveat: you can’t stand her. she’s the type to spontaneously combust if she goes two minutes without talking about herself. certainly doesn’t help that she’s downing champagne like water, and her lips are looser than ever.

hyunjin comes with you, fortunately. or not. he spends the whole evening trying so hard not to laugh: snorting into his bread, excusing himself to “cough.” you think he actually starts doing breathing exercises at some point. you’re so, so grateful that he’s here, but you’re also deathly afraid that he’s gonna bring out those neon lights in front of your entire office.

then, she flirts with him.

from the opposite end of the table. perfectly wasted but still knowing perfectly well that he’s yours. the whole patio goes silent. hyunjin’s jaw hits the table.

your fork clatters to your plate.

FUCK time and place.

the side-eye you give her is devastating. truly masterful. your brow furrows. your eyes turn to slits. your gaze does the up-down-up of unadulterated incredulity. hyunjin recognizes the motions straightaway and starts smiling so hard his whole face hurts.

you take your boyfriend’s wrist and stand up. he follows suit. you don’t say a thing as you leave the restaurant, and you don’t have to. the intensity of your disdain was more than enough; anything more and she might’ve started crying.

once you’re on the curb outside, hyunjin pulls on your interlocked hands, brings you close. his lips brush against the shell of your ear. you hear laughter and his smirk in his voice.

“you’re so fucking sexy, holy shit.”

jisung + how he applies lip balm. that han jisung is the pioneer of modern day babygirlism is the worst kept secret in the world. that han jisung applies lip balm the riveting way he does, however, is unknown even to you. until one morning.

you pop into the bathroom and make your usual beeline for your toothbrush, only to end up motionless in front of the sink, staring. jisung is a bit off to the side, hair pinned back by a cinnamoroll headband, eyes glued to his phone, hand holding a tube of chapstick that you can actually see getting shorter in real time. he looks so pensive, so concentrated. how long has it been since he last blinked? you’ve half a mind to pull out a stopwatch.

finally, he rubs his lips together, recaps the chapstick, and makes eye contact with you in the mirror. a smile crosses his face, equal parts confused and amused.

“baby, your mouth is open.”

you close it. then you open it again, and your words come out in a barely-contained laugh: “what on earth did you just do?”

“what do you mean?”

“the—” you point at his mouth, then do your best impression of an elementary schooler trying to color inside the lines. “—that.”

jisung looks aghast. “that was LIP BALM.”

“no, i know what it—you’re so—i meant, why do you apply it like that?”

jisung continues to look aghast. “like what?”

“like you’re one of socrates’ prized pupils and the answer to the universe’s formation lies at the bottom of—” you step in close, reach into the pocket of his sweatpants. “—this tube!”

it might be the craziest thing you’ve ever said to him. he bursts into laughter, the kind that leaves him no recollection of what he does with his limbs, and when he can see straight again he discovers he’s pressed you gently against the counter. his fingers latched around the hem of your top, his grin inches away from yours. can’t stay away from you to save his life, this one.

“do i actually?”

“yes! holy shit, it’s so cute.” your arms circle around his neck, also without an ounce of thought, also through a fit of giggles. “no way you’ve always done that, right?”

“i don’t know. i’ve never thought about it.” a pause. a tilt of his head, with purpose. “am i…doing it wrong?”

the question is a trap and you realize it too late. your gaze drops from his eyes to his lips—a ray of sunlight glistens off the pink plush like a paid actor—then back to his eyes. let’s find out.

you lean in. so does he. and his mouth tastes and feels like melted fucking sugar. it’s such a pleasant surprise that you actually moan, and he chuckles against you. lifts you onto the edge of the sink. your mind really goes empty after that, save for one thought. i have to start doing that.

felix + checking his own pulse. you saw it from afar, the first time.

he stood by the stage’s entrance just before curtain up, pointer and middle finger pressed against the side of his neck. eyelids sealed closed, chest heaving. you tilted your head, puzzled. worried. then the concert began, and you pushed the image to the back of your mind.

it returned to the forefront right before bed.

“you do it when you’re nervous?”

“yeah. forces me to ground myself. turns off the world for a bit.” the hand rubbing circles into your back paused. “wanna give it a go?”

“what, checking my pulse?”

“mine.”

you lifted your head off the pillow. felix took your hand from where it sat upon his ribs, isolating two fingers and nestling them over his jugular. his quickened heartbeat pressed into your skin like the world’s gentlest tattoo.

the sixty seconds began and concluded in total silence.

“well?” he whispered.

“ninety-three,” you answered, lightheaded from the sheer intimacy of it all. “you’re nervous right now?”

“something like that,” he hummed. pulled you down, kissed you deeply. there were no more words exchanged that night.

the habit surfaced more than you knew. while driving to visit your parents. after a stupid argument with a bouquet of flowers tucked beneath his free arm. you started doing it for him in the times he couldn’t, and he’d cover your hand with his own and kiss the top of your head silently, gratefully.

two years have passed since, and you’ve vanished from the dinner table.

felix asks the nearest waiter for directions to the restrooms. you don’t notice when the door swings open, unmoving in your spot over the sink, your pointer and middle finger pressed against the side of your neck. 

his hand finds your hip. you let him turn you around and bring you to his chest; he glances at the crystalline droplets studding your lashes and falling from your cheeks. his eyes convey what his mouth doesn’t need to, not anymore.

let me.

you do.

his fingers replace yours the moment you drop them from under your jaw, the movement like clockwork. he counts your every heartbeat with unblinking concentration, his heart growing heavier the higher the number climbs.

the sixty seconds begin and conclude in total silence. 

“well?” you whisper.

“hundred and six,” he answers. to his confusion, a smile pulls at your lips. 

he wonders if it’s a trick of the bathroom lights when he sees the tiny box you pluck from your pocket, but there’s no mistaking the reality of the diamond ring that sits behind its open lid.

the earth slants under his feet.

