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hanniescookie · 4 days ago

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Five more minutes

Pairing: Jeonghan × reader

Synopsis : If your bf has a day off, you have to stay in bed with him

Genre: fluff

WC: 699

Warnings: None

A/n: comments, suggestions, constructive criticism welcomed

The first thing you felt was warmth.

The second thing you felt was Jeonghan's soft hair tickling your neck as he burrowed closer, arms slung lazily around your waist like a very determined koala.

You blinked sleepily at the faint light filtering in through the curtains. Your phone buzzed from the nightstand, alarm flashing 7:00 AM in aggressive, cheery letters.

You sighed.

Work.

Gently, you shifted, trying not to wake him;

But before you could even move an inch, his arms tightened, a soft whine escaping against your skin.

“Nooo,” Jeonghan mumbled, voice thick and groggy with sleep. “Stay. 'S too early to leave.”

You huffed a quiet laugh, reaching down to smooth his messy hair back.

“Hannie, I have to go to work.”

He only clung tighter, nuzzling impossibly closer into the crook of your neck.

“Call in sick. Say you're allergic to sunlight or whatever.”

You bit back a smile.

“That's not how jobs work.”

“Then quit.” He pressed a lazy kiss to your collarbone like a stubborn little bribe. “I'll support us. I'll— I'll sell pictures of my hands or feet or something.”

You actually laughed this time, feeling the vibrations through both your bodies.

Jeonghan peeked up at you with one eye open, hair a complete, chaotic mess, face squished against your shoulder, looking far too soft and smug for someone trying to sabotage your morning.

“You love me too much to leave me right now,” he said matter-of-factly.

You shook your head, pretending to be stern, even as you curled closer without meaning to.

“You're ridiculous.”

“I'm your ridiculous.”

There was a beat of silence, just the quiet sound of his breathing, the feel of his heartbeat steady against your back.

You sighed again, but this time it was softer, a little helpless.

“Fine only five more minutes,” you whispered.

Jeonghan immediately nuzzled closer, triumphant.

You smiled and reached up, fingers threading gently through his messy hair, combing through the soft strands with slow, absent-minded strokes. His breathing slowed even more, turning warm and even against your neck, like a cat basking in attention.

You felt his grin against your skin before you even saw it.

“Knew you'd fold.”

He snuggled even deeper into you, arms cinching around your waist like a human blanket

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Five minutes turned into ten.

And ten minutes turned into you glancing at the clock and sitting up with a gasp.

“Hannie, seriously, I'm gonna be late”

You barely made it two inches before Jeonghan made a dramatic, sleepy noise of protest, blindly reaching out and grabbing your wrist.

“Nooo,” he whined, “you're betraying me.”

You laughed, trying to gently pull free, but he clung stubbornly, face smooshed into the pillow, voice muffled.

“You said five more minutes. You promised.”

“That was like fifteen minutes ago,” you pointed out, exasperated but fond.

He just tightened his grip with zero shame.

“Time's fake. C'mere.”

You yelped a little when he tugged you back down, not hard, just enough to make you tip over with an undignified flop, right into his chest.

Immediately, he wrapped himself around you like a human pretzel, nuzzling into your neck again with a pleased sigh.

“See? So much better.”

You huffed a quiet, defeated laugh, burying your hand back into his hair.

“You're impossible,” you mumbled against his forehead.

“I'm your impossible.” His words were drowsy and soft, almost a whisper.

And even though the clock was still ticking, you thought maybe, just maybe, the world could wait a little while longer.

Because if Jeonghan had his way, you weren’t going anywhere anyway.

#i miss him a lot it's soooo unfair #augustine reads

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hanniescookie · 4 days ago

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hanniescookie · 7 days ago

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if the world was ending - yjh

pairing - jeonghan x f!reader

summary - jeonghan has one last chance of confessing his feelings to his lifelong best friend.

genre/warnings - non idol au, best friends to lovers, skinship, use of petnames (angel for reader), angst, plot revolves around the world ending, surprise at the end :)

wc - 1.9k

A/N - if this flops, i'll shave my head (jk) thanks to my bbangi @kissbyoon for proofreading this!!! 🤍🤍🤍

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Jeonghan pushed open the window, peeking at the rooftop where he knew he'd find you amidst the skeletal remains of your home. You were a still point in the chaos, arms wrapped tightly around your knees, your gaze lost in the destruction. Shattered homes clawed at the bruised sky, cars lay twisted against lampposts exhaling plumes of smoke, and storefronts gaped open like wounds. An eerie silence had swallowed the usual sounds of life.

