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13 (hanjisung)

One foot in front of the other, shouldn't be too bad. One and two and three and for. And five. And six. You somehow manage to climb up the stairs, the steaming hot bowl of kimchi jjigae still perfectly intact in your hands, you almost want to pat yourself on the back for succeeding in not spilling a single drop.

You tap the base of the door with your foot, carefully balancing your weight on your knees so that you don't tumble to the ground, and luckily enough Han opens the door for you, a tired but still bright smile on his face: "baby", he sighs softly, letting you in so you can quickly place the bowl down on the table, away from the scattered, crumpled paper sheets and portable keyboard.

Han had recently turned the spare room upstairs into his little at home studio. It reflected his personality so well, his sunset to sunrise lamp glowing in the corner, a few guitars hanging on the wall, a small, black leathery couch at the back, conveniently displaying an arrangement of fuzzy blankets. Cozy vibes and the persistent smell of his cologne and half empty coffee cups.

It was his refuge, his sanctuary. You barely stepped foot in it, only occasionally gathering up the discarded take out containers and forgotten plaid flannels and hoodies left amassed on the spinning chair, you were so careful even while vacuuming the place, for you didn't want to taint his favourite room in the house, didn't want to disturb the place where magic was created on the daily.

"I know you said you weren't too hungry but you've been holed up in here the whole night, please have at least a few spoonfuls", you encourage meekly, pointing at the soup you had just placed on the desk, Han nods and and sniffs the fragrant, hearty smell of his dinner, scooting his chair closer to the edge of the seat so he can reach the bowl more comfortably,"I will, thank you for taking care of me when i forget to", he jokes. Kind of.

He only ever half joked when it came down to his mental health. The smile on his lips not quite reaching his dark circled eyes, a pencil still in his hand, the suffused pale blue light of his computer screen casting its glow on the wall: you had interrupted him while he was clearly writing a new song, and you felt bad. For writing and composing music was the one thing that kept him sane, helped him process his emotions and turmoil.

He was insanely talented and imaginative as is but whenever he went through a rougher patch, his songwriting skills just went up several different notches. The pain in his heart and the fuzziness in his head tragically pulled out the best musical talent in him. Sometimes he'd let himself be consumed by sleepless nights spent with his headphones on and endless cups of coffee and more half finished lyrics than he could count.

Nodding sympathetically, you place a small kiss on top of his head and hug his frame briefly, your hands slipping beneath the collar of his white and blue checkered shirt than swallowed him whole, then down onto his front, briefly circling his torso, his small waist that drove you insane.

You gently pat his tummy and his stomach, chambers of his silent distress, the anxiety you knew was slowly but surely eating him up from the inside. "I love you, I'll leave you to your masterpiece", you whisper, reluctantly letting go of him.

The house falls quiet if not for the faintest strumming of a guitar, a few chords being played on the recorder, a gentle lullaby floating in the air as you go about the rest of your late evening meal prepping for the next few days and then cleaning up.

When the clock strikes just 10 minutes past eleven you plop two herbal tea bags into their designated ceramic cups and lean on the counter, propping yourself up on your elbow while you wait for the tea to brew. A yawn escaping your lips as late night approaches.

You quietly head upstairs, both cups in your hands while you mentally curse yourself for the handles are not scalding against your palms but still hot enough to feel the slight burn on your skin. This time the door to Han's studio is ajar, so it's a little easier to slip through: curled up on his chair, eyes closed and a serene smile on his relaxed lips, big headphones snug on his ears, he looks divine. Effortlessly beautiful.

It's heartwarming, really, to see him so fully immersed into his own music, the love of his life. It must be so cathartic for him, you think to yourself, deeply grateful for you get to witness just how art and artist save each other day by day. An impelling urge to kiss his face and his beautiful mind begins to prickle your skin and you're just one breath away from him when the song in his headphones stops and Han blinks his eyes open, looking a little startled as he finds you right there,peering into his face, likely with the most mad heart eyes ever.

"SORRY! didn't mean to scare you! You just looked so ...at peace", you mumble, setting down the mugs as he removes his headphones and chuckles, "that's okay, thank you for the tea", he replies quietly, smiling at you and then puckering up his rose coloured lips, requesting a kiss with no use of his words. And you comply eagerly.

"Is the next skz album coming along well?", you inquire, mollified the second your boyfriend's attention is fully diverted from his computer screen to your body, hands resting on your waist, the soft, warm pressure so comforting one second and then so delightfully flustering the next, especially when they briefly climb up your back, a single finger running down your spine, guiding you onto his lap, "mmh I think these songs are for me only, wanna have a listen?", he offers, holding out his headphones for you.

With your back resting against his chest and his arms securely wrapped around your waist, you close your eyes and let the notes fill you your ears, his melodic voice travelling up your eardrums, your brain, your heart. His tone emotional, deep, intense, sometimes desperate, shaking you from the inside out. Not that you didn't expect that, you knew very well just how much of a musical genius he was, but each and everytime his solo songs just hit you, they hit differently, for he really poured his heart and soul into them, tugged at all the right heart strings.

Transported into this other world, where the sound of his voice and the guitars and drums are the only things in existence inside your head, you barely notice Han peering closely at you, a grin on his face, one of his hands tantalizing on the hem of your shirt.

You only physically shake yourself awake when you feel his lips on your neck, soft but lingering kisses down the side, his hand now well beneath your shirt, gripping one cup of your bra confidently yet not aggressively, just enough to elicit the final electrifying tremor that has you removing his headphones in a haste and land back on earth, eyes wide, a stupid grin on your own face: "oh you've come back to me, finally. I thought my songs made you fall asleep", he teases, and you're so glad, so glad to see his playful side again, the snakes of anxiety clearly having relented their choking grip on him.

"I was just thoroughly enjoying the experience, listening to your music first is always such a blessing, I'm honored. With every new masterpiece your make I'm just... in awe. You truly have a gift, Hannie", you confess earnestly, loving the way he still blushes lightly and looks down, too shy to accept the compliments.

Han sighs contently and presses his lips to your cheek, "you're spoiling me, today and always", he mumbles, squeezing your sides briefly, "you're going to have my brain go rotten, I love it. I love you", he adds, smiling that heart shaped smile of his, "finish up your tea, I'll be done here in hopefully just half an hour and then we can go to bed okay?", he suggests, clearly noticing the veil of sleepiness behind your eyes.

He knew he was a night owl and you were not, noticed all the details, all the little tell signs you were getting tired after a long day, he always read you like a book, which was both endearing and fascinating, flattering, even, for how much interest he took in you, knew exactly what he needed to know about you like a manual.

"Is it okay if I stay here and wait for you? I'd like to listen to those two songs some more", you ask tentatively, gesturing for the headphones, "but like... It's okay if not. I can definitely just wait in our bedroom, I don't want to impose", you add in a fret, the last thing you want is to intrude in his space even more today. Though you really want to listen to his music more. Like really, really.

Han personally takes the headphones and clicks on the little loop icon on his phone screen before handing them both to you, the white, blank cover art for the mp3 track he had downloaded glowing in between you two, "impose? This home is mine just how much as it is yours, you can absolutely stay here, have a little nap too if you'd like, though I'll try to be quick and wrap up here", he reassures, "I appreciate that but... but this is your safe space, your sacred room", you reply, stroking his cheek, "yeah well I want you here, so go lay down and enjoy your private music session", he asserts playfully, a gentle resolve to his voice as he pouts.

During days when we were young and naïve, what we loved Were your pure, clear eyes that gazed into you and me, Ah-ah-ah Ah-ah-ah Ah-ah-ah Ah-ah-ah The night I walked you home, my warm spring days The day when thick mist filled the air

The high falsetto, the heart wrenching intensity of his vocals, the guitars reverberating in the background, you're floating. Head above water, just filled with the honey of his voice as your body glides on the surface of the water. Arms and legs straight, stretched out. You're so light and weightless you could forever roam the waters, motionless.

At least until something hefty and warm falls delicately on top of you, depositing on your chest and your torso and your legs like a light knitted blanket. Balmy leaves, a hint of mint, perhaps some musk, something stronger and amber like, leathery almost, wafting through your nostrils. Something soft tickles your jawline and your chin, your neck. One of your ears unclogs and something falls down your shoulder: "my sweet, perfect peach, hello, welcome back from the land of dreams".

Han chuckles from above you, a smrik on his face as watches you blink confusedly, the remnants of the same melody you had probably overplayed still playing distantly in the background. So maybe you weren't just floating on water but actually just laying down on the couch in your boyfriend's studio, the very same boyfriend currently settled right on top of you, curious brown eyes looking intently at you.

You giggle, embarrassed, and try to hide your face behind your hands as you cover your eyes and cheeks, "gosh... how long was I asleep for?", Han giggles himself and moves your hands away from your face, he leans down to kiss your lips, sweetly but with a subtle fever to it.

"A while... looks like my songs are soporific after all", he jokes, though it's short lived, the cheerfulness in his voice, he seems rather rapt right now, he keeps looking down at your lips over and over, "not at all. I'm just a teensy bit tired and the atmosphere here is really cozy and relaxed", you object gently, "that's understandable, you were up on your feet all day, making me dinner, checking in on me...",he trails off, his thumb brushing the blush on your cheek, "I didn't even make you dessert! Crap! Do you want anything right now? I can wip up some pancakes real quick!".

Strong whiplash hits the back of your neck as you try to sit up straight and get Han to move off of you in just one motion and, predictably so, you whimper in pain. Much to your boyfriend amusement who helps you sit up but also laughs his ass off at your impulsiveness. Hearing him laugh like that though, so gleefully so freely, that's just worth the pins and needles in your muscles.

"You don't need to make me anything", he says in a low voice, much somber now as he crawls over and kisses you once again, his soft lips crashing so perfectly against yours, "I've got dessert right here", he whispers, his hands now resting on top of your thighs as he slowly crouches down, balancing on the heels of his feet.

A little tumble. That was your heart.

Han squints a little, big expressive eyes turning into two slits, that sort of lazy, alluring look to them as he spreads your legs apart, enough for his head to fit right in between. The crackling of fire igniting in your belly, you watch as his fingers inch closer and closer to the waistband of your pants, pointer fingers hooking around the fabric, giving it a gentle tug, "may I?".

