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kim-seungmine · 5 years ago

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give my heart a chance

title: give my heart a chance

characters: (fem) reader x han jisung of stray kids.

genres: romance, fluffy as hell (i just want them to kiss so bad!), college au, friends to lovers au, composer/music scorer!jisung, assistant director!reader

word count: 6.9k words

warnings: cursing, a little suggestive i guess? there’s a lot of sexual references but nothing too wild, lots of (attempted) flirting, jisung is whipped as hell, it gets very wordy sometimes IM SORRY.

synopsis: you and jisung have these theories about love, and there’s only one way to prove yourselves right: testing them on each other.

a/n: writing this gave me so much joy, and writing from jisung’s perspective is super fun. lastly, sorry for the lame ass title, but i hope you’ll enjoy! please tell me there aren’t many grammatical/spelling errors i’ve read this over and over again.

Verse 1: “Date me, so I can write love songs about you.”

Han Jisung has a lot of ambitions. Being the world's best composer, buying a whole island for himself, and flexing his Rolex watches are on his list, but for now finishing his demo for the upcoming production meeting will be enough.

Maybe he's not so ambitious after all.

The door clicks open and reveals his roommate Lee Minho, his hair disheveled but eyes twinkling. Jisung raises his eyebrow. "Did you pass out on the street or something? What time is it?"

It's now Minho's turn to raise his eyebrow. "I had this amazing date but to put it simply, your man got laid."

Jisung sighs and knocks his head on the desk. "Lucky you."

"Your time will come, my friend," Minho assures him flatly, lying on the couch with a contented sigh. "What time is the meeting?"

"9 A.M." Jisung yawns, lifting his head to glance at his watch. "Fuck, I'm late."

Jisung doesn't know why he struggles to finish this project. His senior Bang Chan asked him to join his graduation project and help with the scoring. Jisung is willing to do anything that boosts his resume, but so far the project is only causing him headache. He's Han Jisung, the best student in his batch who almost always forgets to finish his assignments but always manages to ace them. He also sings and raps—even freestyling. He's the musical genius. Why is this happening to him?

Minho mumbles a sleepy good luck before passing out. Jisung is about pack his laptop when his phone vibrates. Your name appears on his screen, making him groan.

"Han Jisung you're late," you deadpan before he gets to say hello.

"I'm on my way."

“Get your ass here in 10 minutes or..."

"Or what?"

He can hear you tapping your pen on the table. "...I have nothing to threaten you with."

Jisung chuckles. Do you know how cute you are even over the phone? "I'll be there in 10."

Chan and the rest of the crew are already inside the room when Jisung arrives. He slowly pulls up a chair beside you, trying his best to ignore your glare.

"About the wooden table we wanted last week, have we got it?" Chan asks.

Kim Seungmin, the head of production design team, nods his head. "The color is a bit different from your moodboard because the one you wanted was slightly more expensive than expected, is this still okay?" He pauses to show Chan a picture on his phone. The director examines it before passing Seungmin's phone to you. "What do you think, Y/N?"

"It's a bit different but still fits the overall mood in my opinion. A little bit warmer, but I don't think it will disturb the ambience."

Chan smiles. "Hmm, I agree. Good job, Seungmin. And that's it, everyone! Thank you for coming! We only have 3 more scenes to film so hang in there, okay?"

The whole room lets out sighs of relief, leaving the room one by one.

"Jisung, can I talk to you?"

"Just curse at me. You don't have to be so nice."

Chan laughs. "You know why I asked you to help me, right? I know what you're capable of, so tell me, what's bothering you?"

Jisung pulls out the film script from his backpack, showing Chan the parts he's circled with red marker. "I finished the scoring for other scenes, but I can never seem to think of anything that fits this one scene."

He has played the scene in his head over and over. The man confesses his feelings to the woman he loves dearly, but also says goodbye to her. The woman only nods, lips curling into a small smile, and waves him goodbye.

It doesn’t make sense. Why would they do that? People who love each other stay together unless their parents disagree or someone dies. Or at least, they try to be together until the feelings fade. Why would they say goodbye before even starting anything?

Chan stands up, patting Jisung on his back as he’s making his way to the door. “I don’t want to limit your creativity or make you create music only based on my vision, but here’s something to think about: sometimes it’s not about fate or timing. It’s about choice. See you next week, kids!”

Both of you slump into your chairs the moment he’s out of sight. “I hate it when he’s being cryptic like that. Why can’t he just tell you what he wants? He’s the director anyways, everything has to be according to his vision.” You turn to Jisung who’s scratching his head. “Please tell me you understood what he said.”

“I understand,” Jisung answers. “Well, theoretically. Do you?”

“No one will truly understand it the way Chan does, but I understand the message he wants to tell.”

“Will you just help me then?” Jisung begs. “We don’t have much time left and I’m sure you’ll kill me if I submit the demo a minute late so let’s make our lives easier and help each other out, shall we?”

Jisung does need help—especially since you’ll be extremely critical—but he also wants to spend more time with you. He doesn’t know if Minho going on dates motivates him to do the same, and that’s what he wants to figure out.

“Okay,” you say. “But the moment you annoy me too much I’ll leave you to rot alone”

Jisung smiles so brightly his cheeks hurt. “When do you finish class today?”

It wasn’t love at first sight. The first few weeks working with you was hard that he wanted to take a revenge on you by asking Minho to break your heart. His roommate specializes in breaking people’s hearts, but he figured you would break Minho’s heart instead.

After a while, Jisung would rather you break his heart than anybody else’s.

“I hope you like Americano,” Jisung says. You avert your gaze to two cups of Americano on the table, nodding as you sit in front of him. “Thanks. Is the cheesecake mine too?”

He chuckles, sliding the plate to you. “It’s mine, but you can have it. I wanted to buy you one but I don’t know what you like.”

“You dared to assume that I like Americano but couldn’t decide what cake I would like?”

Jisung wonders whether he should be honest with you.

“I almost did,” he confesses. “But buying you cake feels too personal, isn’t it? This will feel like a date.”

You unexpectedly pout, and Jisung almost has a heart attack. “Stop flirting, you’re so bad at it.”

“Once I start flirting for real, you’ll be madly in love with me in 10 minutes.”

You slide the plate back to him. “I don’t know why we’re having this conversation,” you sigh. “Let’s start. You’re the one who wants me to help you get your shit done.”

Jisung opens his laptop to show you his drafts. “I honestly don’t know if this scene is supposed to be sad,” he explains, playing one of them. You listen carefully, glancing at him every few seconds. When the music stops, you close his laptop.

“Do you believe in love, Han Jisung?”

Jisung stops slicing his cheesecake, puts his fork down, and looks into your eyes. “Why are you asking me that?”

“Just answer me.”

“Yes? I’ve been in love before, that’s for sure.”

“Do you think the man loves the woman?”

“He does.”

You look satisfied with his answer. For a few minutes, you don’t ask him any other question, just sipping your coffee while examining your surroundings. “That’s it? You asked me all those big questions then just stopped?”

“Your theories are interesting,” you point out. “You believe in love and thinks that the couple needs to be together, but you’re not thinking from their perspective yet.”

“What’s your theory then?” he asks.

“My theories… about love?”

“Yeah. If you don’t mind sharing.”

You shake your head. “It’s okay, I think it will be fun. Well, this is what I’ve always believed in: boys like you will never be heartbroken.”

“Boys like me?”

“Boys like you, who date just for the sake of dating itself or getting laid.”