“crazy.” you giggle through your tears, run your thumb over his cheekbone. “that’s how many years i want with you.”

seungmin + poking eyes(?) he’s hardly touched puppym when your voice is slicing through the living room air like a fucking beyblade. 

“KIM SEUNGMIN, UNHAND HIM THIS INSTANT.”

do you have a sixth sense just for this? he throws his hands up in exasperation. “he’s literally me. i’m allowed to do whatever i want with me.”

“he’s not you, he’s our son.” you pop out of nowhere to swipe the plushie from over your boyfriend’s shoulder. “my son, if you keep this up.”

“just say you hate me and my preferred avenues of self expression.”

upside-down, he watches you dust off puppym’s face and smooch his forehead with a tenderness that makes seungmin unhappier than he lets on. you then tuck him into your jacket pocket. the little shit’s expression looks strangely smug poking out of its cotton capsule.

“i’m asking you to not gauge his eyes out, not to deliver me the holy grail,” you say. “you’ll survive.”

but then he feels your hands on either side of his face, and you lean over him like the mj to his peter, leave a kiss on the space between his eyes, too. he has zero say in the bashful smile this brings to his face.

“but why do you do that, seriously?” you mutter.

“i have no idea,” he replies. “but it’s fun. try it.”

“i’ll think about it.” you lean in again, and he nearly forgets what you were talking about in the first place when you kiss him on the lips this time. “okay, i’ve thought about it. no.”

“hate you,” he says despite the literal hearts in his eyes, and then you’re off to work.

puppym takes strikingly after his father. they have the same bangs. the same compulsively squeezable quality. the same little :3 that can only allude to sinister plottings. you’d be loath to admit that you sort of comprehend seungmin’s poking predisposition.

one night, seungmin falls asleep before you even finish your nighttime routine, and you spot in his peaceful, upturned face an opportunity.

you lie belly-down on your side of the bed. your fingers splay into a peace-sign in the air. your smile stretches further into a cheshire grin the closer you bring your hand. you’re just about to reach the ends of his eyelashes when—

“I KNEW IT!”

you almost catapult into the ceiling. then you try to make a mad dash for the bathroom. but seungmin shoots a hand around your wrist like he’s actually peter parker and pins you down before you so much as take a step. your only remaining option is to sulk about your foiled plans. (and blush, because, well, you’re under him.)

“amateur,” he tsks. “you gotta test my breathing to make sure i’m asleep first. shit’s foolproof.”

you blink at him for a few seconds. his words finally click.

now you almost catapult him into the ceiling.

“HOW MANY TIMES?”

jeongin + eating food in one bite. so you might be an instigator.

“hwuck,” he grumbles around the whole ice cream cone in his mouth, face scrunched up in a brain-freeze-induced wince. “ayee ith waz a bah iyeah.” (translation: fuck, maybe this was a bad idea.)

“you got this. just take it slow,” you urge, except he’s stopped moving and speaking and closed his eyes as if he’s descending into a deep sleep. you’re actually concerned for about two seconds, and then his jaw begins to oscillate leisurely like an elderly cow in his favorite pasture. false alarm.

after some time, he swallows, beams. “so am i the fucking best or what.”

“yeah you are,” you echo, and he swings an arm over your shoulder, plants a chocolatey kiss on your temple. the two of you celebrate his daesangs with less enthusiasm.

“when are you doing that with me, by the way?”

“the one-bite thing?” he nods. “mmm, coaches don’t play.”

“mmm, this one will.”

“doubtful.”

fast forward a few weeks and you, jeongin, and his younger brother are sitting cross-legged on the porch in his backyard. three full-sized oranges rest in the center of your makeshift circle. damn is yoon hard to say no to. (runs in the family.)

“the rules!” he declares. “eat the orange whole! first to swallow it wins! you can’t spit it out!”

you wait. “is that it?”

“yes!”

why was the delivery so grand?

jeongin places a fond hand atop his brother’s head. “i’ve brought you a new loser, yoonie. get excited.”

you feign an indifferent scoff, but jeongin spots the fire that ignites behind your eyes like that of an anime protagonist, the resolute grip with which you palm your orange. he smirks. he’s never known you to take trash talk sitting down. or sitting cross-legged on his porch.

yoon counts you off. “ready…”

“good luck, coach,” jeongin sings.

“shut up, pipsqueak.”

“set…GO!”

in amusing unison, you and yoon try and fail to fasten your teeth around even half of the fruit. jeongin, meanwhile, fits the whole thing into his black hole of an oral cavity and launches into that dumb cow impression again.

desperate times call for desperate measures.

you rip the orange from your lips. “yoon! your brother’s ticklish, right?”

both yang siblings’ eyes widen—the younger’s in growing delight, the older’s in impending horror.

the latter reacts first. “ay, ay, ay, ah ahes eh ooles!” (translation: wait, wait, wait, that’s against the rules!)

but the former moves first, and you’re right behind him.

jeongin weakens when the younger boy assaults his sides, crumples when you target the back of his neck, the sounds leaving his mouth getting progressively louder and somehow even less intelligible.

he eventually has to spit out the orange to avoid death by pulp going down the wrong pipe and spins around in indignation, wiping at his chin with the back of his hand. but his annoyance—

you’re back on the floor, gnawing hopelessly at the the orange again. “ih ih eawahin, ooh.” (translation: this is embarrassing, yoon.)

yoon replies, “huh?” (translation: huh?)

—dissipates, immediately.