All you can do is nod, melting little by little as he locks eyes with you and removes your pants, the sight before him enough to make his Adam's apple bob up and down. He stars slowly, lazily even, only placing the softest kisses to the inner side of your thighs, making his way up to the seams of your underwear, leaving behind a trace of goosebumps on your skin.

Oh it's so hot. Suddenly you feel so hot. Shivering but hot. Slender fingers trace patterns over the cotton in between your thighs, circle motions, light tapping, you flutter your eyes shut as soon as Han kisses the very same spot his fingers just padded over. And then warmth, a wet warmth right over you in a stripe.

Nimble fingertips just brushing your navel, your hip bones, your thighs again, until your underwear are just a roll of fabric discarded on the floor. You have barely anytime to feel the air hitting your exposed flesh for Han just dips his mouth on you. A throaty sound rumbling from his lips, he buries his face in between your legs.

And he's good, like REALLY good. He knows he is. The man just knows how to use his mouth and his tongue,no matter where he's using them. You hiss underneath your breath, your hands instinctively running through his hair, how much you love how longer and curlier it is, tickling your bare skin, giving you the perfect excuse to tug at it.

A kiss, his cheeks hollowing out as he sucks and sucks, and your legs shake so much already he has to hold your thighs down, "oh baby, my soft baby, so shaky for me already?", he teases, a gentle but firm grip on your body as he tries to keep you still. His eyes fixate on your face, observing intently for any reaction depicted on your expression, his gaze so intense you feel it even with your eyes closed.

His tongue swivels around your most inner part, sloppily but with some heft to it, small licks as he taps on your mound, only increasing the blood flow there, you can almost feel yourself pulsating, even more so when you open your eyes, squinting a little, and meet his dark orbs still fixated on you, you can only see his eyes and the bridge of his nose, for the lower half of his face is just buried in you and god, it's so hot, just the sight of him like hat while he works on you, it's so hot.

Seconds turn into minutes and before you know it, in your heightened state of bliss, you feel your blood rushing faster down to your lower belly and your legs, your face contorting, sweating, as you feel progressively more hot and bothered and on the verge of imploding. Hands clamping down his hair, your start to breathe erratically, the pressure on your chest sinking down and down until your heart feels like it's going to collapse.

It's the tense, pre climax silence and the slight spams in your legs that do it for him, that and knowing you like the back of his hand, that and his welcomed obsession with staring at you, studying every single little detail that gives you away. Han keeps his pace, knowing that you're just seconds away from coming,he notices your abdomen contracting and relaxing alternatively, feels your ragged breath coming out in puffs in his hair.

One look. One last lingering look to see you biting down your bottom lip,hard, you exhale loudly and start to shake, rocking your hips until you're all up in his face. A fraction of a second later and he has you come all undone in his mouth. The shiver the tremble the wave of warmth and tingles from your belly to your core.

He wastes no chance, continuing to roll his tongue on your clit, kissing and slurping everything he can, helping you ride your high until you can't no more. Arousal glistening on his lips and his cheeks and his chin, he finally detaches his mouth from you, the little silver of his tongue on the corner of his lips as he laps up any residue before wiping his face with the back of his forearm.

Drunk-dazed, you look up at him from beneath your lashes, a small smile on your reddened lips, from how much you've been biting down on them, it just perfectly matches the blush on your cheeks, the splotches of heat on your chest and your tummy, like roses blooms all over.

"Oh, you're blushing, how cute", Han chuckles, cupping your cheek tenderly, gesture which you can only smile abashedly more at, "have i rendered you completely speechless? talk to me, say anything", he teases playfully, for he knows it always takes you a little while to compose yourself when he eats you out like that, even if he acts as if it's nothing.

"You're good, Jisung. You're good at anything and everything you do, an ace, a true ace", you mumble, avoiding his gaze, and he giggles adorably, leaning in to kiss your tummy, "am I a better lover or a better songwriter?", "OH THAT'S SO UNFAIR YOU KNOW I CAN'T POSSIBLY PICK", you exclaim, suddenly much more spirited and alert.

Han bursts into deep throaty laughs and doubles down on you, his forehead resting on your abdomen, his arms cradling your lower body, "alright alright, let's go to bed", he suggests, helping you put your underwear back on, "or I could go for seconds, while you listen to my songs again and decide which one you like better", he adds as if in an afterthought, smirking a little.

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sunboki · 10 months

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— START TO FINISH a Han Jisung fiction

🧸 : Han Jisung x implied! fem. reader

TROPE. enemies to lovers, forced friendship, friends to lovers, angst, fluff

WORD COUNT. 6.2k ☆ 31 minute read

WARNINGS. lots of cursing, underage drinking(reader & han are 18, legal drinking age in korea is 19), making up, reader punches someone

AUG'S NOTES. i know i know, after so long the fic is finally here!(thank goodness) and i just remembered how @geneziesm was excited for this back in.. february?? so apologies for the wait sweetness, hope you don’t mind that i changed our love interest from changbin to jisung :’) btw, the cabin they’re staying in looks like this

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SYNOPSIS. From start to finish. That’s how you ended things with Han Jisung, starting with your fist balled up and ending with a slam right to his cheek. Or so you hoped. “I mean, they’re just kids, what could they do?” Was what both of your parents said as they spoke over the phone without you knowing. Without either of you knowing you learned later on, luggage in hand as you stared at the dangling road sign beside the cabin’s entrance. Gangwon Cabin, the place you’d be occupying with Han Jisung, your mortal enemy, for two months. It could be worse.. right? No. This was the worst it could be.

or alternatively :

Two months ago you were certain you’d hate Han Jisung forever, but what about now?

You’re. Fucking. Kidding me.

"You take one step into this room and I cut off every limb attached to your body, understood?" Is what you hissed at the boy who looked too smug standing in front of you.

"Awe, aren’t you just the sweetest?"

"Better yet, I could cut off your tongue."

"The more the merrier." He stuck out his tongue connivingly, earning a hard slam of the door right in the face.

You don’t care if you have to slam that door a billion more times to escape from him, you’d do it in a heartbeat.

Your only priority for these two months? Avoid Han Jisung at all costs.

Han Jisung is the boy that ate sand as a kid. You’re sure of it.

You’ve convinced yourself he somehow ate enough sand to where it creeped up into his brain and made him into a complete asshole for the rest of his life. A shame, really.

You didn’t know if that was true or not —though you wouldn’t be surprised if it was— but the theory served as a decent explanation of why he acted like an absolute piece of shit… For the most part.

Honestly, the hatred was sort of mutual. If you define mutual as in unspoken glares across the classroom and his malice-filled smile glittering right back at you, then yeah, mutual.

Starting from the moment you stepped into Mr. Jeong’s class and took your seat beside him, a blazing electric bolt strung itself between you two. And despite being unsure why, the bolt grew stronger without sign of stopping, alighting hatred and dislike.

Was it fair carrying the burning grudge? Not at all, but if Han Jisung kept egging you on like he always did, it would stay that way.

Except what was once anger noticed by only you quickly escalated into heated, gas-lit arguments the entire school heard—because Han Jisung found the perfect timing every time. Heavy on the sarcasm.

Best example? You had utterly bombed your chemistry midterm, one you tirelessly studied for as well when a shadow loomed over your desk belonging to none other than the Devil’s offspring himself (if you guessed anyone other than Han Jisung, you’re dead wrong).

"I wouldn’t recommend crying in class, but that grade is pretty shitty so if you need a shoulder, I've gotcha sweetheart." He cockily pats his shoulder while sending you a wink, and you couldn’t believe someone would so blatantly ask for a broken nose, yet here you are.

Trust that your list of reasons to plan a burial for the seat-mate goes on as long as you breathe.

And apparently, whatever chemical reaction you’d fucked up during the exam turned out to be highly explosive on a Friday afternoon, unfortunately without the addition of Han’s broken nose. You were close though.

That day he picked. Picked and picked and picked enough that your fist found itself smashed against his jaw, the boy’s hand immediately coming up to shield the wound. Instantaneously, the classroom became noiseless apart from the sound of blood pumping in your ears and Jisung’s heavy breathing.

"Han Jisung, Ln Yn, go to the office. Now!" Mr. Jeong called from the doorway, noticeably out of breath from his brambled hair and glasses askew upon his nose.

The customary lecture about how you should "never resort to violence" was nothing new for the both of you, Counselor Kim’s furious tapping of her foot reflecting the glare she burned your way. From the other side of the room Han sat on the patient-bed, a bandage sized to his cheek covering where you’d unapologetically swung all your frustration. You had zero remorse and would continue to have zero remorse. Forever.

"For the love of god what are you two standing there for?! Apologize. This. Instant!" And with the final crack in her flaming attitude she stomped out the door, fanatically shaking her head with dismay.

Ravaging every advantage, you sauntered towards the boy, releasing a heavy sigh just to announce your 'sincerity' first and foremost. Now was prime time to sugar him up, and you’d be sure not to take it for granted.

Stepping forward, you lift your head to deliver a faux smile.

"I’m so sorry for everything I’ve ever done to you leading up to this, especially after punching you in a spot that won’t heal for a long time because you never deserved that and most definitely did nothing wrong." Delighted to finally be pushing his buttons just as he did yours, you plaster the most guilty expression you can manage, voice dripping with lies.

Jisung breathes a rather bored sigh.

"Nice try."

Geesh, he’s exasperating. Take a hit for once, why don’t you.

"You want me to pray for your forgiveness or what?" Managing to omit the derogatory nickname attached to your sentence, you spare a hasty glance at Ms. Choi, the nurse who every other male at the school had a crush on. She types into her laptop at an alarming pace—fortunately either ignoring or oblivious to your brewing cat-fight.

The boredom appears to leave him instantly for a reason you couldn’t guess. Regardless, you knew it meant bad news.

Exasperating. He is unbearably exasperating.

"'Didn’t think you were that in love with me, but no. I want you to give me a kiss," Using the hand he’d previously ran through his hair, he pointed to his cheek. "Right here."