Jisung panics, waving his hands in front of your face. “Y/N I’m not some fuckboy I swear to God.”

“I know you’re not,” you clarify. “Boys like you just don’t think too much about anything, don’t really use your feelings. You date you when you want to date, break up when you want to break up, stay single for a while then starting to feel empty and thinking that dating someone is the only solution.”

“Aren’t we all like that?! Tell me you’ve never thought of going on Tinder when you’re lonely!” he protests. “For a film major, you have a lot of time.”

“I have to observe people in order to survive,” you laugh. “Where do you think I get ideas? It’s from other people.”

Jisung is still forming a smart comment in his head when you tilt your head, flashing him a smile so sweet like you didn’t just indirectly diss him. “Your turn. What’s your theory?”

It’s kind of hard to believe, but Jisung has quite a lot of theories about love. He’s not what you’ll call experienced, but he knows enough to come up with his own theories. “Which one hurts more, dumping someone or getting dumped?”

“Getting dumped, of course. That’s not even a theory anymore.”

Jisung wiggles his index finger. “It’s the other way around. Before you break up with someone, you think of hundreds of reasons—whether blaming yourself or the other person. You’ll keep thinking about things you hate about them and shitty experiences with them before coming up with a perfect breakup scenario. And the whole process, Princess, is agonizing.”

“Wow,” you breathe out, amazed. “You’re something else.”

“Jisung-ah!”

Minho jogs to your table, stopping when he realizes that Jisung isn’t alone. “Thank God I found you,” he whispers urgently. “Listen, I know you’re in the middle of a date but this is emergency.”

“What is it?”

“Are you coming home tonight?” Minho asks.

Jisung frowns. “Of course I am. I need to sleep so bad.”

“Are you sure? If so, then…” Minho proceeds to type something on his phone before passing it to Jisung. The latter coughs at the content, pulling out his wallet from his back pocket and handing it to Minho. “If you lose it I’m going to kill you,” he threatens.

“Are you sure you’re coming—”

“Don’t worry, he’s definitely coming home. I’m not sleeping with him if that’s what you’re implying.”

Minho laughs, bowing playfully at you as he backs away. “Good choice!” he yells. “Have fun, you two!”

You giggle while Jisung curses under his breath. “He asked you for a condom, didn’t he?” Once again, you casually smile at him, eyes twinkling. Jisung slowly nods, and you burst into a hearty laugh. “I caught you carrying condoms in your wallet after you insisted that you’re not a fuckboy. Nice move, Han Jisung.”

Jisung groans.

“Are you done?” Jisung asks over the phone. After your “date,” it’s become a routine for him to visit you at the bookstore you work at to discuss the project (while subtly flirting with you because he wants to see you getting all sassy).

“Not yet,” you answer lowly. “My manager is here. You can come inside and wait.”

He forces his legs to walk faster and enters the bookstore. You wave at him from the cashier, gesturing at him to sit on one of the benches. You continue to serve the remaining customers, smiling at Jisung once in a while. He finds himself returning your smile with a bigger one, and he wonders how to convince you that he’s not as bad and shallow as you think.

A crazy idea pops into his mind, causing his palms to sweat. But he wants to do it, to at least try and see how you react. Jisung’s heart races when you say goodbye to your manager and approach him. You nudge his shoulder. “Let’s go.”

You shiver as soon as you open the door. “Where do you want to work?”

Jisung gestures at you to keep walking, giving you his phone and airpods. “You can just listen and give me feedback. I’ll edit once I get home, you must be tired.”

You keep repeating the song throughout the way to the bus station. You turn to Jisung when you’re done, punching his arm lightly. “Well done, this is much better. You can actually show it to Chan.”

“No way. Really?”

You press play once again, bopping your head to the soft beats. “The man tells the woman he loves her after a long time. It’s a happy moment, an achievement. Then he bids her farewell because he knows—both of them know—that the relationship will end badly. It’s sad, but relieving because at least they know what they feel about each other. The music is not sad, but it’s not happy either. It’s hopeful because the characters are going to start another journey, although without each other.”

“But you end it with that little piano sounds, so there’s a tinge of sadness left,” you continue. “And that’s wonderful. I think Chan will like it a lot.”

Jisung lets out the breath he doesn’t know he was holding. “You interpret it better than I ever will,” he mutters. “Thank you. I hope Chan won’t fire me now.”

“He won’t. He loves you and knows you’re talented,” you tell him. “Will you help me for my future projects? We have to create a short film for finals. I haven’t told you this, but I really love your style. I wish I could hear your songs more often.”

“I-I could just, y-you know, write you songs,” Jisung stutters. This is it. He has to tell you now or he will regret it for the rest of his life.

“Huh?”

“I can write you all the songs you want. I can even write songs about you.”

“What songs? Like diss tracks?”

“I take requests, so I can write you a diss track if you want me to. And I can definitely write love songs about you.”

“How is that possible? You’re unbelievable.”

Jisung stops, clearing his throat before focusing his eyes on you. “Date me,” he enunciates. “Date me, so I can write love songs about you. Maybe later you’ll realize that boys like me aren’t always fuckboys. At least, I’m not. And I’ll give you the privilege to break my heart. I know you can do it.”

You gape at him. “You’re asking me out just to test our theories?”

Great, you think that it’s a stupid idea. Of course it is, why would you want to date him just to—

“Okay,” you add. “I’ll go out with you.”

“Holy shit,” Jisung yelps. “I thought you would beat me up.”

Leaning on the lamppost, you wink at him. “It’ll be fun. But I’ll break all of your bones the moment you start disrespecting me.”

Jisung stands straighter at your tone. “Yes, Ma’am.”

“So, what now? You’re taking me home?” you suggest.

“If you’ll let me.”

You extend your hand, and Jisung quickly takes it before you change your mind. The two of you walk in comfortable silence until you reach your neighborhood. “Will you have lunch with me tomorrow?” Jisung shyly asks, tightening his grip on your hand.

“Sure!” you chirp, squeezing his hand before letting go. “Good night, Jisung.”

“Good night Y/N.”

You give him a small wave, a cheerful smile plastered on your face.

Jisung waves back, unable to erase the stupid grin on his face. Oh, you’re so going to break his heart, and he won’t even try to stop you.

Verse 2: “I just want to be yours, completely yours.”

“You did not just tell me you like horror movies.”

The two of you are currently standing in front of the self-ticket machine, bickering over what movie you should watch. In turns out, your movie taste clash; Jisung lives for horror movies while you despise them. People behind him start snickering, so Jisung pulls you away from the queue.

“While we’re at it, tell me what kind of movies you watch,” he begins, trying to hide his amusement at your frustration. “I love everything, except for horror. But the ones I often watch may put you to sleep.”

“And now, if you don’t want to watch It 2, what do you want to watch?”

“Nothing really interests me,” you express. “It’s fine, let’s just watch this. I’ll pick the movie next time.”

Jisung beams. “My princess is so understanding,” he coos.

You roll your eyes at him, but not pushing him away when he wraps his arm around your shoulder. “How do you not cringe everytime you call me that.”

He pokes your cheek. “Because I know you secretly like it, and I’ll do anything that makes you happy.”

“Wow, you sound like you’re really in love with me,” you blurt out, completely unaware of the effect your words have on him. Who knows? Maybe I will, soon.

Three hours later, Jisung figures that you’re already playing with his feelings. During the entire movie, you didn’t flinch nor close your eyes. You didn’t even hold his hand for support (to be very honest, Jisung was quite disappointed at this).