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[cheeseceli]

When you don't use their card

Pairing: Ot8!skz × Gn!Reader (individually)

Genre: fluff, reaction

Request: Wondering if you could do stray kids giving you their card when you go out shopping, but you don’t use it and they see you haven’t and what they do 💗🖤

Warnings: not proofread; nothing more if I'm not mistaken

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Bang Chan

Y'know when he goes 🤨? That's him right now. Genuinely doesn't understand why you wouldn't use it. Like, the card was right there... Next to you... And you chose to not use it? If you explain that you just didn't want to use his money because you didn't feel comfortable, he'll explain to you that he doesn't mind in the slightes if you spent it. Actually, he'd be kind of honoured if you did. When he convinces you, he is smiling all adorable and content fr

Lee Know

When he didn't receive any notification from the bank he thought you had actually lost his card lmao. The minute this thought pops in his head he's calling you asking about the whereabouts of his card. When you tell him that you just didn't want to spend his money, he'll manage to convince you to use his card through the phone. He has a proud grin when he receives the first notification from the bank.

Changbin

He'd be kinda sad ngl. When he offered you his card and you took it he was feeling so proud of himself 😭 like "oh I'm such a good boyfriend :D". So when you don't use it he pouts for a second or two. Spend his money and he'll get happy again real quick!!

Hyunjin

Got a little :( tbh. But he doesn't address about it nor have a really dramatic reaction at first. Some days later he will spoil you with a lot of gifts, things he thinks you could've bought with his card. Half of it is just to make you happy and half of it because he wants to make you feel valued through his acts.

Han

Oh he's betrayed. How could take his card like you were going to use it but then you don't?? Stabbing him would've hurt less (he'd be so dramatic lol). Would try to go shopping with you next time just so he can make sure he'll be the one paying

Felix

When he didn't receive any notifications of the bank he thought that you just didn't buy anything. Perhaps nothing satisfied you so you didn't even buy it. But when you come back home with your shopping bags he's so ??? Like "how did you buy those things🤨". Audibly gasps when you tell him you used your own money. Betrayed pt2.

Seungmin

Gives you a glare that makes you freeze when he finds out. Next time you go shopping he offers you his card again, making sure he's glaring at you again like there's a threat in his eyes - "you better use this card this time." When you actually do he switches up completely and gives you the sweetest smile ever lol. It would be kinda cute ngl

I.N

I think that at first he wouldn't have noticed that you didn't buy your things with his money. But then you go shopping again and his bills stay the same... I think he'd catch up at the second or third time. Accuses you of letting him be delusional all this time believing he was the one paying for you😔 jokes aside he'd let you know that it's okay if you don't feel comfortable spending his money, but it's his pleasure to spoil like this and that if you don't mind him paying, you shouldn't hesitate on actually using his card

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[diddybok]

best friend!stray kids finding out from another member that you have a crush on them

all characters depicted in my writing are from my own imagination and do NOT in any way represent nor reflect the people in real life :)

➩pairing: ot8 x gn!reader

➩genre(s): text, fluff

➩warnings: strong language, suggestiveness, mentions of sex, it’s implied that reader is incredibly down bad for the member

➩author’s note: no angst! no angst! we cheered. i had so much fun writing this. fun fact: the thirst comments on seungmin’s are real ones i saw in the comment section of a gojo edit on tiktok

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[daaawnnn]

maybe, i like you

skz reaction: request - Hii I loved your post I was wondering if u could do a fake texts “them finding out from another member that u have a crush on them” thankyou and have a good day💕💕

pairing: bsf!skz x gn!reader

warnings: none?

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skz - forgetting to kiss them

pairing: non-idol!skz x gn!reader

prompt: u forget to kiss them hello when u come home

genre: fluff!! just silly fluff

warnings: food mentions :3 + intentional lowercase & no proofreading.

daisy's notes: couldnt b me. id never stop greeting them w kisses. no one look at how long jisung's is i was particularly delulu when i wrote it

bang chan

chris noticed... almost immediately that was off about you. the embarrassing part was that it was partially due to the fact you didn't greet him with your usual "hi, i'm home" kiss.

it wasn't that chris looked forward to that kiss (he did, but that wasn't the point). he liked to think he was just... attuned to you. that he could feel the general vibe you had whenever you entered a room. he wasn't missing your "i'm home" kiss--he was merely noticing that you weren't feeling great. that something was weighing on your mind. so he called out as he heard you go back to the kitchen to get something to drink, asking about your day.

immediately, he heard you let out a long sigh. "work was awful and then i missed my bus so i had to take a cab."

chris nodded. "ah. gotcha."

you made your way over, sitting down next to him. "... did i do something?" you looked over toward the door, trying to retrace your steps. you hadn't slammed the door, and you hadn't been too late coming home...

"nah!" he looked over, "i mean, you kinda didn't give me a kiss when you came home. figured something was wrong."

you stared at him for a moment. did you really always give him a kiss when you came home? you liked to, because it was your own little way of saying "hi, i missed you," to him with just a quick peck. after a moment, you leaned in, pressing a quick peck against the corner of his lips before planting another on his lips proper.

"there," you giggled. "is that better?"

judging by the way chris giggled back, pulling you in for a third... maybe not. (but it wasn't as if you were going to complain.)

lee minho

usually, minho didn't mind whether you kissed him or not. he'd always enjoy your kisses, and found it endearing that you pressed a quick kiss against his lips whenever you came home, but he never asked nor would he ever force you to do it. sometimes he'd kiss you as a greeting, though, just because he liked to see your smile.

other times, when he was feeling a little more devious... he'd call out to you, just like he did tonight. "you forgot something!"

you came back into the room, shirt half-unbuttoned as you'd been in the middle of changing. you furrowed your brow, pouting a little as you tried to figure out what was wrong.

he just smiled at you. "you did."

a moment later, it hit you. you snorted, and made your way over, pulling him in for a kiss that lasted a few seconds longer than the usual one you usually gave him. your hands fell to his shoulders, and you drew back. "there. is that better?"

"i missed you," he giggled. "is that so wrong?"

you rolled your eyes, and gave him another peck on the tip of his nose. "love you, too, you dork," you said, pulling away from him to go change.