Is no one else hearing this? He’s not serious .. right? And why are your hands sweaty?

"Bullshit."

Aha, there’s the usual Oxford graduate vocabulary. Let’s hope Ms. Choi didn’t hear anything.

"Sadly. Worth a try though." Jisung deflates, swinging his legs around aimlessly. He’s daring from a point you can’t figure out. His inability to piss you off is easy to discover, but there’s something else there—a word your finger keeps skipping over.

Then suddenly, in the midst of observing your lost-in-thought expression, he piques with realization. By the time you notice, all your earlier remorse voluntarily throws itself out the window. Not that there was any remorse anyway. Definitely.

"Wait- don’t tell me you’re actually going to apologize, hold on I need to record this—"

"SHUT UP! I’m leaving, have a good evening Ms. Choi." The poor woman jumped out of her skin, shakily bowing farewell as you stormed from the infirmary, seething rage billowing out both ears.

Your walk home lasted much longer than usual, probably because you didn’t even want to step foot on the property; wanted to savor every moment of fresh air before seeing your parents in their fury glittering glory.

Unbeknownst to you, they’d already gotten the call—four hours ago, to be exact. Though you didn’t realize that’s how long you’d been procrastinating, and neither did Han Jisung, who was doing the same thing.

Except while you walked around killing time, he occupied a swing at the old neighborhood playground, humming a tune to himself.

So as you turned the corner, the last person you expected to be there was there, seeming quite aloof as he gazed off into the distance.

"What’re you doing?"

You swore he leaped a solid foot into the air, hand frantically clutched to his chest as if you were the doctor telling him he wasn’t allowed to jack off anymore.

"Jesus! You scared me. I should ask you the same thing," Han grumbled, lips pulled into a taut pout.

This momentary peacefulness, or whatever isn’t hostility occupying the space between you is gross considering you’d socked him mere hours earlier, still able to make out the light bruising scattered along his jaw.

You kick off some of the mulch lingering atop your shoelaces. "Procrastinating going home, you?"

Laughing bitterly, Han settles back into the swing. "I guess that’s something we can agree on," He says, causing you to sort of falter.

Sadness lingers in his tone and you can’t decipher it, not when your average Han Jisung would be rearing to tease you. Instead, he remains quiet enough that when your phone buzzes in your pocket, you flinch.

"I’ve gotta go. This is the eighteenth time she’s called, I wish I was joking." You breathe through your nose, staring at your mom’s number flickering atop the screen.

Why you even dismissed yourself you don’t know. It was Han Jisung, why did you bother? You should’ve acted spiteful and left him at that. But you couldn’t. Not when he seemed so.. miserable. You staved down the gnawing guilt.

"What color do you want to wear in your casket, I’ll be sure to tell your parents."

Well there goes any chance of being nice.

"I hate you," You automatically snarl, spewing those words as if they had no weight anymore.

Looks like everything is back to normal, for now.

Currently standing at the doorstep, you thought back to all the excuses you’d used in the past and which one seemed suitable this time around. Which one would, hopefully, secure your life for another day.

There’s the truly heroic "he was insulting you guys! Saying you didn’t raise me right!" that would earn a bit of sympathy, or maybe you could even go bigger and say he was threatening to rob you and— the door opened. Shit.

"Come in! Tell me about your day at school." Your mother, strangely enough, smiled.

Okay. What the fuck is going on. Where’s the berating and disowning threat, seriously.

"Aren’t you mad?" You skittishly ask, only receiving a swift jerk of her head signaling for you to come in.

Hence, you tentatively, like an ax would strike you at any moment, obediently tip-toe into the living room, glancing around cautiously.

She finds her spot on the couch beside your dad and you nonchalantly shift a good distance from the two, just to be safe.

Who knows, perhaps they’d planned collaborative man-slaughter.

"Oh no, we’re livid, but we talked about it and have a fantastic idea that we’re sure will help!" Help what, you’re not sure. All you know is that this cannot possibly end well.

Your ungodly hour wake up was the first unfortunate event, basically being shoved into the car to who knows where and before you knew it, the sunlight illuminating the road in front of you became shrouded with shadows of tall alpines looming overhead. They spared no hint as to what their "fantastic idea" was yesterday, so the jury ruling your case as a third-degree murder was only something you could wonder from the backseat. Something you could wonder for a long, long time.

Thankfully, decades later, the vehicle eventually came to a halt and your parents wasted no time shoving you just as easily as they did into the car, outside of the car. Adjusting to the brightness, you find yourself facing a building only definable as a cabin from the wooden exterior and forest surroundings.

A creative collaborative homicide, definitely.

"We’re here~" Your mom calls from the passenger seat, helping unload stuffed suitcases from the trunk.

Suitcases. Lovely.

Alright, staying here for a while doesn’t sound too bad aside from the feeding yourself part. Yogiyo Food Delivery could find their way here, surely. You’d just have to give a generous tip, that’s all.

Clapping her hands together a little too excitedly, the woman pats your shoulder, gesturing to the abundant amount of luggage your dad heaved to the entrance, or wherever the rickety door leads.

Hold on, whose car is that parked beside yours?

Almost like she read your mind, her brows lift cartoonishly as you follow the click of a car door opening in unison.

"Oh! Right! Now we wanted to make sure this would be beneficial for both of you, so we invited Han’s parents to have him stay with you for these two months!"

Haha.

You’re dreaming. This is all a dream. Because Han Jisung did not just get out of that Kia, and she did not just say two months.

Automatically, your hands fly into the air, willing to battle your way out of this one if that’s what it takes.

"You’re leaving me here? Are you serious-what’re you-Hey! Don’t drive away!" Before you can open your mouth the two cars back out of the dirt road without so much as a goodbye to the children they’d utterly abandoned, might you add the children that wanted nothing more than to bury each other a day ago.

And so, the two months of summer hell began.

..Albeit, out of all your troubles, the scenery wasn’t too hellish opposed to the internal screaming echoing around your skull.

Instead, serene, comfortable sound consumed the wilderness surrounding the cabin, filling your ears with the hum of evening birdsong and water trickling from the river below. At least that part was tolerable.

You perch on the edge of the railing and listen, trying to distract yourself from your mind for a moment—allowing you to bask in a billion thoughts you wished to drown out.

Han had already gone inside without even a hello (not that you expected one), seeming to feel the same amount of hopelessness as you did after hearing your fate. Peaceful, until the creaking patio door opening rips every inch of calmness right out of your grasp.

"The view is nice, isn’t it."

Stop it. Stop talking like we’re friends. It’s not normal. We are not normal.

The sensible part of your mind tells you this is how people that don’t go for the throat talk, but you can’t convince yourself to communicate like that. Not with your history, not now.

"Nice without you interrupting me." Your grip tightened on the fence supporting you, refusing to even spare him a glance in fear of watching disappointment flood his frontal. You’d stab a stake through your chest before succumbing to him, before sympathizing his feelings.

"I’m going inside," you mouth, quickly slipping past him through the half-open door without another word.

Unforgiving. You are both very unforgiving. Or maybe it’s you, unable to forget about your grievances, unable to let go. For a second—closing the door behind you—you fear you’ll never be able to let go.

Radio silence inhabits the aged home, and you both hurry off to separate sides to digest everything’s awfulness in your own, unique ways. Han resorts to strumming the acoustic guitar he’d stuffed in his bag before leaving Seoul, and you, well, you cope, furiously pacing the room until exhaustion overtakes your limbs and you pitifully flop onto the floor.

The suitcases will have to rot outside tonight because leaving this spot, no less passing by the living area, meant Han Jisung exposure, the last thing your sour mood needed. You rationalize—you really do—but fleeting thoughts and whatever keeps itching your leg steal your chance of thinking positively.

Wait.

Alternatively, during what he assumes to be your sulking-about-how-life-isn’t-fair session, Han’s daily mug of coffee (the one he’d missed out on due to being forced up at the asscrack of dawn) was cut short thanks to a shrill scream. He hurriedly placed his beverage on the counter, racing to where you stood glued to the wall of the hallway, finger shakily pointing to a bug crawling along the floor.

Mischievously, Han crossed his arms over his chest, surveying the chaos that could ensue with a simple request. This was already off to a great start.

Why not get his fair share? Toying with you was way too fun after all.

"Y’know, there’s a great way to deal with this." He takes his last swig of caffeine while you basically crawl into your skin, impossibly backing up further from the skittering insect.

"And what would that be?"

Rookie mistake. He can tell you’re aware of exactly what he’s going to say next, already two steps behind him before you realize you can do anything about it. What to choose, what to choose.

Then, Ding! A marvelous idea strikes.

"I’ve always imagined the nickname Sungie would sound cute coming from you," he sings, dreadful anticipation vividly apparent. He’s having a blast.

Wrinkling your nose, your glare radiates nothing but red-hot animosity, patience walking a thin wire. Han loves every bit of it.

"What the hell are you talking abou—"

"You might wanna say it, that beetle is getting closer," He says, voice laced with devilish intent.

Unfortunately for you, life and death were the only ways to get through this. Naturally, you leaned closer to choosing death for the sake of your reputation, but life had to be an asshole and shatter your ego into a billion tiny pieces last minute.

"FUCK- Sungie- kill it now!" You shout, releasing a very frustrated scream you’re certain could’ve topped Regina George’s.

Beneficial? She called this beneficial?

"I knew it’d be cute,” He snickered, instantly covering the god-forbidden demon with his empty cup and grinning up at you with crescent moon eyes as if he hadn’t brutally manipulated your terror seconds before.

You hate him. Hate him hate him hate him.

God. You wanted to cry.

. ..

Jisung would’ve loved to see your reaction if he caused a ruckus so early, but he was being nice this morning, carefully traveling around the kitchen island to fill his thermos with water when he dropped the metal bottle and the loudest, most blaring screech echoed around the entire house.

Truthfully, it was an accident. Truthfully.

You wouldn’t believe him.

Not even a minute later, low and behold, the adorable grumpiness identified as you peeked out from a blanket burrito, noticeably seething from your bedroom door.

"It’s five in the morning you lunatic, what is so important that you’re leaving at five in the morning," you grumble, instinctively pulling your blanket tighter when he approached.