“Y/N.”

You get startled at his voice, automatically stopping on your track. “Now everything startles me.” You clutch your chest in shock. “I’m sure I won’t be able to sleep tonight.”

“For someone who doesn’t like horror, you endured everything well inside the theater.”

“Curiosity always gets the best of me.”

“You could’ve chosen another movie, and I would be okay with that. Next time don’t force yourself, okay?”

“It’s something you love,” you explain. “I know you won’t force me to do things I don’t like, and I won’t force you either, but if it’s something that I can still tolerate then I don’t mind. It’s not like we can’t compromise, right?”

There you go, saying thoughtful things that warms Jisung’s heart so nonchalantly. He only hums in response, picking up his pace since you’ve started running. “I’m running late!” you half-yell before sprinting towards the bookstore.

After a few blocks, both of you arrive at the bookstore, almost running out of breath. Jisung fixes your hair in a haste. “I’ll pick you up later? Watch another movie, maybe? A funny one so you’ll be able to sleep?”

You scrunch up your nose. “Nah, it’s okay. I’ll just call you if Pennywise appears in my room.”

“Oh I’m sure you’re scarier than him, Princess, don’t worry.”

Jisung is prepared for a punch on his shoulder or strings of cussing words from you.

But you reward him with a peck on his cheek instead.

It’s been two hours since your shift was supposed to end, but Jisung hasn’t heard anything from you. His messages are unread and you won’t pick up his call. Minho watches his friend paces back and forth in the living room.

“Dude just pick her up or go to her place, you’re stressing me out!”

“I don’t know if she will like it. She did say I didn’t need to pick her up.”

“Are you really dating her? You’ve never been like this before.”

Jisung plops onto the sofa, massaging his temples. Minho won’t understand, especially since he’s the one who totally fits your “boys like you” criteria. “I am, but the whole thing is different.”

“Like, how?” Minho deadpans.

“We’re dating to test our theories about each other. About love.”

“So you two are just fooling around?”

“No!” Jisung insists. “It’s not like that. We’re dating, but I have to admit that things are getting more serious than I expected.”

Minho rubs his chin. “Isn’t that what you want? You seem to really like her. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you like this.”

The doorbell suddenly rings. Minho opens the door, surprised to see you there. “Y/N?” he gasps. “Are you okay? Are you crying?”

Jisung’s ears perk up at the word crying and he immediately rushes to you. He cradles your face, examining you from head to toe. “I was so worried Y/N. What the hell happened?” he questions. Minho grabs his phone and wallet from the buffet, mouthing that he’ll give the two of you some time alone.

You circle your arms around Jisung’s waist after Minho closes the door, wetting his sweatshirt with your tears. Jisung automatically takes you into his embrace, stroking your hair in the hopes of calming you down. “Some old man tried to make a pass at me,” you sob. “I almost slapped him but my friends stopped me. The owner has banned him from coming.”

Jisung tightens his hold on you, guilt starting to overtake him. He should have come to you, he should have just come to you. Why did he hesitate? “Motherfucker,” he splutters. “God—I’m so sorry Y/N.”

You shake your head. “Why are you saying sorry?” you try to laugh. “I’m fine, Jisung. I’m just… mad. And a little bit scared, but I’m okay. Seriously though, men have no manners.”

“I know,” he replies. “I’m sorry. I hope it won’t ever happen again. I won’t let it happen, okay? I’ll keep you safe.”

You snort, pulling away to pinch his cheeks. “Then who’s gonna protect you? I know you watch horror movies well but everything else scares you.”

Jisung’s lips stretch into a loving smile, wiping your tears with his hands. “I’ll try my best. You can trust me,” he says. “Should I take you home now?”

You seem to consider his offer before burying your face in chest again. Jisung hopes you can’t hear his heart beating violently due to the close proximity. “Jisung, you okay?” you hum. “Your heart is beating so fast.”

Of course, he won’t be able to fool you.

“Yeah. I’m just glad you’re not hurt.”

“Can I sleep over?”

Jisung separates you from his body before you can hear his heart jumping out of its ribcage. “All I can think about is Pennywise now,” you sigh, searching for approval in his eyes. Jisung feels his legs weaken, so he squeezes your shoulders. “You sure? Do you feel comfortable sleeping in my room with Minho sleeping next door? Oh fuck it, why am I encouraging you to change your mind? Of course you can sleep over. You can trust me, and you can trust Minho too. And it’s not that I’ll even let him touch a strand of your hair!” he blabbers.

Your eyes light up at the mention of Minho’s name. “Lee Minho is hot, I don’t mind having him around.”

“You go around declaring that men have no manners and boys like me are fuckboys yet you don’t mind having Lee fucking Minho around?!”

Once again, you wrap your arms around his waist, and Jisung wastes no time in returning your hug although his eyes are angry now. “I have you, right? You’re not an asshole, you won’t let anything happen to me.”

Jisung sighs in defeat, resting his chin on top of your head. “You’re impossible.”

After putting you to bed (with much difficulty because you kept commenting at how messy his room is), Jisung finds himself lying on the couch, staring at his room. Minho is already back and is now asleep (but not before he gave his roommate a whole warning to not say anything that can damage Jisung’s reputation).

Are you sleeping well? Are you still sad? Do you really think that Minho is hot or were you just playing with him?

His questions seem to reach your mind because seconds later, you slide the door open. You walk towards him, kneeling down to see him better. “JIsung-ah,” you call out softly. “Are you asleep?”

Jisung blinks, heat rising to his cheeks because you’re staring at him so intensely. “Not yet. What is it? You can’t sleep?”

“You can sleep inside, it’s cold out here,” you whisper. “It’s fine, I can sleep anywhere like a log.” He rubs your hand. “Go back to sleep.”

Jisung sits up when you don’t budge. “What if I also want you to be next to me?” you murmur, but he hears everything loud and clear. He carries you back inside his room with saying a word, hoping that this isn’t just a test he will fail.

He lays you down gently, which surprises himself since he tends to do everything in a rush. Jisung settles himself beside you, ready to finally sleep when you scoot closer and put your arms around his torso. “Thank you for today,” you say.

Jisung turns around to face you, slowly pulling you into his arms. “What did I do?” he asks, genuinely curious.

“Being there for me,” you reply. “You didn’t doubt me, you didn’t blame me.”

Jisung lifts your chin so he can look into your eyes. “Why would I blame you? You really should’ve kicked that man’s ass.”

You break into a smile, and Jisung can’t hold himself anymore. The feeling of you in his embrace, your smile, the way you look at him, and the warmth of your words are driving him crazy. Jisung realizes it’s always been like that since the very first time he met you: you’ve always driven him crazy.

“Y/N.” He licks his lips. “I want to start over. I want us to date without thinking about the goddamn theories. I don’t care about them anymore. I just want to be yours, completely yours. I’m not saying this only because I want to date, I only want to date you. And I don’t want to think about breaking up with you once we finish proving those theories. I won’t be able to handle it, I like you too much.”

You blink at him, staring at him long and intense Jisung feels like burning. You cup his face, tilting your head to peck him on the lips. It ends way too soon for his liking, but he already wants to faint.

“Aren’t I your Princess already? That means you’re automatically mine.”

Jisung chuckles, a huge burden is lifted off his chest as you snuggle to him, resting your head on his shoulder. “Nice move, Han Jisung. Confessing to me when I’m in your bed and feeling sentimental as hell.”