(and the sound of your laugh as you continued away despite the way he lunged to grab at you, just barely missing your ass... all minho could do was smile to himself.)

seo changbin

changbin was a reasonable guy. he waited a reasonable amount of time (ten minutes: you said you weren't going to shower or anything yet) before approaching you in the kitchen. "are you mad?"

you looked up from where you were working on dinner. he was so genuine about the question, and it threw you for a loop. had you done something to imply that you were...? all you did was get started on dinner because it was your night to cook. "what?"

"we always talk about these things," he said with a sigh. he crossed his arms, leaning against the counter, eyes bearing into your own, "did i do something? you can tell me if i did. it's okay."

"binnie, honey, i have no idea what you're talking about."

"really?" he frowned, and gave you this look of disbelief. "you always give me a kiss when you come home, and today, you didn't. do i need to run to the store? did i forget something--"

oh! you almost laughed at how adorable he could be sometimes. "nope," you said, reaching forward to pull him in. "just got distracted when i got home." ever so casually, you kissed him, and planted an extra on the corner of his mouth. "good to know you'd miss my kisses, though."

changbin just pulled you in again with a giggle, content to steal a few more from you before he let you go... for now.

hwang hyunjin

hyunjin didn't notice at first. he'd been curled up on the couch with a book when you came home, carrying a few bags of groceries that you insisted on handling yourself since they were for tonight's dinner. it was your night to cook after all, and--after asking to make sure you didn't want help--he settled back into his spot.

and then it hit him eventually: you... didn't kiss him when you came home. why didn't you kiss him? you always went out of your way to do it, after all. he leaned up, looking over to where he could see you deeply concentrating on the recipe you were reading. then again, you had set down the groceries and lounged around for a little bit first--the two of you had even talked during that. maybe you were mad at him? he knew he'd been petty about things before and denied you kisses as a result. maybe he was the one who was supposed buy groceries...? but you didn't give him a list or text him anything...

"honey?" he called out.

immediately, it caught you attention. 'honey' wasn't really his usual term of endearment for some reason: you were always his love, his baby. "what's wrong?"

his face grew warmer--was it really that concerning? "nothing--" he started, but realized that you only grew more concerned. "you didn't kiss me when you came home."

"oh."

he decided to keep going, "did i do something--"

"if you want it," you cut him off, "then come get it."

he just stared at you. "... what?"

"i was thinking about dinner," you said, turning back to what you were cooking. "but if you want that kiss, you'll have to come get it."

hyunjin found himself smiling, pushing aside his blanket and the book to get up and make his way over to you. he kissed you, smiling into it as well, as his hands fell to rest on your waist.

all better.

han jisung

jisung was not afraid to admit that he was deeply in love with you. and sometimes... that meant he'd overthink the little things. his heart was so full of devotion to you that sometimes he'd get too deep in his own head, trying not to do anything to wrong you. of course, he knew you, and he knew that you'd always accommodate him by telling him things outright. if he hurt you, you pointed it out and asked for space so that the two of you talk things out properly when both of you were ready for it. but today you were sitting at the other end of the couch, a pillow hugged against your chest as the two of you watched TV. or, well, you watched TV. jisung was watching you.

"hey." his foot bumped against your leg. "did something happen today?"

you tore your gaze away from the screen, brows drawing together. "no?" yet you continued to watch him for a moment, eyes scanning his face for anything that would give him away. "are you okay?"

he nodded. even that confused 'no?' was enough to soothe his thoughts. you would be honest with him, after all: that was what the two of you did. he settled into the couch. "i'm fine," he said, hoping it sounded casual enough.

yet you tilted your head, as if trying to get a better look at him. "baby?" you set the pillow onto the floor, moving a little closer. "did i forget something?"

he grew flustered immediately. "it's okay--it's not a big deal--"

"ohh," you lit up, smiling as you already knew. he liked the twinkle in your eyes whenever you knew something. "i know what it was." you crawled over to him, teasing him a little, "my jisungie didn't get his kiss today--"

he found himself unable to fight back a smile. "it's not a big deal, honey--"

"nope!" you giggled, and practically launched yourself at him. he'd end up pinned against the couch, "gotta make up for it with extra kisses for worrying my jisungie."

god, he loved you. you peppered kisses all over his face despite his laughter, slightly pushing back against where your hands were at his wrists to try and re-ground himself better against the couch, yet you didn't let go. sure, maybe you were hamming it up and acting extra cute for him... but he knew what this was. it was a message, loud and clear, that you cared about him wholeheartedly. you knew he could get anxious sometimes, especially when it came to potentially accidentally upsetting you. 'i want to make you happy' was what you told him once. he hoped you could feel the way he smiled into the soft kiss you pressed against his lips. when you drew back, you just stayed there, hovering over him and admiring how the glow of happiness looked on him.

"i'm home," you said.

jisung just brushed a stray strand of hair away. yeah... you are his home.

lee felix

as much as felix wanted to whine at you playfully for forgetting to kiss him when you came home (a staple of your relationship, he'd joke)... he couldn't help but worry. he continued to work at dinner, mentally going over your interactions today. he knew you well enough to know that he hadn't done anything to upset you unless you were having an off day where everything annoyed you (no shame in it, he thought; he had those days, too). it wasn't until after he finished making dinner that he called out to you.

"did something happen today?"

you looked up, brows drawn together, but he could see the fatigue on your face from stressing about something. "no?"

he set aside what he was doing, making his way over to where you were sitting, laptop open in front of you. you changed tabs immediately away from whatever you were doing for work right as felix began to knead at your shoulders.

"this is cheating," you whined, head dipping back so you could see his face.

"and i'd do it again," he said, dipping down to plant a quick peck against your forehead. "you can talk if you need to. i don't mind listening."

with a sigh, you shut your eyes while felix continued to massage your shoulders. sure enough, there was someone you had to deal with at work that had annoyed you enough that you were still running through the conversations hours later. he just stood there, listening and nodding along as he continued to work his magic on your tense muscles.

when you finished, he leaned down to press another quick kiss against your lips. "feeling better?"