"You really want me to stay with you that badly, honey? All you had to do was ask~" You tiredly push away his kissy face leering close, clad in pajamas and not quite awake enough to put up with him.

He twirls the keys, stopping to dramatically blow you a kiss in the process.

"'M going on a run, don’t miss me too much,” Jisung waved, and with the click of the door closing behind him, he’s gone to who knows where.

His cockiness makes you roll your eyes as you begin whipping up some form of breakfast to satiate your stomachs complaints, knowing your chances of going back to bed were slim to nothing due to being woken up so mercilessly.

If he dropped what sounded to be a iron pipe to wake you up, thinking about what his next "alarm clock" would be gives you goosebumps. Yep. No going back to sleep for you.

Except the minute hand ticks by, and what used to be a short run turns into an uneasy feeling by the time the third hour rolls around.

Three hours and twenty minutes.. Three hours and thirty minutes.. Three hours and forty minutes..

Screw it, you’ll go looking for him.

"Jisung? Jisung, where are you!" Your shouting has to have echoed around the entirety of Gangwon at this point, stopping to catch your breath on the side of the never ending dirt pathway. Miles and miles you scour, gradually reaching a bench covered by a willow tree where you slump down, enjoying the swift moment of rest.

What you hadn’t expected enjoying your much needed break was to find the exact boy you were searching for, lying fast asleep in the shade.

Covering your mouth to mute your gasp, a string of mumbled curses fall off your tongue as you get up from your spot and hesitantly approach the sleeping beauty.

Oh so slowly you sit down in the grass, paying attention not to make too much noise from the crunchy leaves.

"It’s not fair that you’re pretty even when napping," You mutter, infatuated by his mesmerizing looks that seem to glow in the minimal light emerald leaves reflect.

That is, before his eyelashes dust and you noisily rush to your feet, flushing pink at an alarming pace. The prince-like beings' cheeks puff, blinking rapidly to clear the sleepy haze.

"Huh? Y/n, when did you get here? You’re red; are you okay—"

"Yeah. C’mon." You speed-walked ahead despite Jisung calling out for you to slow down, terrified he’d seen you or, worse, heard the things you’d said.

He stalls to pick up something and you experimentally glance back, noting a green color visible through the plastic bag he held. What’s inside is only recognizable by the clinking of glass colliding together.

"Did.. did you- is that…" Words pour without making sense, squinting accusingly at the bit of a label you can see reading "Chum Churum Soju."

Your bewilderment keeps you planted to the ground, scrolling through your mental list of possibilities explaining why it couldn’t be alcohol. And suddenly you genuinely question if Han’s delinquency appeared outside of school as well.

Surely, because the smirk painting his features when he caught sight of your shocked expression left no room to wonder.

"Won't it be fun?" He shakes the bag. "We’re irresponsible highschoolers anyways, and the grandma working there said it has the best flavor this time of year."

So that’s how he managed to get by without an ID. Of course.

Problem? One, you’re underage. Two, who knows if someone found out. Three, you had no goddamn clue what you were like drunk, and the last thing you wanted to happen was a detrimental mistake under the influence with Jisung. Everything about this foreshadowed disaster, how he couldn’t figure that part out was beyond you.

Or maybe he wanted disaster to strike, maybe it was all a part of his plan, the cherry on top to ruin your life permanently.

Yeah, you’re not letting even a drop enter your system.

"Aigoo— don’t cry," Han whines, obviously a bit tipsy, though compared to you who’s almost completely wasted (rocking back and forth while spilling nonsense to nobody in particular), he’s basically sober.

It was an accident, you swear. You couldn’t help it, he called you a coward and dared you to a drinking contest that put your precious pride on the line—leading into this shithole of a situation in the first place. Backing down meant ultimate defeat, and knowing you had at least three more weeks stuck here narrowed down the last option available.

"'M not crying asshat.." You sob, hand feebly hitting the table in a pitiful show of aggression. Your brain is fuzzy and everything feels so weird and dizzying. Then you feel it.

Oh no. Word vomit. You can’t stop it.

"I just don’t think it’s fair, Jisung," You blurt, Han blinking tiredly upon hearing his name. "You have such a pretty face for such an awful person."

You’re babbling now, blurily viewing multiple emotions unfold prior to opening his mouth. You guess in some way he heard what you said below the willow tree, even as a drunk confession.

"You.. You think I have a pretty face?" Though seconds after he finishes speaking you lean across the table to press your index against his lips, the boy’s eyes growing to the size of saucers.

"Shut uppp, I don’t wanna hear your voice, ever." Interrupting the question, you wobble to your feet, grip fumbling on the chilled door knob before blindly plowing into the room and collapsing on your mattress.

Meanwhile, Jisung attempts to stop you. Keyword: attempts. He does, almost there, and then the carpet trips him somehow (his own way of pretending he didn’t slip over nothing) and he’s kissing the floor, exhaustion immediately numbing his entire alcohol-ridden body till he succumbs to oh so welcoming sleep.

Gasping awake, a rampaging headache greets his skull, unevenly carrying himself to grab a barely there cup of water that’ll hopefully ease some tension. He assumes this must be a hangover, and man, it’s more of a pain than he thought.

The Jisung back in Seoul wouldn’t be able to fathom getting drunk at noon before ending up here, a place that was certainly not home. Well, the Jisung back in Seoul wouldn’t be able to fathom getting drunk at noon along with waking up on the floor, being stuck in this place with you, and an entire collection of things he couldn't name off the top of his head.

Being completely honest, he’s amazed he hadn’t slept the rest of the day and night after earlier, filled with crude small talk and stolen alcohol sipped from styrofoam cups. And you calling him pretty, that too.

Said styrofoam cups scatter in disarray all over the floor, evidence of how drunk you’d both got that painted quite an impressively messy picture.

There’s not much to see staring through the fogged window; Gangwon’s relentless humidity leading to a nearly impossible view of the lake outside. Though he doesn’t mind. In fact, knowing that no one can find him here, you and him, isn’t too bad. No teachers looming over him, nor were his parents reprimanding him for grades slightly below perfect.

Although in the midst of his headspace, a floorboard creaks exceptionally loud and you stand, rocking back and forth on your heels and gazing at him through half-lidded eyes he can’t quite read. What he distinctly spotted, however, was the smile casually gracing your lips. A dreamy, loopy smile that told him something wasn’t exactly normal.

"Sungie.."

Han cranes to hear what you say, bewildered by the nickname you swore to never utter. Were you still drunk? You had to be, or you wouldn’t have approached him with open arms like that to bury your head into his chest where he feared you’d hear his hammering heartbeat—frozen stiff as a board with your arms wrapped around him.

"Are.. are you still drunk?" Han timidly asks and you absentmindedly groan before your movement stops, the boy doing a double take in case you managed to pass out buried in his clothing.

Slowly, cautiously, he pulled you off of him, body curled in disgust due to the saliva staining his t-shirt where your face had been.

Yep. You had fully passed out while hugging him.

"Wow, how much did you have to drink again?" Laughing to himself, he struggles guiding you to the couch to sit down without stumbling over each other.

Propping a pillow behind your head, the boy hesitates, feeling a sort of déjà vu he can’t make sense of. Though quickly enough, he shakes off the phenomenon and begins raising up, but a softness threading through his fingers stops him in his tracks for a second time, and he has to blink multiple times to register what was happening.

Although appearing passed out still, your hand found its way to reach for his, holding onto his pinky so lightly, so carefully. The boy's heart pounded, collecting all of his self control to refrain from making decisions he'd regret.

"Stop. We can’t." Sentence trembling on his tongue, he steadily pulled away, nearly wincing when you shifted slightly.

You were only dreaming, you never would have done this if you were awake, he reminded himself, glancing back to where you lie once more as if you’d magically spring up and announce your undying love for him. Did he want that to happen? No, he’s just joking, just a joke. Right.

It hurts, he can’t name why.

He prays you don’t remember.

"Please tell me why it’s so freaking cold in the middle of July," You mumble to nobody, spotting your cell mate’s cabin mate’s backside crouched over the fire pit. What he busied himself doing you couldn't guess, unpredictably unpredictable.

Curiously, you shuffle to the window, observing the charcoal he added before flicking the lighter and setting the lumber ablaze, flames licking at the dark sky above. Starting at age ten you learned curiosity killed the cat, but never did you think it killed humans as well. That was, prior to Jisung noticing you watching him. Astonishingly, however, he motioned for you to come out, refraining from the average jerk behavior on this occasion.

Unpredictably unpredictable, like you said.

"Have you given up yet? Hating me, I mean." Appearing beside the lawn chair you had cozied into, he tossed a few additional branches into the brewing flames, dropping down to warm his hands. Apparently, you don’t remember. Only Jisung would realize that.

"You talk about it like it’s a choice." Stuffing your hands inside your coat pockets, you avoid him per routine. Confidence comes easier that way, especially with him—someone you’re weak for.

You’d never admit that.

"It’s not?"

Your tongue pokes at the flesh of your cheek, ticked.

"You don’t seem to understand the hell I go through every day I come to school. Han Jisung, you give me every reason to hate you," You state coldly, fists clenching and unclenching where he can’t see.

This argument is fearful. You both glare at anything but each other, turning away from mere face-to-face contact in fear you’d apologize. Jisung is always first to look, first to try understanding.

Those times are never noticed by you, someone who doesn’t give in.

"But we're not in school anymore; we’re free in a cabin in the middle of Gangwon. So could you at least pretend to not hate me?" He looks. Looks at each minuscule twitch of your mouth, the soft cupid's bow perfectly carving your lips. Han scolds himself. He gets lost in you sometimes, a habit. Times that he’s glad you avoid him, unlike now, desperately needing you to see.

"Pretend? Did you say pretend? You’re fucking insane thinking I can just pretend nothing has happened. You think I can walk away from all this like it’s nothing, because I'm nice and sweet and do anything for anybody? You’re heartless, Jisung."

The boy hastily clutched onto the sleeve of your puffer jacket as you got up, fanning flames revealing your broken expression.