The fading light bled across the scene in shades of angry red, and a strange melancholy settled over Jeonghan, memories of past struggles and losses washing over him. Yet, keeping him steady in this desolate landscape was your presence. Even with the world teetering on the edge, having you near felt like a silent reassurance.

Earlier, you both had blasted your favourite music on Jeonghan’s speakers — which were miraculously in a condition that denied any signs of doom — wasting away your remaining battery. You danced to it wildly, laughed like maniacs and playfully hurled each other with pillows, sending feathers swirling all around you.

Later, while he’d busied himself with the task of preparing a meal, you disappeared, only to reappear on the rooftop. He found you there, silhouetted against the dying light.

"Dinner's ready. Aren't you hungry?" he offered, his eyes briefly meeting yours.

"What's the point? It's all going to end anyway," you replied, your voice flat, your gaze unwavering on the horizon. The earlier spark of joy had been extinguished, swallowed by the impending darkness.

"It is," he conceded, a ghost of a smile playing on his lips, "but why not face the end on a full stomach?"

He expected the familiar curve of your lips in response, the easy laugh that always followed his lamest jokes. But this time, your eyes that turned to him were brimming with tears.

"Is it really ending?" You finally whispered, your voice cracking like fragile glass. It shattered his heart into a million pieces. "Are we... are we really going to die?"

A raw ache tore through Jeonghan’s chest at the sight, his own attempt at a smile dissolving.

He swallowed the lump in his throat, forcing a light chuckle. He knew if he broke, you would too, and that was a line he could never cross.

"Come on, it's not like we didn't see this coming, right? Why are you suddenly being a chicken?" he teased gently. You shook your head, turning to him fully, a vulnerability he rarely saw etched on your face.

"It's... I'm scared," you admitted, your helplessness tugging at his heart. His carefully constructed composure finally crumbled. He scooted closer, enveloping you in a tight embrace, his hand softly caressing your head.

"I know, angel," he murmured into your hair. "I know it's terrifying. It's nothing but terrifying, and I hate that I can't do anything to stop it." His grip tightened as he felt the ground beneath himself shudder.

He pulled back slightly, tilting your chin with a gentle finger. The sight of the tears still clinging to your lashes and the traces they had left on your cheeks twisted his heart.

“Although,” a small, sad smile touched his lips, his own pulse quickening erratically. "It doesn't feel quite as terrifying with you beside me."

"I want to tell you that—" his smile faltered, his own tears now a burning threat behind his eyes. How could this fragile moment be your last? Why hadn't he spoken sooner, when there was still a tomorrow?

"There's nowhere else I'd rather be," he whispered, his voice barely audible as he softly stroked your cheek. He felt the tremor that ran through you, but you didn't pull away.

"That I love you. I have for so long, angel. And I can face as much as the end of this world with a smile if you're next to me."

There. The unspoken finally spoken.

With the world ending, there was no more room for unspoken words, no more time for hesitation. This was it, the precipice of everything.

The house groaned, a violent shudder that sent a fresh wave of terror through you. You cried out, his words momentarily lost in the surge of fear as your grip on him tightened.

He remained steadfast, his gaze locked on your face. Gently, he turned your face to meet his, a faint, ethereal smile gracing his lips. "Look at me, angel. Just keep looking at me. It'll be less frightening, I promise."

"I love you, angel. So much."

His hands, surprisingly steady, framed your face, his thumbs softly tracing the contours he had known for years – the face he had cherished in secret. The lips he had yearned to touch. The eyes he dreaded seeing filled with sorrow.

He felt the clench of your jaw. He couldn't tell what you were feeling because of how blank your face was. The ground convulsed violently again, a final, desperate tremor. Time was running out, he could feel it. In the sky, the chaotic display of destruction painted your face in deeper shades of red. In his mind, the clock had run out. This was goodbye. So much left unsaid, undone, yet he felt rooted to the spot, unable to move.

Then, a monstrous shadow clawed its way into the ravaged sky. A skeletal hand, impossibly vast and terrifying, descended with horrifying speed, its long, sharp fingers reaching directly for you. Jeonghan reacted instinctively, a loud yell tearing from his throat as he lunged forward, his hand outstretched.

But it was no use.

The bony fingers clamped around you, and a bloodcurdling scream ripped through the silence, abruptly cut short as the hand yanked you upwards into the swirling darkness. Jeonghan watched in frozen horror, his hand still reaching, as you vanished without a trace.