“Sorry Princess, but you’re too irresistible. I just gotta make you mine right here, right now.”

“Go to sleep.”

“As you wish,” he sighs dreamily, peppering kisses on the top of your head until you fall asleep.

“Where are you? The food is ready.”

Jisung rummages through his pile of clothes on the floor, picking up a random black shirt and a pair of ripped jeans. His phone is on the bed, speaker on so he could actually get ready while you’re hollering at him.

“I’ll be on my way soon, Princess. Please don’t get mad,” he pleads.

“I took a day off from my part-time job for you, Jisung. But you’re acting like my time isn’t precious at all,” you answer, a little softer this time. Jisung chews the inside of his cheek; you’re right. He’s always late although he barely has time to meet you thesedays.

He swears he doesn’t mean to, but whenever he’s about to meet you, misfortunes always happen: his alarm doesn’t go off, he has an appointment he can’t cancel, or he’s too tired to get out of his bed. You get into petty arguments whenever you meet, but you forgive him every single time although Jisung himself knows he’s being stubborn. As he slips on his shirt, Jisung wonders if this is the beginning of the end.

“Okay,” you finally mumble. “Be careful.”

Jisung ends the call, running as fast as he can to your apartment complex. He considers taking the stairs, but remembers that you live on the 20th floor and decides to wait for the elevator. When he finally enters your flat, his eyes brim with tears.

You’re sleeping on the sofa, two portions of jjajjangmyeon along with a bowl of caramel popcorn are on the table. The television is on, ready to play Along with the Gods because Jisung wants to re-watch it tonight.

He’s the luckiest man on Earth yet he keeps disappointing you. It pains him how small mistakes may really destroy both of you.

Jisung crouches down, wiping his tears quickly before planting a kiss on your lips. You stir, opening your eyes.

“Hi,” you yawn. “Sorry, I fell asleep.”

“I missed you,” Jisung rasps. “So much.”

He pulls you into a bone-crushing hug, his tense muscles relaxing when you hum knowingly against his skin. “I missed you too. Wanna talk about it?” you offer, patting his back softly.

“About what?”

“You had a bad day.”

“And you’re sleepy,” he retorts. “Let’s just sleep.”

“Not before you tell me what’s bothering you.”

Jisung gives up, deciding to tell you how swamped he is with projects and how everything doesn’t seem to go his way. You listen to him—although through half-lidded eyes—giving him all suggestions and reassurance he doesn’t even know he needs.

Sometimes Jisung still thinks about the theories both of you wanted to prove months ago. He remembers how sure he was that yours was wrong. He was not an insensitive asshole.

Maybe he is now. And you don’t deserve it.

The thing is, Jisung is selfish. Losing you is something he fears the most, and now, surrounded by your warmth and soft caresses, he makes a silent promise to fix everything. To make himself worthy of you and your love again.

“Y/N.” He lifts himself up just enough to see your face, smiling at your sleepy face. “I love you.”

You freeze, eyes boring into his, trying to look for traces of lies. He stays in his position and waits for you to say something, anything, before his heart explodes and breaks into a million pieces.

“You do, now?” you reply, burying your face in the crook of his neck.

Jisung waits for you to say it back, but you soon fall asleep in his arms.

Jisung had the best dream ever. He dreamed of going on vacation with you, and you always wore your brightest smile that he loved so much. But that wasn’t even the best part.

In his dream, you told him that you loved him.

In reality, Jisung wakes up to an empty bed. He checks his phone, relieved to see some messages from you.

princess : hv some cereal before you go, but pls wash the dishes

princess: dont forget to make the bed or ur dead

me: im a slave 4 u, ma’am, dont worry

The tone of your messages doesn’t change, and for now it’s enough to soothe his heart. Jisung makes the bed as you requested before examining your room. He’s seen all his photos you pinned on the wall, but now you’ve written comments underneath some of them.

Jisung’s eyes fall on a photo of him munching on his chocolate. The comment reads, “Please eat more, you’re too skinny.”

Another photo sees him sitting in front of his laptop with his headphones on. “You’re the coolest composer, you know that, right?”

Jisung recognizes the last photo as the one taken during one of your beach dates (in which he dragged Minho to be his designated photographer). You had begged him for a piggy back ride, and he eventually caved. Jisung flaunted his gummy smile as you pressed your lips on his right cheek. Underneath the photo, you wrote, “Jisung-ah, I’m so happy with you. Thank you.”

He wonders why you keep all these thoughts to yourself. These are your love letters for him, they beat all the “Han Jisung, I love you too” scenarios Jisung have inside his head. Why wouldn’t you just tell him that? Is it because he hasn’t been the best boyfriend thesedays?

After taking a photo of your “love shrine” (for blackmail purposes), Jisung leaves his notebooks inside one of your drawers, the ones filled with lyrics he wrote for you and about you. You wrote him the sweetest love letters, and he’s going to fulfill the promise he made when he asked you out.

You deserve to know every little detail of his feelings for you.

“Y/N… about last night… are you mad at me? I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

You stop flicking through channels, dropping the remote to ponder Jisung’s question. “Yeah, I am,” you admit. “But we’ve fought enough. I don’t wanna waste my energy.”

“So you’re going to let me be a jerk?! What if I never snapped out of it? What if I never apologized to you? Or feel guilty?! You have to beat the shit out of me, Y/N. You can’t be this nice!”

You prop your chin on your knees, closing your eyes. “Last night, I planned to break up with you.”

Jisung pales at your confession. “Princess, I’m—”

“Please hear me out first,” you cut him off. “These past few weeks have been tough, I honestly thought you cheated on me. When you were late again last night, I told myself to end things with you. But then I fucking fell asleep, and then as soon as I saw you, I didn’t want to do it anymore. Plus you looked like a mess last night.”

“I kept wondering if we’re trapped in a toxic relationship. And it angered me. I hated myself for keep wanting to forgive you. When you told me that you love me… I didn’t know how to respond. I didn’t know whether you were being sincere or just caught up in the moment.”

Tears start rolling down your cheeks. “That’s why I didn’t answer. This morning, I decided to give you one last chance.”

“Did I… ruin it?” Jisung asks sheepishly, wiping your tears gently.

You shake your head. “I acted like nothing happened, but you still apologized. And complained about me not telling you about this sooner.”

“So that means…?”

“That means,” you begin. “Your theory is right. Dumping someone feels worse than getting dumped. Yesterday, memories of us fighting flooded my mind as I created a whole speech in my head about how much I hated you. It made me wanna explode, and that was the worst feeling I’ve ever experienced. Resentment is tiring, but the moment you stepped into the living room I know I don’t hate you.”

Jisung heaves a sigh of relief, placing his hand on top of yours carefully. “And your theory is wrong. You broke my heart. You truly did. I told you I love you, and when you didn’t say it back… I felt horrible... although I know it’s all my fault. You have me wrapped around your finger, Princess, I hope you know that.”

“Anyways, I saw your lovely comments for me on the photos,” he teases, knowing you meant to keep it a secret.

“Fucking hell!” you yell. “I forgot to hide them!”

“Why don’t you tell me now, then.”

Your lips curl into a teasing smile. “If I tell you I love you now, will you kiss me?”

Before you even properly say it, Jisung is already hovering over you, cupping your face and crashing his lips on yours. It just occurs to him that he’s never kissed you like this; it was always light pecks here and there. Jisung doesn’t know how he survived that, because nothing beats feeling your lips moving against his. Nothing beats the feeling of you tugging his hair, sighing in contentment when he starts exploring your warm mouth. Jisung tries to remember every single sensation; the way you curl your arms around his neck, the way you keep pulling him down to you as if he’s not close enough, the way you squirm as he nibbles your bottom lip gently.