You shakily inhale, tears unconsciously slipping down your cheeks. This is the last thing you wanted, to end up crying in front of him. But here you are, walls crumbling down.

"Stop trying to make us right when we’ll lead to a bad ending."

You tremble and his grip loosens automatically, lingering there.

"Look at me."

"Let me go."

"Look at me, please."

You foolishly look like he did. Look and note how deep the pools of dusky caramel dancing in his eyes are. Look and pinpoint the mole residing on the right side of his face, effortlessly close to pretty pink lips. Look and admire the sweet curve of his eyes complimented by the shape of his brows, furrowed with sadness that match the tone you’d heard that day you found him on the swing.

You curse your hiccuping, delving into the softness of his palm while his thumb delicately swipes your tears. He’s warm. Han Jisung, though you never thought you’d say it, is warm to the touch.

"We’re not leading to a bad ending, Y/n. You want a bad ending because of what I’ve done, so you can feel like your anger is justified. This is my fault, and I’ll take responsibility, so give me a chance to fix it and quit burdening yourself because of my mistakes, okay?" He tips his head, tenderly caressing the delicate tear-stained skin beneath your lower lashes.

Today, tonight, everything you ever believed about Han Jisung was proven wrong.

His perception and his kindness, which you didn’t even know existed, forged through the surface and tore your heart in halves. He’d revealed himself to you and in actuality, he always had; you just closed your eyes.

But today, tonight, he didn’t let you close them; he held them open to see him, see his apology, see his acceptance—and it gave you no choice but to comply, to nod your head and trust him, something you’d never done before.

You take a seat again, yet the stifling company isn't stifling anymore, and a sensation akin to relief floods the brisk air surrounding Gangwon cabin. He brings you tissues and you say thank you, it’s new. He smiles and you smile back, it’s new as well.

You’ve never liked things you were unfamiliar with, but this is okay.

For once, being around Han Jisung feels okay.

"..Did it hurt?"

He blinked, fixating you with a confused stare.

"When I punched you, did it hurt?"

Slowly, his mouth stretched into a grin, chuckling. That’s new too, you think you like it the most so far.

"Like a bitch."

. ..

You’d say your relationship evened out, not finding an incessant need to respond with something even nastier. It was weird at first, coexisting and all. Weird being so friendly, despite the annoying banter paying occasional visits.

Better, better this way.

The moon rose up high in the sky only to settle, and you’d periodically climb to the top of the house in a way Jisung had taught you, hand placed on your back reassuringly as you climbed the cob-web infested windowsill up to the roof. You’d also say that gesture didn’t affect you. You lied.

Nonetheless, the rooftop "dates" helped you appreciate how bright and brilliant the twinkling balls of fire were after being pulled out here where artificial light is infinitely scarce compared to Seoul’s amusement park of electricity.

"That," Jisung points, finger drawing an imaginary line connecting specific stars lighting up the sky. "Is the constellation Cygnus, it’s Greek for swan. When I studied in Malaysia there was a great hill to stargaze, that’s where I learned about them."

You nod, savoring the otherworldly view paired with his voice.

Comfort. He’s comfortable telling you about himself. Your heart feels happy.

"I always thought Lyra and Cygnus would make a good couple," he says, beats of a silence passing before you burst into a fit of giggles, the boy raising up to lean on his elbow appearing quite offended.

A constellation? He thinks constellations would make good couples?

Han Jisung is full of surprises.

"Yah I’m serious! They’d be perfect together! It’d be romantic and sweet and— you’re mean." He whined playfully, suppressing his own laughter noticing how hard you were trying not to laugh.

Quietness, silence if you must, replaces the once child-like conversation. Not the I’m-counting-the-seconds-to-your-funeral type silence that occurred daily prior to your campfire crying/make-up session, but a calm silence.

"Could you imagine what the kids back home would say?" He breathes his words airily whilst admiring your eyes staring up at the sky—twinkling. To him, those eyes hold the galaxy in them. Eyes that weren’t introduced to him until recently, on a night he’s certain he’ll remember for the rest of his life.

"We’re not home, we’re free, like you said." You don’t glance at him and ironically, he can’t stop gazing at you. You move and he watches, enraptured by this. Whatever this may be.

Ah, he’s staring again. Lost in you again.

Abruptly, your dramatic sputtering successfully pulled his head out of the clouds, splatters of water began to dapple your once dry bodies. But as you prepare to ease down and go inside, he lightly grabs your wrist with a sweet look, convincing you, if only for a few minutes, to stay.

"You’re crazy, Jisung." You laugh, expression breaking into the most breathtaking beam Han had ever seen. If someone were to take a picture of Jisung right now, he’s certain his irises would be heart-shaped. And in that moment he swore he’d never fallen in love harder before. Falling in love he’d write about on pages of a journal, photograph with his polaroid back home. Falling in love soaked with rain on the roof of a cabin, stargazing without clocks to tell you what time it is.

You’re drenched, he’s soaked. He wants to kiss you, you want to kiss him. Then you remember you’re still learning this entire "normal people" concept and he’s supposed to tread carefully when it comes to you, but everything fits so well and your lips sort of connect and you can’t let go.

He wishes he could stay in this moment forever.

Your hands in his hair, his cupping your face, head tilted to gain easier access while leaning against his side. Endlessly close.

Han is like spring, like daffodils blooming their hidden colors deep in a field. You might get frustrated searching, but once you find and pluck the flower from long stalks of grass, its petals will shine eternally.

Rain is pouring, pelting his already messy overalls and leaving strands of ash blond stuck to his forehead, lips pulled so high up he can’t think straight.

He smiles and you do too and things feel right, righter than they had in a long time.

Young kids sure act stupid when you leave them alone for too long.

He wouldn’t take it back for the world.

.. .

"Ready to go?" Referring to the doorway, he waited for you by the door, brown hues carrying emotion you chose not to acknowledge.

"Yeah, um, get home safe and text me sometime, whenever you’re not busy, I mean." He nods a response, stupidly happy face earning your harmless scowl in the process of helping push your luggage through the door.

Different. Remarkably different from how things were before. Two months ago you would’ve hated this, hated anything to do with him.

Different, it was different now. Better, better this way, like during stargazing.

He turned left and you turned right, opposite directions towards where your parents stood, towards the cars that would travel far from here. You’d drive, drive and drive back to Seoul carrying new feelings and new conversation, new love.

And from a peculiar standpoint, Gangwon Cabin was your start to finish with Han Jisung. Starting with a punch to the face and ending in a way you could never have imagined that one summer in high school.

sunboki, may 2022 ©

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Kisses for You

PAIRING: Jisung x fem!reader

WARNING: minors DNI with this post. This post has explicit content. This is written for entertainment purposes, and I cannot predict every interaction with this post.

SUMMARY: After some guy harassed you at a party. You came home with small injuries on your shoulders. Once Jisung sees those marks he feel obligated to make markings of his own.

WORD COUNT: 2, 391

This story contains swearing, oral sex (fem receiving), unprotected sex, hair pulling kink, slight harassment (not from Jisung), nipple play (fem receiving), use of pet names, a possessive Jisung

You were currently at a party. You loved the energy in there. You would've loved it even more if your boyfriend was there with you. However, he was extremely introverted. That never bothered you though.

Every time you went out, you wore a ring on your left finger, signifying that you were married. You wanted to be married, but you wanted to wait for Jisung.

You took a break off the dance floor as you went to get water. Once you reached the kitchen and poured yourself a cup, some guy's voice popped up out of nowhere.

"Hey beautiful." He said as you turned. You locked eyes with this rather tall male.

"Excuse you?" You said. Was he trying to hit on you? That was definitely new, usually guys saw the ring and left you alone. "What's a pretty girl like you doing alone?" He asked, grabbing hold of your hand, kissing it as you pulled it back. "Like I said, excuse you. I'm married." You said as he laughed, "Oh please, if you were really married you wouldn't even be here. Hell you wouldn't be dressed like this either." He said looking you up and down. You covered yourself as you glared at him.

You weren't even all that showy. You had on a long sleeve black dress. Your dress was tight fitted, but that was it. The dress wasn't short either, it was to your knees. You wore heels yes but that was because you wanted to match your outfit. Your hair was fully down, not messy but not completely neat either.

"Can you just go? Leave me alone. Can't you read the room." You said turning away from him. He smirked as he held your waist. "You look breath-taking." He said as you pulled away from him. "I said stop it." You said, your tone is much more stern this time. He then reached for your shoulders. Squeezing them so tightly that his nails dug into your shoulder. You winced in pain. "But why should I when you look so ravaging..." He whispered in your ear. That was your breaking point. You slapped him across the face, stepping on his foot with your heel, and walked out, driving home.

You couldn't believe the nerve of that guy. Not only that but he had injured you. That was uncalled for. You couldn't believe the nerve of some people.

Your thoughts were broken when Jisung called you. You smiled delightedly and picked up, connecting him to the bluetooth of your car.

"Hi Ji!" You greeted him excitedly. "Why is my pretty girl so happy?" He asked with a laughing tone. "Because my Jisungie called me! Why wouldn't I be happy!" You exclaimed as he laughed over the phone. "You're so funny baby." He said, chuckling. "Of course I am. I'm amazing." You said as he started to laugh more. "Okay, okay Ji. It's not that funny!" You said as you began to laugh. "I can't. Oh my god. You're killing me here." He said between laughs. Once he caught his breath, you heard him say, "I'll see you when you get home." As you smiled, "Okay, see you then Ji." You replied, "I love you!" He said as you blushed, "I love you too lover." Then the call ended.

A few minutes later you came home. When Jisung heard the door open it was like he was a puppy, his head turned and once he saw you he ran to you.

"Hi baby." He said resting his head on your shoulder. "Ouch!" You winced as he lifted up his head from your shoulder. "What's wrong baby?" He asked and just then he saw the nail markings. "Nothing, I just got hurt by this one guy who wouldn't get off me." You said as you looked up. Your eyes met with a jealous Jisung. "What?" He asked with a very, chilling tone. "This guy tried hitting on me at the party." You said as Jisung held your hips and kissed your shoulders. "Did he touch you anywhere else?" He asked. "Don't lie to me baby." He warned, his glasses' lenses glaring at you.