"a lot, actually," you sat straighter in your chair, reaching forward to close your laptop. "thank you, lixie."

kim seungmin

seungmin had sat on the couch for too damn long, pretending that everything was fine. yes, you didn't kiss him when you came home, but that didn't mean anything. clearly, it didn't mean anything. except maybe you were mad at him, and you were withholding a stupid kiss because of it instead of talking it out like adults. that was what the two of you agreed on: no going to bed mad. to say that you were mad and needed space. not... whatever this is.

"seungmin?" you had sat down at the other end of the couch. "what's eating you?"

his eyes were a little too sharp when he looked at you, frustration all too evident on his face when he was supposed to be hiding it. "that's what i should be asking you."

and then... genuine, unfiltered confusion. your brows drew together as you watched him, smile falling. oh.

fuck. you weren't mad at him.

"never mind," he says quickly, "it's stupid--"

you moved over so that you could reach out and take one of his hands in your own, "seungminnie, it's not stupid if it's bothering you!"

ah. using cuteness to get what you wanted. unfair. "you didn't kiss me when you came home like you always do, so i thought you were mad. so then i got made because we agreed to always talk things out."

immediately, you giggled. "aw, seungmin... you really like my kisses that much?"

when you leaned forward to kiss him, he immediately shrank away, trying to block your mouth from his own. "no! not now! it's not the same now!"

yet your laugh was enough to make him drop the act. your lips pressed against his, and he smiled into the kiss, happy to have your arms around him... even if you'd never let him live this down.

yang jeongin

jeongin considered himself one of the more mature people in his friend group. sure, he could be silly and goof off sometimes, but he'd heard his other friends with partners complain about the tiniest things that turned out to be nothing. so with you, he felt a little comfortable in assuming that your "i'm home" kiss just slipped your mind. you'd texted him your bus was running late, so he'd decided to make you a cup of tea for when you came in. and when you threw yourself onto the couch, saying nothing to him for a while...

well, jeongin had a pretty strong feeling that you needed someone to listen to you instead. he'd sat down next to you, passing you the mug as he leaned in to press a quick peck against your lips. his own little "welcome home" kiss that he'd try to greet you with sometimes, if given the chance.

"do you want to talk about it?"

he watched as you took a long sip of tea, letting out a sigh once you'd set the mug down. "work sucked."

jeongin nodded. "and your bus was late..."

another heavy sigh. you turned your face to look at him, reaching for his hand. he gave it to you without any teasing, and watched as you pressed a kiss against his knuckles.

"are you sure it's fine for me to unload all of this on you?"

"that's what i'm here for," he hummed, sliding in a little closer so that he could draw you closer. "you listen to me, right?"

the hint of a smile ghosted over your lips, and jeongin watched as you settled in, head resting on his shoulder. "right..."

he just pressed another kiss into your hair as you launched into telling him about your day. no need for you to worry about giving him any 'i'm home' kisses: jeongin would supply you with as many 'welcome home' kisses as you needed to make you smile again.

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[zeroeightzeroone]

stubborn - han jisung

love collection

genre: angst? hurt? eventual comfort?

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

warnings: none

wc ~3k | moodboard

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"you're not hearing me at all."

you push yourself off the edge of jisung's bed, onto your feet and make your way around the room gathering the things you came with. which isn't much since he keeps some of your things in his dorm. fingers running through your locks; the state of your hair expressing the brewing frustration within you. what was supposed to be a lovely night sleeping over at jisung's turned into the two of you pushing each other's buttons.

you're quick to swing the door open and make your way into the hall but jisung's quick to follow you out. 

"baby, come on!" he calls, hot on your tail, "y/n!"

"leave me alone ji!"

jisung sneers, "you wanted me to communicate more! here i am! communicating but you're walking away!"

you stop, spinning around to face the boy so suddenly that your bodies almost collide. there, in the hallway of jisung's dorm, you're standing face to face, chests rapidly heaving from your uneven breathing, the rage radiating off your bodies. feeding off each other's emotions.

"yes. i wanted you to communicate more but," your tone stern as your eyes narrow up at him, "that also meant hearing me when i'm communicating something to you! listening to me–"

"please. i've been listening to you!"

"no you haven't! it's like i'm speaking into a void when i tell you that i miss you, ji! we've been together for six months, but i've barely seen you in the past few months."

"you know how my job is," jisung crosses his arms over his chest.

"i'm not asking for you to be attached at the hip. all I'm asking is to see you more than i do right now."

"my schedule doesn't work that way. i can't always find the time for you."

"you can't? or you don't want to?" you counter with your arms crossed over your chest.

jisung scoffs at your implication, "what are you talking about?"

"you can't make time for me or you don't want to make time for me?" you look into jisung's eyes, "when we first started dating you wou—"

"–my schedules have changed. they're not the same as when we first started dating," jisung reminds you, "it's not that easy."

"you said that before too!" you remind him, with a frown adorning your lips, "you said it wouldn't be easy, i knew that, but–"

"but?"

"but..." your eyelids flutter, harshly gulping down the lump in your throat as you hold back the tears threatening to brew, "do you not want to try? do you not want to see me?"

"you know it's not like that," jisung sighs, voice laced with exasperation.

"then what? what is it like then?" the tears fall anyway.

"you knew what dating me would be like."

you scoff as you roll your eyes, "you can't keep using that defense."

"am i wron–"

you're quick to cut jisung off, "–i knew that my boyfriend being an idol wouldn't be easy, that we wouldn't get the opportunity to see each other as much as we would like–"

"if you knew then," he shrugs, "what's this all about?" 

jisung's words come out colder than intended.

"this is about you not even trying to fit me in! you stopped saying 'i'll try', now its always 'i can't'!"