“I love you,” you whisper in between feverish kisses he leaves every now and then. He pauses, finally letting himself breathe. You hold stars in your eyes, and those stars are all for him to see. It’s overwhelming, so all Jisung does is pressing another kiss on your lips. Moments later, when the lack of oxygen forces him to stop, he pulls away.

“Thank you,” he mumbles, trying to stop himself from kissing you again because he needs to tell you this first.

“For…?”

“Loving me.”

Chan’s graduation project has finally been screened, earning a standing ovation from everybody present. He invited all his crew to dinner, which has turned into a congratulatory party for Jisung and you. “You two didn’t disappoint me,” Chan exclaims. “I guess you’re the reason why Jisung finished his demo early, right Y/N?”

You wink cockily at him. “Han Jisung is nothing without me.”

Chan ruffles your hair before raising his hand to get everyone’s attention. “My last few months as a student felt amazing thanks to you guys. I’m sure you all know how thankful I am for each of you, so I won’t bore you with my speech. Now, Seungmin, I believe you have something to say.”

Kim Seungmin stands up, unfolding a piece of paper that sparks mixed reactions from the crowd. “Lee Felix, Hwang Hyunjin, Choi Jisu,” he announces. “Each of you owes ₩20,000 to me, Chan, and Shin Yuna because you guys freaking lost!” He claps, then turning to both of you. “Jisung and Y/N, thank you for making us rich!”

Everyone cheers while you and Jisung look dumbfounded. “All of you bet on us?!” you scream in disbelief. “Whoa I can’t believe you guys! Even you, Chan?”

The senior only chuckles. “Everyone was stressed out at how slow you two were but you guys were so annoyingly cute we couldn’t help ourselves!”

Seungmin collects all the money from the lost participants before distributing it to each of the winners. When he gets to Chan, the latter shakes his head. “Just use the money for round 2, I’ll pay the rest as well.”

The whole room cheers again, quickly getting up from their seats and debating about which place to go. You immediately start interrogating Seungmin, wanting to know what exactly happened during the whole production process.

Jisung taps Chan’s shoulder. “I believe I haven’t thanked you.”

Chan frowns. “For what?”

Jisung slips his hands into his jeans pocket, smiling at you as you turn around to check on him. “For making the whole project happened. For the whole, ‘Sometimes it’s not about fate or timing. It’s about choice.’ It kept me going, even when I thought Y/N and I weren’t meant to be. There are times when we just have to keep trying, aren’t we?”

“Well, thank you for remembering what I said. But it wasn’t me. It happened because you did try, Jisung. All of us have to make choices at some point, but not a lot of people actually have strength and will to do that. You did, so kudos to you. I’m trying to do the same myself, wish me luck, okay?”

Jisung snorts. “This is getting sappy, but thank you. And I will.”

Both boys laugh, exchanging playful slaps on each other’s back until you come up to them.

“Hey Chan, can I borrow Jisung for a sec?”

Chan shoves Jisung towards you. “If I catch you two sneaking out before round 2 is done, I’ll end you!”

You wave at Chan, and Jisung is now glued to your side. “What is it?” he asks, wrapping his arms around your shoulder. “I found your notebooks.”

He grins. “You did? I thought I’d have to tell you about them. They’re nice, right? I’ve recorded some of them, I’ll let you listen later.”

You cross your arms. “The ones in the black notebook are nice. I’m a goddess and I agree. But what are you gonna say about the red notebook?”

Jisung smirks at your question, dropping a quick kiss on your lips. “What about it? You wanna make everything I wrote there come true? I can do that, Princess. Whenever you want,” he whispers seductively.

His original plan was only to leave you the black notebook that contains all the sweetest lyrics he’s ever written. But then he thought it wouldn’t be fair if you only know that side of him. You have every right to know about his sexy thoughts too.

“I just want you to know me. All of me. And everything I feel about you, including the things I really, really want to do to you,” he continues.

You tiptoe to whisper into his ear, “Maybe later.”

“Later?!” Jisung shouts. “Later as in tonight?!”

You shrug, and now Jisung is dragging you to the opposite direction of where his friends are going. “Chan hyung! You can nag us later but we really need to go home right now!”

Everyone whistles, including Chan, so Jisung takes it as a yes and quickens his pace. You, meanwhile, are looking at the snacks stalls along the street.

“I’m still hungry. Let’s stop by to buy hotteok first.”

Groaning in frustration, Jisung knows he has no choice but to follow you. As he watches you enjoying your hotteok, he thinks about the moment when he desperately wanted to prove you wrong.

Jisung has nothing to prove now. You gave his heart a chance. You gave him a chance, and he’ll make sure to cherish you as long as he can.

more a/n: and it’s done! This story seems simple but writing it, I think the theme is a little bit hard to grasp. I hope you guys can understand everything that Jisung feels...

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starlithan · 4 years ago

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I Promise

Part 3

Siren Jisung/ Reader(ft. Choi San ATEEZ)

Word Count:3540 words

Warnings: None

Summary: Han realizes that the amusement park is the last place he want to be, time is running out and he cant figure out what to do, meanwhile a certain someone comes to live with the both of you, and you bot get into a whole lot of trouble.

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Part 3

Y/n’s POV:

“I changed my mind .. THIS is my favorite food from now on” Han said as he munched on the last slice of cheesecake, I giggled “see I told you there are more tastier things then scrambled eggs” I said, chocolate from the cheesecakes was on the side of his lips, I took a tissue and wiped it off “you eat like a kid” I smiled and looked at him.

Too close, Y/n you're too close

I get back and clear my throat “come on there are more things you need to see since you're here”, I said as I looked around.

Han ’s Pov:

She's so cute. I smiled and went back to finishing up my cheesecake.

“Ahhh right the amusement park every human has to go there, it's a must do” she said getting all excited “what's an amusement park?” I asked as I wiped my face with the so-called tissue “here let's go” she said as she held my hand and pulled me along, we both ran to wherever she was taking me.

“Y/n slow down, or did you forget I just learned how to walk” I said huffing as we stopped, “and you know how hard it was to learn-.. Wow” I said as I looked at the big big…..things, this place was gigantic.

“I know right it's gigantic, come on we're gonna go to the haunted house first” she said as I nodded still in awe, “wait what's the haunted house?” I asked, does she wanna be possessed by ghosts or something, but luckily she read my mind “it's not real ghosts just people acting like ghosts so come on” she said as once again she drags me, well if there not real then that's okay, and personally how scary can they be, I mean sharks are more scarier than mere people

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I take my words back, People are scarier than sharks, “are you okay?” Y/n laughs as she pats my back , this is utterly embarrassing. I close my eyes and shake my head, “ice cream I'll go get some ice cream, you sit here” she said as she went to bring us some ice cream.

I close my eyes, why is my head hurting this much, the moment I open my eyes, I see tons of hearts glowing a fierce color of blue, everything else was black and white, I close my eyes again and slowly massage my temple “stop, stop” I whisper

Remember you only have 20 days till you turn back to a siren

I hear a voice whisper in my head, my eyes shoot open and everything's fine, everything's back in color, I only have 20 days, I got to get started today.