Now this was a new side of Jisung that you haven't seen before. This side of him surprised you.

"My waist..." You said shyly as Jisung picked you up. Taking you to the couch, laying you down. "Ji..?" You asked as he lifted up your dress. You were so stunned by this action you held his hands to stop him. "Baby." He said looking at you. "I don't like sharing, when someone touches what's mine I get upset..." He said as you blushed, he continued to lift up your dress. Once it was slightly higher than your waist he began to kiss your waist. You blushed and held onto his hair. He smirked against your skin. "I'll make you forget everything that he did to you..." He said running his hands up your dress.

You couldn't imagine how possessive he could be. You always saw Jisung as the soft and innocent type. He was never one to be possessive or jealous. However, this version of Jisung was something completely new from your regular boyfriend. It was like he was a new person.

"Baby..?" He asked as you looked at him. "Yes Ji?" You replied back as he looked into your eyes. "Are you okay if I take it even further?" He asked. How could you say no when he was asking so adorably. "Yes, you can." You said massaging his scalp. He loved scalp massages so doing that meant a lot to him.

You were not expecting your boyfriend to be so experienced. As you saw the way he so slowly and painfully took off your underwear. You watched as he trailed kisses down your waist until he reached your inner thigh. He then began to suck and nibble, leaving little hickeys and bite marks on your inner thighs. You felt yourself become wet knowing that he was so close to your core.

"I'm gonna use my fingers down here." He told you as you nodded. He then began to play with your clit, flicking it back and forth. He then lifted your dress up over your breasts, unclipping your bra. He went over and kissed your breasts, earning more noises from you. "Your breasts are amazing, you know that?" He praised you as you blushed. Unable to speak he began to suck your nipple, with his free hand he played with your other. As he did that you began to whine and move your hips wanting more than just his fingers. He continued like that for a while but you wanted more.

"Ji... more..." You whined as he looked at you and hummed. He released your nipple with a popping sound looking at your breasts. "Your nipples are all swollen and red. They are so pretty just like down here." He said pinching your clit, not hard enough to cause you pain but enough for you to feel the bundle of nerves send even more tingles down your spine as you moaned. He smirked as he took off his glasses.

He placed your legs on his shoulders. Maybe it was because he was a rapper and could talk so fast or maybe he knew what he was doing. But Jisung was amazing at eating you out.

You held onto his hair pulling at him causing him to groan. You thought your boyfriend was so innocent. But he had a hair pulling kink? You wanted to test your theory again so you pulled on in a little harder and you heard your boyfriend release a loud whimper.

Holy shit.

You didn't realize how kinky your boyfriend was. Once you had done that it finally occurred to you why he liked his hair being played with.

"Ji.. do you like getting your hair pulled?" You asked bluntly as you nodded slowly. You blushed knowing the truth. "That doesn't matter right now. Right now, I wanna make you feel good..." He said continuing what he was doing. You weren't expecting it and pulled his hair as your fingers were still entangled in them. You heard him groan as he continued.

Before you reached your release any sooner he stopped and took off his pants. You could see the bulge of his cock through his boxers.

"I don't have any condoms since this is a first for me... and I know you aren't on birth control so this is to make sure that we don't risk anything." He said shyly as he removed your dress as you took off his shirt. "What do you mean?" You asked as he blushed. "It's easier to do than say..." He said as you giggled at him. "Ji, you were literally eating me out earlier and you can't tell me what you're gonna do next?" You teased as he looked down. "Since I don't want to risk anything I'll just rub it between your legs..." He said quietly but loud enough for you to hear. You giggled again. "Quiet. I'm the one in charge." He said his tone was a little firmer. As you nodded in obedience. "Then try your luck." You teased, provoking him. "You won't be saying that in a few minutes." He said positioning himself.

He held onto your hips as he slid his cock in between your legs. You felt the warmth of it touch your pulsing core and blushed. Your back faced him and you were thankful for that until he started to move between your legs and start leaving kisses, hickeys, and bites on your nape and shoulders.

You tried to not make any noises and that's when he got slightly aggressive and took charge. He took your hair and pulled it slightly, pulling your head to his mouth.

"Let those pretty moans out, I wanna hear how good I can make you feel without my cock inside you." He said as you felt your hips move on their own, but you still didn't comply with his request as he used his fingers to forcefully open your mouth. Which worked as you opened your mouth letting his fingers in. "Can you let out those pretty moans baby..? For me..?" He whispers so innocently in your ear as if he wasn't rubbing his cock against you. You squeezed your legs together as you moaned causing it to be tighter around him.

"Yes.. just like that... you're doing so good..." He whined as he began to thrust faster. As he became faster you felt his cock hitting your clit every time causing your body to have consistent tingles down your spine. Then, with one of the thrusts you felt something enter inside you not fully but a little less than half way. With that, you released a louder moan.

"Oh shit..!" He panicked. "Don't move at all please, I have to pull out." He said holding onto your waist as he slowly slid his cock out. Before he could pull out anymore you held onto his wrists. "It's okay Ji..." You said as he looked at you. "But what if you-" You cut him off, "I trust you and I love you. I know that even if I become pregnant you'll be with me every step of the way." You said as he kissed your forehead. "I love you too..." He said as he slowly slid his cock inside you.

You clutched onto his wrists tighter at the feeling of you being stretched out biting back moans.

"What did I say about holding your moans back?" He asked you, tucking a hair strand behind your ear. You stopped biting your lower lip as he smiled and kissed your cheek. "Good girl." He praised.

Once everything was in, he just wanted to stay like that for a while before moving which you agreed with. He sat you on top as you felt him reach deeper inside. You blushed and kissed him to mute your moans but it was hopeless as you moaned in the kiss. Your fingers entangled in his hair tugging at it here and there as he moaned.

"You're so warm inside y/n... fuck... can I please move..?" He asked between pants after breaking the kiss as you laid him down. "I'll move." You said as he blushed. Enjoying his view.

You then placed your hands on his chest, slowly lifting yourself up and slamming down. Earning yourself some moans from him. You continued but your pace was too slow for Jisung's liking. He held onto your hips. "Can I move faster?" He looked into your eyes as you nodded. He started to move your hips up and down. You moaned at the sudden pace.

Over time he increased his pace, eventually thrusting upwards. He looked desperate and hungry for more. He laid you down as he sat up. He then leaned down to kiss you and he continued to thrust. He then played with your clit with one of his hands. Causing you to squirm and moan in the kiss.

"You're tightening up baby... if you keep squeezing I'm gonna cum inside..." He warned as you latched your legs onto his lower half. "I'm okay... I just want to feel you inside me..." You said. It was the sexiest thing to Jisung. As he continued thrusting, he hit a spot inside you that had you shake and tremble around him.

"Oh fuck..! Right there please..." You moaned out as he kept pounding himself inside that spot. You were pulling his hair at this point and eventually his thrusts became sloppy and got even sloppier. You were overcome with pleasure and climaxed on his cock as he groaned and came inside you.

After catching his breath he looked at you horrified, slowly pulling out. Letting his cum flow out.

"Baby, hurry, we gotta get you cleaned up..!" He said lifting you up. But you had already passed out. He sighed as he set a bath for you. He cleaned you up really quick making sure that you didn't get pregnant. After he cleaned himself up.

He changed you and changed himself and set you in bed as he cleaned up the couch. After he joined you in bed.

"Good night lover... sleep well okay..?" He said kissing your cheek.

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minho-hoho · 1 year

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Stray Kids's maknae line reaction when they think you left them

Hyung Line

GENRE - angst with a fluffy ending

PAIRING - bf!skz x gn!reader

WARNING - cursing, crying

REQUESTED - yes

WC - 1.7k

NOTE - since it's a part two I re-used the intro, hope it's fine for y'all!!

MASTERLIST

Intro

It was supposedly a normal day. You came home earlier than your boyfriend like usual and you were just patiently waiting for him to come home as you knew how intense his job could be, you didn’t hold it against him, after all it was his dream and you were doing your best to support him.

All you asked for was for him to be open with you. After all, it wasn’t like you started dating a few weeks ago. It has already been a few years, and you truly valued openness as it was an essential thing to have in a relationship or to understand each other and help each other more effectively.

Unfortunately, your boyfriend had a tendency to not tell you about the things that bothered him, especially when it was because of work. He didn’t want to burden you. It felt as if he was ungrateful for his dream job by complaining about it especially when you were his number one supporter.

It has already been a week since he had been in a bad mood and to avoid taking it out on you, your boyfriend has been distant and cold to you. You were tired of seeing him like this, it upsetted you. You wanted him to be happy and to help him and recomfort him if he needed, but he was being completely silent or just assured that everything was fine when it was clear it wasn’t.

Today was the day you had enough of his attitude. You pressured him to explain himself, that you only wanted the best for him. He was already pissed off by what happened during the week and you pestering him was the vase that broke the camel’s back. Something in him lighted up, and now the two fo you were arguing late at night. And unfortunately, you both said things you didn’t mean.

The argument had to take a stop when the neighbours had enough of your bickering. Your boyfriend went to take a shower, and you couldn’t stand being in the same house as him for the moment and you decided to leave until you cooled down. You weren’t sure how much time you were going to leave, if you were coming back later that night or if you were going to a hotel or a friend’s house, but what you did know was that you absolutely needed the fresh air and to think about what happened.

Your boyfriend was so upset he didn’t even notice that you left in the first place. It was only when he was done dressing up and that he was searching for you that he noticed that you weren’t here anymore. Because of the anger, he didn’t bother searching for you longer, thinking that you’d be back later and that he’d find you in bed the following morning.

Unfortunately for him, when he woke he couldn’t find you anywhere in the morning.

HWANG HYUNJIN 황 현진

Hyunjin didn't waste a single second before getting dressed and ready in case he needed to look out for you.

He took his phone in his hands and started calmly dialing your number. He was sure to get you on the other side of line and didn't worry too much. He trusted you to be somewhere safe. But as soon as he dialed the number, he got the voice box. He tried calling a few times again but to no avail. He started to get worried, but still tried his best to keep his calm. He started to call your closest friends in hopes of finding you.