"excuse me? i haven't been trying? how can you say that i haven't been trying?"

"where's the effort then jisung? show me!" angry tears stream down your face, "all our texts show that i'm the one asking when you're free! that i'm checking up on you! i'm the one initiating everything."

"i'm here now, aren't i?" jisung waves his hands up and down, "is that not enough for you?"

"after today i'll probably see you in another couple of weeks, or even more than a month when i'm the one asking you to spend time with me! me! your girlfriend!"

"god, i can't do this right now," jisung runs a hand through his unruly hair, "i've got a ton of work left to do and this conversation is going nowhere."

"fine," you huff.

a few moments pass with neither of you making any moves, staring straight ahead. though you're both in each other's line of sight, your eyes don't meet. avoiding the other's fiery gaze.

your cheeks are flushed, your falling tears soaking the heated skin but you make no effort to swipe them away. your bottom lip is trembling—your whole body feels like it's trembling due to the overwhelming amount of emotion that rush through your veins that very moment. jisung pretty much mirrors you, minus the tears, the way his brows are knit together, slow and heavy breaths leaving his flared nostrils.

with a sigh of defeat, you turn on your heel, then make a beeline for the door. jisung watches you make your way to the front door, not once looking back at him as you swing the door open and shut it behind you. 

and not once does he stop you from leaving. 

the door shuts and jisung turns around, walking to his room where he flings the door shut behind him and pulls his headphones on. drowning out his surroundings as he tries to steady his breathing.

an hour or two passes and chan walks through the front door, expecting to see your shoes next to jisung's at the door or some other trace of you inside the dorm, but nothing catches his eye. curious, the curly haired boy peeks into jisung's room to see if maybe you'd both gone out but jisung sits there in his computer chair.

the brunette's still got headphones on, no knowledge that his hyung stands in his doorway. right as chan is about to shut the door, his eyes land on a short stack of clothes on top of jisung's dresser: your favourite shirt of jisung's and a pair of jisung's sweatpants. the sight has chan nodding his head as he slowly steps back and closes the door.

even without asking, it's clear something went on between the two of you. the clothes sitting on top of the younger boy's dresser are the same clothes you're given to wear whenever you stay over. they're jisung's clothes but he sets them aside just for you because he knows how much you love them. instead, the clothes are neatly folded and untouched. 

on the way to his own room, chan sends changbin and hyunjin a text, letting them know about the current atmosphere of the dorm. 

walking in through the front door of your apartment and locking eyes with your roommate, the surprise on her face is apparent. she wasn't expecting you to come home tonight as you said you'd be sleeping at jisung's before leaving. regardless of her surprise, the moment she registers the look on your face, she's rushing over to pull you into a bear hug. 

oh, there go the waterworks again.

your trek home from jisung's dorm was an emotional rollercoaster, to say the least. 

you would cry, be fine, see the smallest thing and cry once again. you had literally seen a dog across the street and the tears started falling once again.

standing near the front door, you're holding her tight as you cry into her shoulder. she doesn't ask what the cause of your tears are, instead she rubs comforting circles on your back whilst swaying your bodies back and forth. allowing you to let it all out, no questions asked. the look on your face when you walked through the door said enough for her. moments pass until eventually, you feel that you've cried enough.

"thank you," you say with a sniffle, pulling away from her.

she smiles, "i'm here if you want to talk, even if you don't want to talk about it, i'm still here."

...

its been three days since you and jisung have seen each other. 

if you were to ask mutual friends of both yours and jisung's to point out the traits you share, other than the both of you being quite introverted. the top would be: stubborn.

were you both aware of how immature you were being, holding out hope that the other one would crack first? yes. of course.

it's just a matter of who is less stubborn and immature between the both of you.

jisung's holed himself up in the company building the past couple of days. most of his time is spent in chan's room or the dance studio (when he feels like moving) as he tries not to think about you.

keyword: tries.

you're all he can think about.

the brunette would be checking his phone to see if maybe you've sent something. jisung had gotten used to you sending him texts throughout the day but the past three days have been radio silent. he finds himself feeling incomplete without your random texts; feeling incomplete without you.

on the other hand, you've caught yourself almost texting or calling jisung first, holding yourself back for the sake of proving a point. albeit, in an immature manner, but a point nonetheless. just like your boyfriend, you're drowning yourself in work but it does nothing to get the boy with the cutest round cheeks out of your head. 

three days of radio silence seemed like more than enough, the longing for each other growing as the days pass. jisung misses your random messages about anything and everything, and you miss his random selfies throughout the day. 

you miss each other.

eventually, instead of the both of you being too hard-headed to admit defeat and initiate a conversation; the delay comes with the fact that neither of you know where or how to start. 

you and jisung have argued before, of course. it would be unnatural for no conflicts to have come up in six months of your relationship. however, it has never gone this far. 

with a deep breath, jisung raises his fist to knock at the door.

"hyung?"

from inside the room, chan hums. turning around in his chair as he calls for jisung to come inside. the door opens slowly, revealing jisung clad in sweats and a hoodie, sheepishly walking into chan's bedroom and taking a seat on the mattress. 

"what's up?" 

chan knows what's up. it's been quite obvious that something has been up with you and jisung for the past couple of days.

"i need some adv—... help. i need some help," jisung glances up at chan and back down, receiving another hummed reply from the older boy, "i fucked up."

jisung takes a deep breath, fingers toying at his sleeves.

"something happened between you and y/n, yeah?" 

jisung nods as chan leans back in his computer chair. with that, jisung begins rambling about the argument you two had while chan listens intently, mentally noting down points he believes to be significant. as jisung retells the exchange, he's reminded of the way you looked at him, the things you said to him and how he responded back to you. 

"i.. uh.. i don't know what to do," jisung's hands brush through his hair, elbows on his knees as he leans his weight forward, "i don't know where to start."

meanwhile, a floor down and a couple hours later, seungmin sits in the living room of his dorm on the phone with you. on your end, his voice comes through your phone speakers, filling your room.