He gasped, bolting upright in his bed, his heart frantically drumming against his ribs. The familiar, safe embrace of his room washed over him. The digital clock on his nightstand blinked 5:47 AM. He was safe. It had all been a dream.

But the chilling unease lingered on him. He shot out of bed, throwing back the covers, and rushed to the window. The neighborhood lay bathed in the soft glow of dawn, peaceful and untouched. No charred trees, no crumbled houses, no gaping holes in the earth. The faint morning rays painted the town in hues of gentle gold.

He swallowed, stepping back and running a shaky hand over his face. That's when the memory, sharp and vivid, returned. The confession that he whispered in the face of imagined destruction. It felt so real, so intense.

A sudden, fierce desperation seized him. He had to do this. He frantically searched for his jacket, pulling it on as he bolted from his room. He nearly tripped in his haste, crouching by the door to shove on his shoes.

His sister emerged from her room with sleep laced in her eyes. "Hey, where are you going so early—"

"TO CONFESS!" He yelled, already halfway out the door, sprinting down the street as if pursued by the very demons of his dream.

He didn't stop until he stood breathless before your door. Even before his lungs stopped burning, he was hammering on the doorbell, the insistent ringing echoing in the quiet morning. The door finally swung open, revealing your sleepy face.

"Who the—"

Your eyes widened in surprise. "Han? What—"

Relief washed over him in a dizzying wave. He pulled you into a tight, desperate hug. You stumbled back slightly, surprised but not entirely caught off guard by his sudden embrace.

"Why did you run all the way here and—" you looked him up and down, noting his disheveled hair and the clothes he had slept in. "What is it?" A flicker of worry crossed your features. You looked effortlessly beautiful in your casual clothes, your bangs framing your face perfectly beneath a simple hairband, your long, silky brown hair cascading down your back. How could he have not fallen for you?

"What's going on?" you asked, your voice still thick with sleep as he finally pulled away, his chest heaving.

"Look," he began, his voice still ragged.

"Angel."

"I… I really—"

He groaned in frustration, running a hand through his already messy hair. "Ah, screw it, seriously."

Your eyes widened further.

"I really need to tell you this. I don't think I can hold it in any longer. I can't bear to waste another moment, not when I could be spending it doing all the things I've always dreamed of doing with you."

"I am in love with you, Y/N," the words tumbled out like a flood finally breaking free. A weight seemed to lift from his chest as he met your stunned gaze.

"I've felt this way for so long now, and I know we promised not to do this. I know we promised not to make things awkward by saying this, but I can't help it anymore. I can't keep it to myself. I love you so much, not as a friend, but as a woman. I want to date you. I—" His rushed confession came to a halt as he finally registered your utterly bewildered expression. The sheer audacity of his impulsive act crashed down on him.

He had just blurted out his deepest secret, all because of a stupidly vivid dream. Where had his sanity gone?

"Oh God," he groaned, looking away, mortification burning in his cheeks. "I can't believe I just did that. Ugh, I am... I am so sorry."

Oh hell, no.

"Look. We can... we can pretend this never happened. I promise I won't say anything weird ever again—just—just please don't let this—"

You had to stop him.

"What? No!? You can't just take back a confession like that! That's so... cowardly! And I won't let you! Not when I—"

You stopped abruptly, swallowing hard before your gaze drifted away. "Not when I... feel the same way about you…"

A deep blush bloomed across your cheeks as he stared at you in utter disbelief, blinking as if trying to process a foreign language.

"I'm not dreaming again, am I?" he asked, a hopeful tremor in his voice. It elicited a soft chuckle from you. "Dreaming? No! And what do you mean 'again'? Did you really come all the way here because you woke up from a bad dream?"

"You... you do...?" he stammered, unable to believe his ears. You glanced up at him with shy eyes before giving a small nod.

"Yes, I did. A very bad one," he admitted, stepping forward and wrapping his arms around you without a warning. "But I guess it was worth it, if it led to this."

A wide smile finally broke through his anxiety, and you mirrored it, biting your lip as you hugged him back.

He pulled back just enough to look into your eyes. "So, like... can I kiss you?"

"You can't now that you asked," you teased, a playful glint in your eyes, making him chuckle. "God forbid a man asking for consent. The world is truly ending."

You giggled, gazing into his soft eyes, wondering how you failed to see the amount of love they held. It felt surreal, being held in his arms as he leaned in, kissing your smile away. Yet, at the same time, it felt like second nature to wrap your arms around his neck and meet his kiss with your own.