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Y/n’s POV:

“One chocolate and one peach in a cone please” I said as the guy nodded, ‘what's the time?” I whispered as I took my phone out

25 missed class from Minho Oppa

Domed I’m domed, I sigh, was something wrong

“Here you go one chocolate and one peach” the guy gave me my ice cream, and I thanked him and started to make my way to Han

To be honest I'm happy Han ’s here, I'm having lots of fun, I smiled thinking about how he was scared as hell in the haunted house, I even didn't have a single episode of the migraine too

“Here's your ice cream” I said as I handed him the peach one, he glanced at both “I want the chocolate one” he said

“Nope you're gonna try the peach one this time, trust me you're gonna love it” i said, he gave me a questioning look but took it in the end, I sat next to him “so how's your day in the human world going?’ I asked as I looked at the people passing by “well let me summarize that for you, on my first day I was attacked by a cat and a human both on the same day, on the second day I got to know that humans are more scarier than sharks, and that I'm afraid of heights” he said pouting and taking a huge bite of the ice cream.

I laughed with tears coming out of my eyes “first of all Darong thought you were fish and came on you did smell like it too and second San apologized and did give you his clothes that you are wearing at this very moment” I said, laughing “what's so funny?” he asked which made me laugh even more “your.. Haha...your face…” I laughed, he looked confused “is there something on my face” he asked, I shacked my head as a no.

“No your face expressions is soo cute” I said as my laugh started to come to an end, his face started to go red, to which I stopped, I think he's getting more sick, I placed my hand on his forehead, his fever is getting higher and higher, he held my hand, and for a minute we just stared at each other, he does have beautiful eyes it like you can see the whole sea in them.

“Stupid” he said as he scoffed “come on I'm hungry lets go home” he said as he got up and started to drag me with him, we just walked silently with the setting sun watching over us.

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Han ’s POV:

We got home and I sat on the table directly. I needed a minute to collect my thoughts. I had little time but why do i feel like it's going the opposite way “do you wanna eat now?” Y/n asked standing on the opposite side of the table, I nodded to which she went to the fridge and started to take out some food.

“Here you go” she said after a few minutes, she placed a bowl of rice and some side dishes, I can't lie she's a pretty good cook. She sat in front of me, hands on the table, eyes on me “you're not gonna eat?” I asked, she shocked her head as no “I'm not hungry” I nodded and started to dig into my food, “hey Han I was wondering what's the.. You know what's the difference between a siren and a mermaid in general” she asked.

“Didn't I tell you the first time” I looked up, “well you weren't very specific I mean in detail” she said, “well some sirens are born from the sea, and some are born from violent, watery depths, Drowning, being murdered at sea, their bodies being thrown into the water shortly after their deaths, stuff like that. Thy are the ones that sing to sailors, or anyone and drag them to their deaths, when they get to close, They are born anytime, but that's just a myth in between sirens about that there born from violent deaths no one has seen a siren born like that” i said as i was reminded of the monster i was, the real me

“On the other hand Mermaids are purely creatures of water, they look more like a fish then us, there dum most of them and aggressive too, even though if both of us die we turn into sea form, as if we never existed, mermaids eat human hearts thinking that that's what's gonna turn them into humans” i said getting back to my food, blocking out all the horrible thoughts.

“Was it hard?” my eyes shot up to her to see her heart was glowing a deep shade of blue

She's sad

I nodded, she bit her lip and nodded “if you-... if you wanna talk about it I'm always here” she said as she looked back up at me and smiled

Beat… why is my heart beating so fast?

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Y/n POV:

“You should probably sleep” I said as I picked up Darong “and you and me need some sleep and Darong and Y/n time” I said and winked, to be honest Darong was super mad at me, “I mean your the one who used to ignore me” i pouted as she turned her head the other way”.

I got changed and picked up my phone, shit i forgot to call Minho, this is the best time I guess, I dialed his number

Beep beep~

“Hey Y/n” I heard Minho

“Hey I'm sorry my phone was on silent” I said

“It's fine just come to the living room you have so much to explain” he said and hung up

What does he mean by come to the- shit i close my eyes and run out of my room to see Minho giving death glares to Han , and Han was doing the same, “Minho I-..” I started but he motioned me to stop “who are you?” he asked looking Han dead in the eye, Han gave me a panicked look, I mouthed my friend “your my friend” I whispered, he nodded “I'm her cousin” , I facepalm myself, shit now we're in big trouble how am i gonna explain this one.

“Well I'm her brother” Minho smiled, to which I'm sure Han understood that he messed up “so now Y/n explain pls”, I motioned Han to sit down, as he did and then we began to explain the siren stuff.

“So you're trying to say You.. Han right? Is a siren the ones that sing people to their deaths?” Minho asked and the both of us nodded “and how am I supposed to believe that?” he asked, I give a panicked look to Han , as he gets up and heads to the kitchen he picks up a glass and fills it with water and then heads back to us, he breaths and then puts his hand above the glass, for a moment we all sit there but nothing happens “what's going on, nothings happening, okay enough with the stories both of you tell me the truth” Minho says, but then water suddenly starts to levitate around his hand, me and Minho were in total awe “see I told you” I said as his eyes were stuck on the water now out of the glass and levitating above Han ’s hand, i look up at Han and smile, he returns that smile with a wink.

“Fine I believe you”

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authors Pov:

After that everything was settled, you all went to sleep, but to be honest even though Minho now believed in Han but it still looked like he was not giving him proper approval, but for the time being you were glad he was here.

Han ’s POV:

I'm glad I was half siren, for those powers to work, or damn I messed up, I lay on the couch my eyes on the roof, “you know if you do anything fishy to my sister I swear I'm gonna kill you and bury you so deep that even your own kind wont find you” her brother said as he lay his mattress on the floor, and went to sleep, back towards me, I sigh I mean I get it he’s her brother, it's good he's protective, who wont be she is something to protect, my thoughts start to kill me , I get up and head outside, slowly opening the door, but as I was opening the door I heard a small meow.

I glanced down to see the little monster rubbing against my feet “you want to go outside too?” I asked, more like I whispered, Darong gave a little meow, as I picked her up and we head outside, the cold night air, the cold lonely sea, to be honest I forgot the sea or being a siren when I spent time with her, I sit down on the sand and place darong in my lap, looking at the sea reminded me of my task, my heart sank to my feet “ugh I can't do it, am I falling for her?” I put my hands on my face, thinking of all the times she made my heart beat, “is this what love feels like, cuz I dont like it” I said as I stared at the sea, I took my necklace out of my shirt and inspected it, the vile was now half empty, “great I have little time left and I have zero progress, but what I'm feeling towards her is it love or something else?” I questioned myself, Darong meowed “and you, you little monster” I said as I picked her up and brought her to my eye level, she meowed and then licked my nose, I smiled “your not that bad” I said as I placed her back in my lap.

“We should probably go in , it's getting a little chilly out here” I said as me and Darong headed back in. but what do you know sleep wasn't quite welcoming me today I sat on the sofa, “what's something fun I could do here?” I whispered, I saw the thing that turns on the TV the… “what did Y/n say this was?.... Ahh right a remote and this button turns it on” I remembered it was actually the most complicated thing I got to learn, I turned it on and the volume was quite high, I gritted my teeth together and glanced at Minho Hyung, but he looked like he was having a deep sleep, I quickly turned down the volume, “sorry” I whispered, I started to surf through the channels until this one caught my eye.