After a few calls, he managed to get a hold of you when one of your friends answered one of his calls and told him that you were in fact with them. A huge wave of relief took over his body and he immediately came to pick you up. He couldn't help but be filled with guilt on his way, it went all too far. He couldn't help but think about what if you really left him.

Fortunately for him, when you opened him the door you didn't hesitate to hug him, knowing his distress from earlier.

“Let's not argue like this. Ever again.” He agreed feeling emotional.

HAN JISUNG 한 지성

Panic quickly took over his body when he noticed your absence. He frantically looked at every single corner of the house all while furiously hitting his phone's keyboard to call you. Jisung kept cursing under his breath as none of the calls went through. As he looked through his contacts to see who might have seen you, he couldn't help but think about what if you didn't love him anymore, what if you left him for good? Did he just ruin his perfect relationship? He hated the thought of a life, a future without you, yet it was all he could think about. Negative thoughts ran through his mind, and he could feel the hot tears on the verge of falling.

Despite his troubled state, Jisung ran out of the house in hopes of finding you somewhere and redeem himself to you. To apologise for the bad he caused.

He found you walking near a park, he rushed to your side and hugged you. He couldn't even mutter a word and let his tears flow on your shoulder. You were quite startled but you felt bad for making him feel this way. You both didn't say anything. But you both knew how bad and sorry the other felt and it was enough at the moment.

LEE FELIX 이 필릭스

His face dropped when he saw you weren't there, laying next to him. Despite the fear, he tried calming himself down and looked for for you. He already felt bad for what happened the previous night and had already planned on making it up to you in the morning, but had he messed up so much that you even had to leave?

He tried calling you a few times, but stopped quickly realising he wasn't going to get any response from you. Felix didn't want you to get even madder at him by spamming you. He knew you'd come back soon eventually, he trusted you.

He decided to use the best of his baking abilities and bake your favourite cookies of his in hopes of at least putting a small smile on your face when you'd come back.

He spent about 3 hours using his skills the best way he could. When he finished his cookies, Felix decided to check on the time and started to worry again seeing you still were not there. He wanted to go outside look for you and even buy something to surprise you even more, but he wanted to be there once you'd have showed up. He didn't have to wait much longer before hearing the front door open. He immediately ran to you and hugged you, the tears he tried suppressing threatening to spill any time now.

Felix apologised profusely, or at least tried to through his sobs. You both calmed down after a while and he lead you to the table where the cookies were and you both enjoyed them, muttering some sorries in between.

KIM SEUNGMIN 김 승민

He sighed deeply before taking his car keys in his hands. “Shit... I fucked up really badly this time...” He sighed once again before heading outside. He entered his car and drived around to see if he could find you wandering in the streets. He started to get worried when he couldn't find you after an hour of driving. He had to stop driving as he was scared that the panic he was having would affect his driving. He went to sit down in a coffee shop to try and calm down.

Seungmin anxiously sipped on his coffee as he thought about what he should do next. He grabbed his phone and tried dialing your number, but to no one's surprise, you didn't answer. He tightened his right fist as he regretted everything he did that led to you leaving.

He looked around the coffee shop, perhaps he could find one of your friends or anyone that could know your whereabouts; but instead his eyes landed on your figure, ordering something at the counter.

Seungmin could feel his heart do somersaults as relief filled him. He immediately sat up and went to you, not wanting to lose you once again.

“Y/N...” he said, his voice barely above a whisper but still loud enough for you to catch him.

“I'm sorry, please let's talk...” was all he could say, feeling his voice crack.

You felt bad seeing him so affected, but you still reluctantly answered him, “I'll get my order, then we can go home.” he nodded before shyly holding your hand.

YANG JEONGIN 양 정인

Too stubborn, it took him a while to notice your absence. But even though he was particularly stubborn and didn't want to apologise first, his worries kept on increasing. His appetite was cut short as he thought about your whereabouts.

He swallowed his pride and dialed your number. Jeongin anxiously bit his lower lips, hoping to hear your voice on the other side of the line. But all he could hear was your voicemail. He hung up, and walked in circles in the living room wondering if he should look out for you or just wait for you to come home.

He decided that staying home was a better idea. Jeongin nervously fidgeted with anything his hand came in contact with, and every so often his eyes darted to look at the ticking clock.

It had already been a few hours, so he sent you messages apologising sincerely, in the hopes of you at least reading them. After hitting the send button he put his phone aside and went to take a shower to relax and calm himself down.

Just as he finished, he saw your sitting figure, head hung low. His eyes opened wide as a wave of emotions came over him.

As soon as he regained his composure, Jeongin rushed to your side and hugged you tightly, not wanting you to disappear once again. You did the same, you had missed him and truly hated how your argument had escalated.

No words were shared and only quiet sobs were to be heard, but you both knew how the other felt and it was enough for you two.

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doyouknowbtsswag · 1 year

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When Their Relationship Accidentally Goes Public |Straykids|

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ Bangchan: ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

He loves wearing his wedding ring being proud to be able to be with you. Unfortunately for him, the company didn't allow him to wear the ring because it'll give away your relationship which wasn't a surprise to him. He hated having to take it off scared he might lose it and upset that he couldn't see it. The ring was something that helped him when he was nervous or on tour. He would usually let his nerves go when you would cuddle. When he's on tour and you aren't there it frustrates him because of how much he misses you. The ring made it feel like you were there to calm him down.

Well, when he went to do a live he forgot to take it off. He was exhausted but felt the need to go live since he hasn't in a while and forgot.

At first, no one noticed he hadn't lifted his left hand yet because he was holding his phone in that hand. It wasn't until he placed his phone down to rub his face trying to wake himself up more that the ring was exposed for the whole chat to see. That's when the comments flooded with questions. He suddenly got a call from Minho who was watching the live about what just happened. Chan froze as he went to check the chat. You looked at the screen from your apartment having the same look as Chan. He sighed the exhaustion and panic on his face. He decided to end the live and make a public statement later.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ Minho: ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

He was in an interview and the interviewer was known for being pushy when it came to questions but he's managed to dodge those questions before. The stupid questions like Are any members dating what's their love life like. Unfortunately, he was too caught up in talking about a story Felix brought up to realize he accidentally mentioned you.

"Then the next day Felix and Y/n ate half the brownies that were just made" He laughed until Han tugged his shoulder and told him quietly about what he just said. He looked around seeing all eyes on him.

"This is so annoying" He mumbled staring ahead annoyed at himself knowing the next question that was about to happen.

"Who's this Y/n?" The interviewer asked more pushy than the other questions.

"I-" Minho sighed pinching the bridge of his nose. "My fiancé I wasn't planning on telling the world about it yet"

Han lightly smacked Minho's leg to stop his attitude. Minho just glared back waiting to apologize to you. He did give the interviewer a little more attitude in return no matter how many times Han told him to stop. He just really wanted to go home and tell you how sorry he was.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ Changbin: ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

It wasn't exactly Changbin's fault. Changbin always got you flowers because in his book they always reminded him about how pretty you look. He usually avoids taking the flowers and sends them to your house but today he wanted to personally give you them. He thought his disguise would work. He was wearing all black and made sure to wear baggy clothes to avoid people noticing his figure. Unfortunately for him when he went to the counter to pay for the flowers it just so happened to be one of his fans. She immediately knew who he was by the sound of his voice. She squealed seeing her bias right in front of her.

"Oh my god! I can't believe I'm talking to Changbin!" She yelled happily as eye's ended up on him. He tried to quiet the enthusiastic girl by giving her an autograph from his photo card she carries around.

"Why are you getting flowers?" The fan asked now getting confused.

"Haha, how much are they?" He asked ignoring the question.

"Is it for a girl?" She asked starting to get a little jealous, great one of those fans.

"No for my mom," He said handing her the money.

"Your mom is in town?" She questioned. "Why aren't you with her?"

"Can I just have the flowers?" He said getting annoyed and nervous.

"So you do have a girlfriend," She said and secretly started recording.

"Will you give me the damn flowers if I say I do" He started growing angry rather than annoyed.

"Yes," She stated.

"Fine, I have a girlfriend happy?" He said as she smiled.

"Very, here are your flowers," She said handing him the bouquet.

He paid and walked down the street. He wasn't aware of the worker posting the conversation on Twitter. Once he made it to your apartment he didn't need to knock for the door to open.

"Hey baby" He smiled handing you the flowers

"Thank you" I smiled and let him inside. "How was practice?"

"It was fine we are almost perfectly in sync"

"That's good," I said as Changbin's phone rang.

"One second," He said before walking outside. "Hello?"

"Whatever person you were with recorded your conversation," Minho said over the phone.

"What do you mean?" He panicked.

"The cats out of the bag"

"Damn it" He sighed. "What do I do now?"

"I would talk to the company," Chan said taking over the phone. "I'm sure they'll understand."

"Yeah right," He mumbled.

"Play nice so you don't blow it" He heard Seungmin say from the background just to tease him.

"Your lucky I'm not at the dorms," Changbin said before hanging up now having to explain that you two needed to go to the company.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ Hyujin: ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

Hyujin loved having off which meant he could cuddle and watch different Kdramas with you. You both were watching Doctor Stranger together that week. You decide to make him a gift when he got back from practice. You made the bracelet one of the characters in the show makes for his lover so you decide to do the same. Hyujin was over the moon when you showed him the bracelet. He held out his wrist as you wrapped and tied the string together around his wrist. He keeps it on all the time even during interviews. He thought it was fine since Doctor Stranger came out in 2014 and wasn't that popular but boy was he wrong. When the interview started the interviewer kept looking at his wrist which was unusual. It wasn't until the interviewer realized what it was. That interviewer just so happened to interview the cast of Doctor Stranger. He should've done his research on who interviewed the cast but he would never imagine this interviewer would.

"That's the bracelet from Doctor Stranger correct?" He asked Hyujin who started to panic.

"It is" He chuckled nervously trying to cover it and looking over at Chan for help it's not that you minded if people found out it was more of his worries about how his fans would react.