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hanniescookie · 7 days ago

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damn.

‘writing about someone else is just another way to write, paradoxically, about yourself’

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hanniescookie · 7 days ago

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Ok time to bring them back now

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hanniescookie · 7 days ago

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oh my god.

i don't have words.

thank you??? no, thank you is a small word i guess. is there a more meaningful word to express gratitude???

this fic was ltr so close to my heart. most times, i don't really care abt having a fav in my own works but this!!! because it was psych related and because it was jeonghan and because i wrote it with all my blood and bones, i could frame this as my fav!!! but it flopped, mostly due to my shadowban. it made me so unmotivated for days :( although, seeing this now has revived something in me!!!

i love it when readers read like THIS!!! thank you so much ryn, for loving it the way i wrote it. thank you for seeing it for what it is and actually taking time out to write this wholeeee long thing. i appreciate it sooo much from the bottom of my heart ಥ⁠_⁠ಥ

you've successfully stolen my heart 🤍 thank you for making my day!!!! i'm gonna post soon just because you said so ✨🤍

object permanence - yjh

—⁠☆ to love you, i must know that you will always be there OR object permanence being a concept that means that objects continue to exist even when they are out of sight.

pairing - jeonghan x f!reader

genre/warnings - non idol au, college au, psychological au, maybe set in the 1980s or smth, romance, fluff, slight angst, references of a psychological concept, mentions of a little bit of insecurities, skinship, use of petnames, lots of love and yearning, kissing, attachment, simp and insecure jeonghan

wc - 1.5k

A/N - finally!!! the idea that i got while studying for my mids is here, and i'm not very proud of it. it looked more good in my head but like okay ಠ⁠︵⁠ಠ have a good read!

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Jeonghan knows the die is cast for him again.

The moment he sees you, perched against the wide, arched window sill of the old library, a halo of soft afternoon light catching the flyaways in your hair, he tells himself that he's ruined beyond repair.

You are a silhouette against the dusty gold, your head bent over a thick, worn book, and your brows furrowed in concentration. One leg is tucked beneath you, the other dangling slightly, your foot gently tapping a silent rhythm against the wall.

It isn't even the first time that he's seeing you. Worse, it's probably the hundredth time within a week. He sees you all the time, and each time he feels his heart fill with a familiar ache—a longing that stays unspoken and unchanging.

All that he desires right now is to be close to you—to breathe the same air as you.

The need claws at him and he feels a rising panic at the intensity of it. It's illogical and absurd — this maddening urge to keep you within his sight makes him feel a little insane. He fights the urge to simply cross the room and touch you, to break the peaceful concentration etched on your face.

The volume of ancient pyschology that he had been reaching for is long forgotten, and he lets the pain in his chest control his movements.

He walks closer to you, taking deliberate steps as to lessen the disruption his movements are causing. His gaze snags on the curve of your neck, the delicate slope of your shoulder visible beneath the loose knit of your sweater.

A soft breeze rustles the leaves of a nearby tree, sending a dappled pattern of light dancing across your face. You shifts slightly, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, and for a fleeting moment, your eyes flicker up, catching his.

His breath hitches as you wave your hand at him with a smile blooming on your face. Jeonghan can count his favourite things on his fingertips, and your smile usually tops the list. He can't help but smile back at you because he likes how your lips curve up just a little more at his gesture.

He's just about to reach you when your neck cranes to your left. A drop of your smile for a second, and then a pout forms on your perfect set of lips. Somebody else has successfully taken your attention.

Jeonghan doesn't even have to look elsewhere to know that much. You're already up and out of his vision, and a bubble of poison rises up his throat.

He can hear his own heartbeat in his ears. The library around him spins, and his hold on the thick psychology book loosens. He wants to run and scream for you. He wants to find you because now you're gone and you'll not return.

Except you do.

“Hannie?”

He blinks, not having realized that his vision is blurred by his tears. You're standing right in front of, your face contorted with concern and your voice a low whisper in the silence. “Why are you crying?”

He touches his cheek absentmindedly, feeling the dampness. Then he chuckles, his nerves calming a little at your sight.

“Nothing,” he shakes his head, holding the book out to you. “I was just reading this.”

You sigh, taking the book from him and instead holding his hand. Then you're dragging him out of the library. He doesn't question it, being a little too tired to say anything.