“Are you a person who’s in love but can't seem to figure out whether it's love or friendship? Well today we will tell you some things that will help you figure out the difference, and point out how exactly you feel about that person”

Wow great these things always pop up on the worst time, I really didn't want to know this, but then again it won't hurt I guess, I looked down at Darong and she really looked interested in the show, wouldn't take her eyes of the screen “who do you have in your life to figure out your feelings” I laughed, but Darong straight off ignored me.

“When someone likes you they usually give off small hints, but how to differentiate is that when you love someone

1.You act like yourself in front of them

2.You can never get mad at them

3.Your always thinking about them

4.You can talk to them endlessly without getting bored

5.You feel there pain, happy when there happy and sad when there sad

These are the main points, but you can also give “kiss” a try *wink*”

“I think that's enough TV for me” I said as i turned it off, my face was heating up, this is stupid I won't do that, I sighed and lay down on the couch

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Y/n’s POV:

“Good morning!” I said as I went directly to the kitchen, hands occupied with tying up my hair, but as I looked up, I saw Minho with an apron, he looked at me and smiled, “sit down, and chill I've made us waffles your favorite” he said as he motioned me to sit on the seat, the aroma of sweat waffles filled the air around me and to be honest it reminded me of my childhood. “Where's Han ?” I asked, “here!” I heard Han behind me, I turned around to look at Han , he was damped and not to mention semi naked, he wore only jeans, I'm kind of embarrassed to say I couldn't take my eyes off of his abs ‘how the heck do sirens have perfect abs, and why didn't I see this earlier?’, I heard hurried footsteps behind me, and then I felt someone covering my eyes, “HEY PUT ON SOME CLOTHES THIS ISN'T A STRIP HOUSE” Minho yelled as I laughed.

Finally we all settled down and had a peaceful breakfast, after finishing up we all cleaned up and thanked Minho for the lovely food, “oh yeah I'm gonna go do some work k, I'll be back by 9 okay” Minho said as he got to the door he stopped and looked back at Han and gave him a long glare and then went outside, I laughed “wow that was intense” i said, as i was about to go to my room, Han pulled me by my arm and pinned me to the wall, we just stayed like that for a minute, my heart started to beat at an abnormal speed, “I-” I wanted to speak, to say something but my mind was blurry, my thoughts were blurry, I blinked twice, but Han didn't say anything “can-can we go outside today” he said, and I blinked again trying to process what he meant.

“Yeah yeah sure, umm give me five minutes” I said and the motioned for him to let me go, he quickly realized and pushed himself back, “yeah sorry” he said, hand on the back of his neck, I quickly went into my room and closed the door, “what was that, get a hold of your senses Lee Y/n!!”

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Minho POV:

“Detective Minho your really on good terms huh buddy, I mean posted to Jeju, beautiful place and less crime, good for you buddy” I smiled as I heard Chan Hyung blabber on about how hard it is being a city detective, “oh come on Hyung it's not that hard, and plus I still have to deal with small crime, pickpocketing, car accidents and all”, I sighed looking at the now placed file on my desk, “don't be so unthankful those petty crimes are a piece of cake for us… by the way how is Y/n holding up, is here headache fine?” he asked as I hummed.

I stopped, as i thought about the fact that Y/n hasn't had a migraine since I got here “she's more carefree and happier these days” I said, thinking about all the times she's laughed, and how much happy she looks teaching Han how to use the TV, smiling at the memory of that thought, “wow great that’s good I-.... In a minute… hey buddy I got to go okay got a new cold case” he said sighing frustrated, “okay” I laughed, “but hey tell Jeongin to not destroy my office and tell Changbin to stop arm wrestling with every newcomer” I said as Chan laughed “you know about that”

“I have eyes and ears everywhere” I laughed and then we said our goodbyes.

In the middle of work I thought about the possibility of other mythical creatures existing if a Siren exists, I opened up the file, but when I read it I wanted to yeet everything.

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Han ’s POV:

We got home from our little stroll and let me say I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING TO MAKE HER HEART RACE, she went straight to her room, and came back minutes later, with a camera, I suppose that's what you call it, “here I want you to have it” she said, as I took the camera and stared at it for a minute “what for?” I asked, “well I want you to make some memories for yourself, since your here now” she said, I smiled looking at the camera, “thanks” I said as she looked at me with wide eyes “I-I’m gonna go make us something to eat” she said as she hurried to the kitchen.

I nodded as I went to my sofa and sat down, Darong meowed from the other room and as she saw me sitting she came running and I smiled, “hey little buddy” I smiled as I picked her up and run my hands through her hair she started to slowly close her eyes and doze off, the smell of food was nice, less days I have less days left I thought as I looked at the ceiling.

“Ouch” I heard Y/n yelp in pain and then hiss, I don't know why but my body quickly reacted and I got up and ran to her, “what's wrong are you okay?” I asked as he help her finger in her hands, “yeah I'm fine I just cut my finger” she said as I took her finger in my hand and examined it, it wasn't a deep cut thank God but it was deep enough to bleed like hell “why didn't you pay more attention hun? What if this was deep what would we do?, does it hurt a lot?” I asked as I slowly picked her up and placed her on the kitchen counter, “where's the first aid?” I asked as she looked at me and then at the cupboard, “I- its t-there” she said and I quickly went to get it, I slowly started to clean up the wound, “you should be more careful, scared the hell out of me” I said as I took a bandage and wrapped it safely around the wound, her hand was now in mines and we both stared at each other, i really dont wanna kill her, I slowly start to close the gap , and placed my lips on her, I felt her stop and then she kissed me back.

I can't kill her

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yuuimagines · 5 years ago

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Stray Kids in Hogwarts

Kim Woojin

House: Hufflepuff

Blood: Muggle Born

Year: Sixth year

Quidditch: Keeper

Extra information:

* Everybody in his family was so surprised

* How‘s it possible that only their youngest child is a wizard?

* But he was still very excited!

* Since he‘s the youngest in his family it confused him even more when he found out that he‘s the oldest one of the first graders—

* The first few years he was enjoying life and doing everything he wanted

* But after the fourth year he was like the mom of the dorm

* ”OMG NO DON‘T GO THERE ARE YOU CRAZY“

* Very wise to the younger ones

* ”Never, I say NEVER piss Snape of. He‘ll remember your face for the next decades and mistreat your children if he needs to I swear“

* Is friends with Chan

Bang Chan

House: Gryffindor

Blood: Pure Blood

Year: Seventh year

Quidditch: Team Captain/ Beater

Extra information:

* This boy was very sad :(

* Even though he was surrounded by great wizards and witches he felt so lonely and just not in the right place

* He often asked himself if he‘s on the right path and got lost at some point

* But then Changbin got his letter, in the end even Jisung did

* So little Chris was happy since he finally had some real friends and people to depend on

* In the Quidditch team since day one

* After Jackson, the previous team captain, graduated everybody voted for him to be the next

* I feel like he wouldn‘t be the type of Beater to constantly attack the enemies

* He would be the type to protect his own team mates rather than attacking

* Funfact: The sorting hat originally wanted him to be in Hufflepuff

* I think Chris would enjoy Dark Arts a lot just because it‘s Dark Arts whoooooo

Lee Minho

House: Slytherin

Blood: Pure Blood

Year: Fifth year

Quidditch: Chaser

Extra information:

* Minho lives in constant fear as the Chaser tbh

* Would be mean to everybody at first because he felt like he needed to fulfill the stereotype of a Slytherin? After some time he was like well huh that was stupid

* Has a lot of experience because his family always teaches him little spells

* He HATES Defence against the Dark Arts SO MUCH

* ��When I do Dark Arts by myself I don’t need to defend myself cuz my spells are so lit?“