"first of all, you two need to speak to each other."

"ok—"

"—i'm not done," seungmin hushes you, "how jisung managed to find someone as stubborn as he is, is beyond me but you're both stubborn as hell."

"... gee, thanks."

"you're welcome. you know it's true," even though he can't see you, you can't help but shrug with a small nod, agreeing with seungmin's statement. he continues, "but think about it like this. one reason you fought was because he wasn't prioritizing your relationship, right?"

"yeah?"

"what about right now?"

"huh?" 

"is the priority right now to be as hard-headed as possible to prove a point or…" seungmin drags out the last word, "is it your relationship with jisung?"

"my relationship."

...

"well, someone's up early," your roommate gasps when you walk into the kitchen.

you're fully dressed for the day, ready to go outside. usually this early in the morning you're still asleep, choosing to wake up right on time for work instead of earlier than needed.

"i thought you had a day off?" she muses, bringing the mug up to her lips and taking a sip of her coffee.

even before you entered the kitchen area, you could smell the fragrant aroma of coffee beans, filling the air the moment you walked out of your bedroom.

"i do," you nod, going to make yourself a cup of hot chocolate, not really in the mood for coffee.

"where ya' going?"

"i'm gonna go to the dorms," you turn around and lean against the counter, "talk to ji."

"woke up early to avoid the morning rush?" the soft smile on your face paired with the sigh says enough, "how are you feeling?"

you shrug, "a bit nervous... but i'm always nervous going into serious conversations."

she chuckles, "oh yeah. i remember the conversation we had when you wanted to be a potential roommate."

the memory has your cheeks flushing, throwing your head back in embarrassment. to this day, you don't know how she chose you instead of the other, non-embarrassing, applicants. right before your roommate leaves for work, you're exchanging a quick hug and then she's out the door. 

the longer you sit alone in the kitchen, stewing in your own thoughts, deliberating over the plan you've repeated in your head a million times; the more your anxiety heightens. prompting you to close your eyes before it can spill over the brim. you take a deep breath, trying to focus on your heartbeat.

the sudden knock at the door has your heart jump, the noise startling you. 

you glance out the kitchen doorway, spotting your roommate's house keys hanging on the rack next to the front door. shaking your head, you walk towards the front, unhooking her keys whilst you turn the knob with your other hand. 

she's always been quite forgetful.

with an amused smile on your face, you pry the door open.

"no wonder i didn't hear your keys when you left—"

you gulp, heart flipping in your chest.

its not your roommate. 

the words are caught in your throat at the sight of the man standing in front of you.

han jisung's here, inside your apartment complex and right outside your front door. the hood of his brown jacket is pulled over his beanie-clad head, and the bottom half of his face is covered by a mask but the nervousness is obvious as he awkwardly shifts his weight on his feet, eyes flickering around.

"can i come in?" he asks with a soft voice. 

you nod, stepping aside, giving jisung the space to walk through the front door then shutting it behind him. he discards his shoes at the door, before you're walking in front of him, leading you both into the living area. the two of you take a seat on the couch, a couple inches of space between your bodies. awkward silence lingering in the air, neither of you knowing who should speak first.

jisung clears his throat and decides to take the leap.

his hands reach up to remove the mask and hood, "where.. uh.. were you going somewhere?"

referring to the denim jeans and hoodie you've got on. his hoodie.

"i was going… to see you."

jisung angles his body in your direction, blinking a couple of times as your gaze flickers towards him.

"... you were going to see me?" you nod, "but.. why?"

now you're turning to him, brows knit in confusion. what does he mean why?

"so we could talk about… you know..."

jisung is mentally smacking himself, "no-no, i know that but you shouldn't be the one going over there.. it should be me coming to you. to talk to you, to apologize to you."

"but i have things to apologize for too…" your hands play with the ends of the hoodie you're wearing, "i... i'm sorry that i made it seem like you don't put anything into our relationship. i hurt you by saying you aren't trying. i know you do, i know its hard with your schedule and all... i—"

jisung shakes his head, scooting closer, taking your hands in his own. the mere feeling of his hands on yours has your heart skipping a beat, your skin tingling under his touch. 

"honestly, i was hurt hearing you say i haven't been trying, putting in any effort," the pads of his thumbs gently caress your skin, "it's embarrassing to admit... but it did hurt my ego."

jisung's chocolate brown iris' swim with guilt and sadness. 

both emotions stem from his inadequacy as a boyfriend recently; hurting the person he cares the most about. its true that you don't realize what you've lost until it's gone, and he had a taste of it for the past three days. he doesn't want to be without you, never again. 

"i didn't see the mistakes i'd made, the ways i hurt you. instead, i hurt you more in that conversation, didn't i?" 

the way your lips press into a straight line is enough of an answer for him.

"i'm sorry," jisung squeezes your hands gently, "i'm sorry for not putting more effort into our relationship."

"you are—"

"no, i'm not," he shakes his head, "if i was then it it wouldn't have been brought up, and we wouldn't have had that fight."

"... mhmm."

"i kept saying you knew what you were getting into dating me," a bitter laugh slips from his lips at the memory, "but i also knew what getting into a relationship. god, i fucked up."

your stomach turns and your brain starts to scatter. overthinking about what jisung could say next, hypothesizing the worst-case scenarios.

"i knew that it wasn't going to be easy... that dating me is going to be a lot harder than it would be if you dated... someone else– someone that isn't a celebrity," his fingers fiddle with your own, "you knew all of that and still said yes to me, you still chose me?"

"of course, because i want you. no one else."

jisung's cheeks get rounder as his toothy smile widens at your words. he blinks quickly, snapping himself out of his quick daze and continues.