Once you both are out in the golden sun, you stop, making him sit on the bench of your college garden. The book rests in your lap as you stare at him quietly for a while and he lets you.

He knows what you're thinking. He knows he's absurd. He is sure you're going to confront him, and cut ties with him. He's already visioning himself wailing in his cold bed because he's lost the one real connection he had found in this world.

“I love you.”

Jeonghan’s world comes to a standstill.

He stares at you, his mouth slightly agape, the weight of unshed tears still clinging to his lashes. He blinks once, twice, as if trying to clear a smudge on his vision, but you remain, your gaze soft and unwavering on his face. Had he heard you correctly?

He searches your expression for any hint of mockery, any sign that this was some elaborate, albeit incredibly painful, joke. But all he finds is a gentle sincerity that sends a tremor through his already frayed nerves.

It couldn't be. It simply couldn't be.

This isn't a scene from one of the melodramatic novels he occasionally indulges in. This is reality, and reality, in his experience, rarely offers such unadulterated grace.

Jeonghan finally manages a shaky breath. "You... you what?" The words are barely a whisper, laced with such disbelief that they sound foreign even to his own ears. He reaches a hesitant hand towards yours, stopping just short of making contact, as if afraid you might vanish if he dares to touch you.

You smile softly, a knowing glint in your eyes. "I said, I love you, Hannie." You gently take his hand in yours, your thumb tracing small circles on his knuckles. "I know it might sound sudden, maybe even unbelievable. But it's true."

You glance down at the thick book resting on your lap. "You know, we spend so much time reading about the human mind, trying to understand its complexities, its fears, its attachments. So I can tell."

You look back up at him, your gaze softer than he ever remembers it being. "I've seen you, Jeonghan. More than you probably realize. I've seen the way your eyes follow me across the room. And yes," you add, a touch of gentle amusement in your voice, "I've also noticed the way you sometimes seem a little… unsettled, just for a moment, when I'm not right there."

He flinches slightly, a blush creeping up his neck. He hadn't thought his feelings were that obvious. He suddenly feels the weight settling on his chest again. What if you truly think he's weird?

You squeeze his hand reassuringly. "It's okay, Hannie. I think… when you care deeply about something, the thought of it not being present can be a little unsettling, can't it? We learn, studying what we do," you nod towards the book, "about how the mind grapples with what's there and what isn't. But you are here, Jeonghan. You are real, and you matter to me."

He takes a little while to process your words, his eyes refusing to look away from yours. You aren't mocking him; you are understanding him, seeing past the surface of his sometimes-intense emotions.

"And," you continue, your voice soft but firm, "I am also not something that can just disappear.” You lean a little closer, your eyes filled with warmth. "So, yes. I love you. And I am not going anywhere.”

The warmth in your eyes melts away the last bit of Jeonghan's doubt. He breathes out slowly, and he can finally really look at you – the soft curve of your smile, the gentle worry on your face, the sincerity in your eyes. The fast beating of his heart starts to slow down, and he feels a hopeful flutter instead.

He lifts his hand, not hesitating this time, and softly touches your cheek. Your skin feels tender under his fingers and his own hand trembles.

"You..." he begins again, his voice still a bit rough, "You’ve no idea..." He stops, not able to say how much he feels, the constant longing that had been with him for so long.

Your hand comes up and covers his on your cheek, your touch making him feel warm all over. You lean into his hand, closing your eyes for a second. When you open them again, they look soft and inviting.

You both understand without words. Jeonghan leans in slowly, looking only at your lips. He can feel your breath near his, a sweetness building between you.

Your lips touch, softly at first, a light brush that makes Jeonghan shiver. Then with a shared sigh, the kiss deepens.

His hand moves from your cheek to hold the back of your neck, his fingers touching your soft hair. Your arms come up without thinking, your hands resting on his shoulders, pulling him closer. The heavy book falls from your lap to the ground, unnoticed.

When you both pull away, a little out of breath and with red faces, Jeonghan's forehead touches yours. He can feel your warm breath on his skin, and his heart is threatening to crawl up his throat.

"I..." he starts, his voice full of yearning. He moves back a little, looking into your eyes, his own showing a newfound vulnerability and a love that feels both overwhelming and right. "I think... no. I know I love you too."

Saying the words feels like a relief, like a weight has been taken off him after a long time. He can love you freely now, no longer tormented by your potential disappearance from his little world. Now you love him too. You'll be by his side. Your love has grounded him to a stable reality.

He can't help but mirror your smile.

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