"Well in the show one of the lovers gifts it to the other so does that mean you have a girlfriend?" The interviewer smiled tapping her note card finally getting something huge out of the interview. Hyujin's silence confirmed the fact that indeed he had a girlfriend.

"I thought we were here to talk about the comeback" Felix tried to joke around and avoid any more questions directed at Hyujin.

"Ah, so I'm sure the lucky lady was your inspiration for Case 143? That's cute" The lady was very pushy and Hyujin scooted close to Felix as he grew more and more anxious.

"I like Circus a lot I would say that's a popular one in our new album. It was really fun to shoot that's for sure" Chan said stalling the time the lady had with them it thankfully worked and the interview went back on track talking about songs and the concept rather than love life. Han patted Hyunjin's back to calm him down.

When the interview ended they all said bye before walking backstage. Hyunjin took a deep breath and thanked his members for helping him. Thanks to the popularity of that interview had more articles came out. They all focused on Hyunjin's actions until one fan on Twitter noticed in one of his selfies of a girl in a small mirror. It was indeed you in the small mirror that was barely visible. The tweet blew up and the whole internet had proof of his relationship. He was with you when he found out and you both talked it over and decided to tell everyone.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ Han: ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

You were his stylist so no one thought much of it when you two would laugh together. You would hold his face with one cheek to do his makeup on purpose just to make him blush just a little and it worked almost every time. You also did that so you could calm him down if he was nervous while doing his makeup as well. Wherever he went you did which was a perk of being his stylist so the relationship worked well. When one of the boys would come over with the camera you pretended like you didn't just kiss his nose on "accident". You took longer on his makeup to spend more time but when you made the finishing touches you would send him on his way even if he didn't want to.

"I'll still be here when you get back" You whispered putting a small lip tint on his lips. "Have fun"

He would roll his eyes jokingly and go over to tease the other members. You smiled and watch him laugh with his members before going to talk to Felix's stylist. You needed to use the bathroom so when you were in the hall you happened to bump into your boyfriend. He quickly kissed your cheek seeing no one in the hallway and walk to the boy's bathroom. You rolled your eye smiling. Well unfortunately for you two the next day an article with a picture of him kissing your cheek blew up. Han paced around the dorms biting his nail.

"If I didn't kiss her cheek none of this would have happened," He said blaming himself.

He kept talking out loud about how worried he was about you possibly losing your job or getting too overwhelmed with hate that you end up breaking up or the company making him choose between his career or you. He started tearing up until Minho hugged him telling him everything would be alright.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ Felix: ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

Felix just wanted to make brownies with you since you haven't seen each other as much because of his comeback. You and Felix were making some brownies and flour was everywhere of course. You both were fooling around and instead of cleaning the flour up right away, you ate the remaining batter in the bowl. Even after the brownies were done you guys didn't clean up the flour as you wanted to taste your brownies. You guys laughed the whole time over trying to get a piece out. You guys were too busy fooling around to put butter in the pan so you could get the dessert out. In the end, you guys managed to eat half the pan despite struggling to get them out.

"You guys need to clean up," Seungmin said trying to grab a snack without stepping on flour.

"Sorry we'll get to it now," I said. "I'll go get some paper towels and soap."

"Alright I'll start the dishes," Felix said as you walked away.

"Felix what happened " Jeongin laughed holding a camera.

"Me and Y/n made brownies, She's going to get the paper towels and soap." Felix smiled he didn't see the camera Jeongin was holding. When Felix didn't hear a reply he looked back at Jeongin who looked scared.

"I'm live"

"What's wrong?" I walked in the camera on me now.

"I'll be going now," Jeongin said before awkwardly walking away still live.

"Everyone knows about our relationship now" Felix sighed. "I'm so sorry Y/n I understand if you don't want to be with me now but-"

"Don't say that I'll always be here even if everyone knows, no amount of hate will make me leave you."

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ Seungmin: ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

I watched the boys make the music video cheering them in from the side. They all were focused and made sure everything was perfect. Once they were done Seungmin came up.

"What do you think?"

"I think you guys did amazing," I said.

"That's good as long as you like it," He said and grabbed my hand.

"Where are we going?"

"Back to the changing room"

"Seungmin I can't go and see you change"

"It'll be fine," He said and dragged me into the room.

"Just sit behind here" He grabbed one side of the curtain and pulled it covering my view of himself and the members. "See?"

"It's very stuffy in here"

"I won't take long," He said poking his head through. "Promise"

"Take your time talking to your members"

"I talk to them enough," he said earning a pillow to his head from Changbin.

"Hurry up"

"Fine fine bye"

"Bye," I smiled and watched him get ready. If I'm being honest I'm tired too. I laid down on the floor that wasn't that dirty. I turned on a YouTube video and accidentally fell asleep watching it.

"Seungmin acts so cute when Y/n's around," Han said teasing him making everyone laugh except Seungmin.

"It's not that funny" He rolled his eyes pulling his normal shirt on. "Plus she doesn't act like crack heads"

"Don't act like you don't" Minho said as he finished changing.

"Whatever I'm tired I'll meet you guys at the dorms," He said stretching. Everyone was done changing so he went over to the curtain and opened it up to see you sleeping with the video still playing.

He smiled and took out his phone to take a picture. He put the phone back in his pocket and shook you awake.

"What the hell" I whined putting my hand on my face.

"Let's go sleeping beauty," He said as he held his hand out for me to take.

"Done already?" I yawned.

"Yup," He said as you stood up.

"My back hurts"

"Probably because you were sleeping on the worst type of floor," He said as he tried getting the random stuff off your back. "You can come back to the dorms with me."

"Alright just know I'm not making any food if that's what you want me to do I'm too tired to make stuff."

"Not today, I just want to cuddle up and sleep"

"Sounds good," I said holding his hand as we walked to the car. "Let me drive"

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah you need some rest too"

He just nodded as I got into the driver's seat of my car. Once he got in the passenger seat and we were both buckled up I started to drive. It wasn't that long of a drive but it felt I smiled as I saw him taking pictures of the things we were passing from the corner of my eye. He fell asleep fifteen minutes into the ride. I drove around a block to let him sleep a little longer before I woke him up.

"Come on Seungminie," I said gently shaking him.

"Hmm, "He rubbed his eyes waking up.

"Let's get inside," I said as I got out of the car Seungmin slowly followed behind.

He unlocked the door and opened it quietly, the members already asleep. Seungmin locked the door behind him before walking to his room which I followed.

"You can get changed before me," I told Seungmin who would usually protest but was too tired too.

He went to change and came back and fell back on the mattress. I smiled and got up to change myself. I kissed his cheek and went to change myself. Seungmin who was half awake decided to post the photos he took especially the one he took of you on his private Instagram, little did he know he accidentally posted it on the public account. It took him a second when he saw more comments than usual and then it hit him. He fumbled with his phone as he took down the post. Any sort of sleep washed away with him as he panicked. He knew that it was probably all over Twitter and didn't want to open it out of fear. When you walked out of the bathroom to see his face you quickly walked over.

"I'm sorry" He whispered.

"For what?"

"I accidentally posted a picture of you on the official account," He said which made you silent. "I'm so sorry I really didn't mean to"

"It's fine Seungmin people were bound to find out anyways " I smiled softly. "Let's just sleep we can figure it out tomorrow.

Seungmin just nodded wrapping his arms around you and kissed your head as guilt clouded his mind. The feeling of you rubbing circles on his back was the only thing keeping him calm enough to fall asleep.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ I.N: ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

The last period class was finally over I stood up grabbing my things. I felt a pair of eyes on me but just shrugged it off as I put my backpack on. It felt nice standing after sitting in an uncomfortable chair. I walked out the classroom door and headed straight to my locker. I wanted the day to be over. I put my binders back in the locker except for the ones I needed for homework. I closed the locker and looked around feeling a pair of eyes on me again. I shook it off and went to look for my friend. As I walked down the hallway I was pulled into an empty classroom the only light coming from the window. I looked at who had grabbed me and saw my one and only boyfriend.

"You gave me a heart attack," I said holding my chest.

"Sorry I just wanted to see you" He smiled softly.

"You saw me two hours ago" I laughed lightly as he wrapped his arms around me. I did the same as him and smiled more.

"I don't care I haven't been able to see you lately because of the comeback" He sounded upset but I just rubbed his back.

"Don't worry I understand" I said. "Why don't you come over? My mom is inviting her friends over so there will be enough food for you"

"I don't want to be a bother"

"She wants to see you again," I said pulling away from the hug. "So I'm sure she won't mind you coming over."

"I have practice today though," He said looking down.

"Then I'll come to you, how about I watch you practice?"

"Really?!" He beamed.

"If that's okay"

"It perfectly is"

"Hurry up let's go then," I said.

I kissed him on the cheek and held his hand. The halls should be empty considering the school day ended a long time ago and after-school activities were canceled.

"Minho is picking me up," He said as we walked down the hall hand in hand not a single person in sight. What we didn't notice was one of my close friends taking pictures of Jeongin and me holding hands and me kissing his cheek.

"Didn't know you were bringing" Y/n Minho said unlocking the door of the car.

"I hope you don't mind," I said.

"Your fine" He replied as Jeongin and I got in the car.

The rest of the ride was comfortably silent. The studio wasn't far so that's why it wasn't so awkward. Once we made it the staff gave Jeongin and me weird looks. I grabbed Jeongin's hand getting a little anxious about everyone staring at me. He looked confused but shrugged it off. When we got to the studio Chan was sitting on the floor looking at his phone.

"I thought no one at your school knew about your relationship"

"What do you mean?"

"One of your classmates released a few photos of you two on Twitter and it blew up quickly," Chan said he sounded annoyed not at you guys but at your classmate. "Do you know her?"

Chan held his phone out and looked at the original post. I just stood there wanting to cry then and there. There was your best friend's Twitter account leaking everything she could find. Both boys looked at me sadly. I talked about her all the time and how happy I was.

"Sorry Jeonginie," I said looking down and letting go of his hand.

"Hey you didn't do anything"

"I might have ruined your career and your dream"

"Hey look at me everything will be fine I promise" He gently cupped my cheek pulling my head up to look at him. "We'll talk to my manager and get everything sorted out"

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