"i haven't been the best boyfriend lately, i know that..." his brown eyes lock with your own, "i'm sorry for how i hurt you that day... even leading up to that... i know i wasn't putting in that effort and there's no excuse for that, honestly. i haven't been fair to you."

"its okay."

"its not, don't say that, baby," jisung sighs, "i know i fucked up but i'll make it up to you. i promise! i'll do everything i can to make it up to you, i'll work harder on us... i'll find a... what is it? b-balance! balance! i'll work on communicating more... j-just be patient with me? i know you already are but—"

"—you're rambling," you cut him off, knowing if you didn't he'd just continue to talk in circles.

it's adorable, it's endearing.

but you take this opportunity to apologize in return, "i'm sorry too. i'm know i hurt you too that day. i could've found a better way to bring it up to you, talk to you about it but i didn't and i'm so sorry. i need to work on that, i need to work on a lot of things but… we'll work on us, together. it'll be hard but-"

"as long as we're together."

you nod, repeating his words, "as long as we're together."

jisung's hands move up to cup your cheeks, caressing the skin gently as your own hands are circled around his wrists. leaning in, he places a kiss onto your forehead, his lips lingering for a moment before he pulls away. his chocolate brown eyes graze over your face with a delighted look, taking the time to memorize your features all over again, etching them into his brain as if it was the first time all over again.

starting with your eyes. your stunning eyes that bore into his own, jisung finds himself entranced by them and the way they sparkle when you're talking about your passions, the things you love. your eyes that smile whenever you laugh at his stupid jokes.

your nose, which you've repeatedly expressed your dissatisfaction with, but jisung find absolutely adorable. the way your nose scrunches up when you laugh or when you're playfully glaring at him.

your lips. your plush, baby pink lips that jisung would kiss all day if he could, especially when you're in a pouty mood. the way your bottom lip juts out makes his heart flip. sometimes he finds himself staring at your lips, allured by the way they move as you speak.

you. you're absolutely breathtaking, beautiful. the most beautiful being he's ever laid his eyes on. the most beautiful being, inside and out that he will ever lay eyes on. he's convinced that nothing else, that no one else will captivate him, entrance him, amaze him the way that you do. the way only you do. its you, only you.

"i love you."

the three words, eight letters leave jisung's lips for the first time, directed to you, dedicated to you and you feel like you're levitating. the words, paired with the melodic vocal tone of the man sitting across from you has you breathless, the sound is intoxicating. you're addicted, so high and elated that for a moment, you wonder if you heard right.

"you..?" you're speechless.

jisung's face beams with happiness, his eyes crinkling into crescent moon shapes at the sight of your own eyes that currently resemble a lost puppy; large, round and beaming up at him.

"it was like a part of me was missing over the past three days. the past three days i didn't have you, three days without you... three days where i got the taste of what life would be like if i lost you. you, y/n, are my heart," he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, "i can't— i don't want to imagine a life without you, it would only be incomplete. i love you…"

jisung pauses, biting down on his bottom lip, trying to bite back his smile. 

"fuck… i'm so in love with you."

"han jisung," you press a kiss to his lips with a hum before pulling away ever so slightly. lips brushing against his as you speak, "i'm so in love with you. it's crazy."

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[slytherinshua]

[ 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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[y4z1]

bf!Chan who'd..... (MDNI)

bf!chan who'd use your voice as back vocals in a song

bf!chan who'd call you baby and babygirl ALL the time as if your real name doesnt exist

bf!chan who'd randomly run up to you and start cuddling you while giggling like a little kid

bf!chan who'd make horrible dad jokes with you

bf!chan who'd give you so, so, so, many back hugs

bf!chan who'd melt and cover his face when you call his curly hair cute

bf!chan who'd put his head on your chest to hear your heartbeat when your sleeping

bf!chan who'd pull you closer to him when he feels your too far

bf!chan who'd be jealous if he saw you with another guy (he's definitely the jealous type and you can't convince me otherwise)

bf!chan who'd love to have you in the studio with him

bf!chan who'd call you things such as "pretty" and "beautiful"

bf!chan who'd drop so many pickup lines at you

bf!chan who'd be SO touchy with you all the time, like rubbing his cheek against yours (the cheeks on his face), throwing a leg over you when you're cuddling, rub your back and belly for no reason, ruffle your hair, etc

bf!chan who'd buy you a gift and say it's nothing as if it's not the price of your whole human being

bf!chan who'd feed you food even if you didn't ask

bf!chan who'd take you on night walks and keep you close in case anything happens

bf!chan who'd call you and tell you all about his day

bf!chan who'd ask for your opinion on a song he made

bf!chan who'd put his hands around your waist all the time because his hands fit perfectly around the shape of your waist like a puzzle piece

bf!chan who'd get shy when you compliment him

bf!chan who'd help you cook

bf!chan who'd teach you how to swim

bf!chan who'd get you chocolate when you're on your period

bf!chan who'd fuck you in the studio

bf!chan who'd love when you call him daddy or sir

bf!chan who'd grab your neck while pounding into you at a godly pace but not to the point where you can't breathe

bf!chan who'd degrade you during sex because he knows it turns you on

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[jeongsoo-jin]

Here's the request for Jisung

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[giddyfatherchris]

📱skz texts — they notice you aren’t wearing a bra

| including. han, felix, seungmin, i.n.

warnings. still keeping the gender neutral thing, but in this situation, reader has breasts

requests. open!

a/n. hope you like these :) also just wanted to thank you guys so much for all the lovin on my silly little fics, we surpassed 500 followers and i can’t believe so many ppl like my stuff enough to follow ❤️‍🩹 really means a lot to me, sending you all lots of big hugs xxx

hyung line

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[beausyd]

texts w bf!han

!! pairing: han jisung x gn reader

❥ warnings: (very) slightly suggestive, swearing, and that’s abt it

↳ note: mostly funny and cute! and i meant “should ACTUALLY” im dumb :(

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