* Goofs around and pretends to be bad sometimes but he‘s actually one of the best wizards in Slytherin

* He is whipped for your cat, so if you‘re a Slytherin and own a cat expect finding this boy in the middle of the night with every single cat doing some kind of ritual—

Seo Changbin

House: Gryffindor

Blood: Pure Blood

Year: Fourth year

Quidditch: Chaser

Extra information:

* So Changbin was always interested in the Muggle‘s lifes

* He would go up to Woojin or somebody with at least a little bit of knowledge and ask them a million questions

* ”Why do you guys need electricity? Couldn‘t you just use—“

* ”NO THEY CAN‘T CHANGBIN, THEY DON‘T HAVE WANDS TO HEAT THEIR FOOD“

* ”And cars?? I swear that‘s the most useless thing when they would just use teleportation methods like—“

* ”SEO CHANGBIN“

* He looks intimidating but he‘s a soft boi and would like to be friends with you uwu

* Changbin being a chaser would Seungmin drive crazy I swear

* ”Slytherin has the Quaff— Wait no, Gryffindor‘s Chaser Changbin just— Oh wow Slytherin‘s Minho had a great technique to— CHANGBIN HAS THE QUAFFLE AGAIN, JUST FINALLY SCORE THE POINTS JESUS CHRIST“

Hwang Hyunjin

House: Slytherin

Blood: Muggle born

Year: Third year

Quidditch: Seeker

Extra information:

* So I wanted to make Jinie‘s story a bit more attached to reality

* You may think: A Muggle born in Slytherin? Well that‘s ironic— AND I KNOW JUST PLEASE LISTEN TO ME

* So on the Hogwarts Express he told some people his parents are Muggles and basically what happened was a lot of harassment from just a few people

* Stuff like ”What is he doing here?“ ”Somebody like him won‘t be a great wizard“ or ”I bet he‘s no clue about ANYTHING. How cute to think that he‘ll make it“

* Hyunjin‘s blood was boiling. He wanted to prove them wrong, he wanted to show the best side of him that he could

* So the sorting hat was like ”Slytherin will make you stronger“ and ”You will make them regret everything they said behind your back“

* And Quidditch was the way to go

* So he learned a lot of things from books and eventually made it into the team as the Seeker

* After winning a match he got the ALL THE GIRLS AND BOYS

* Everybody‘s crush

* Hated Jisung at first because he was also a Seeker and Gryffindor won that day

* ”Maybe you should just finally catch the Golden Snitch, maybe you would win then lol“

* ”Well maybe you should study more, maybe you wouldn‘t fail all your exams then“

Han Jisung

House: Gryffindor

Blood: Half Blood (Mother Witch, Father Muggle)

Year: Third year

Quidditch: Seeker

Extra information:

* Imagine Fred and George Weasley being one person

* That‘s this boy

* Probably owns the map of mischief and he uses it ALL THE TIME

* When he isn‘t Gryffindor‘s fantastic Seeker he comments the Quidditch games

* AND HE IS ABSOLUTELY HILARIOUS

* Like;; he would be so biased? And always making jokes, cursing and then censoring himself after Seungmin hits the back of his head—

* This would honestly be a big commercial for Gryffindor

* Because he very proud

* THIS BOY IS AFRAID OF SNAPE AND DEFENCE AGAINST THE DARK ARTS OMG

* He would rather die than going to this lessons oh boi

* He was already friends with Changbin and Chan when he wasn‘t attending Hogwarts

* When the sorting hat screamed GRYFFINDORRRRR Chan and Changbin were screaming and applauding like crazy

* Since they also play Quidditch and everybody knew this trio they got the name 3RACHA

* Most chaotic Seeker in history I swear

Lee Felix

House: Hufflepuff

Blood: Half Blood (Mother witch, father Muggle)

Year: Third year

Quidditch: Seeker

Extra information:

* This boy might be the most serious one (as many legends say) BUT he is still in Hufflepuff because my heart tells me yes in tiny font

* With Lee Felix as Hufflepuff‘s Seeker they actually have a chance because this boy‘s GOOD

* Felix also has a big heart for magical creatures

* Everybody wanted to have him in his own house since he helped everyone on the way to Hogwarts with their pets, luggage etc.

* His parents supported him so much and thought of everything while packing and buying his books

* Hates the house‘s stereotypes so much and wants to break them as good as possible

Kim Seungmin

House: Ravenclaw

Blood: Pure Blood

Year: Third year

Quidditch: /

Extra information:

* We all knew he was a Ravenclaw the second we saw him, ok!?

* He is already used to the whole magical world from his family

* So he wasn‘t really surprised when the letter from Hogwarts arrived

* Teaches Jeongin a lot of things about magic

* Let‘s be real, guys: HE WOULD THINK THAT MRS. TRELAWNEY‘S LESSONS ARE PURE BULLSHI—

* Like;; he would go to several people (maybe Jisung the most skskskks) and tell them that it‘s the Most useless form of magic

* He doesn‘t play Quidditch

* Cuz this boy‘s smart and doesn‘t let himself beat up

* But he goes to the matches anyways to watch over his friends

* Aka he needs to be there because he comments the gameplay

* (The only one who takes commenting the game serious and doesn‘t get scolded)

* Buys a lot of stuff to prank the guys with in Hogsmeade

Yang Jeongin

House: Ravenclaw

Blood: Half Blood (Mother Muggle, Father Wizard)

Year: First year

Quidditch: Beater

Extra information:

* OK SO LISTEN

* Since he lived in the Muggle World and his father never told him enough about magical stuff he never knew much about being a wizard

* So when he first came to Hogwarts his HE WAS EXCITED

* That‘s why everybody thought he was so CUTE

* Became everybody’s baby in seconds

* This boy is a proud Ravenclaw

* The moment Jeongin was first on a broom every knew: This boy will play Quidditch like a god and laugh every time the Bludgers hit the enemies

* He met Seungmin on the Ravenclaw table after the sorting hat did his job

* He counts the days until he can go to Hogsmeade

* Calls the older students dump when they make mistakes as a joke

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A/N: OMG DID YOU GUYS SEE SEUNGMIN, JEONGIN AND JISUNG IN THEIR HOGWARTS CAPES? I ALWAYS KNEW JISUNG WAS A GRYFFINDOR HAAAAA

Also, English isn‘t my first language. I had to look up a lot of things because I read the books in German. So I‘m really sorry if something isn‘t right? Just tell me skshskwv

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softstraykids · 6 years ago

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christmas for two

member: han jisung genre: fluff & more fluff summary: fuckboy au! christmas au! enemies to lovers au! you were spending christmas alone with only a family friend’s son to keep you company who you’ve never met or knew anything about. then han jisung; ultimate fuckboy, ex best friend and current enemy shows up at your doorstep. you know you’re in for a ride. requested: yes and it’s a secret santa gift for @geminijimini!!

“bye sweetie!! we’re going now, don’t forget the Hans’ son is coming soon!!”

your mum calls out to you

you shout back “I know!! make sure grandma’s okay!”

the door closes with a click and you breathe out a sigh

your parents were going out of town because your grandma had suffered a heart attack

apparently she was in good health but your parents still wanted to check on how she was

and as selfish as it was you wish they could be back in time for christmas but you know it’d be a week before they came back

it was around 3 days before christmas and you already knew you were going to be alone for christmas

well

not alone

the Hans’ son was staying with you for the next week because his parents had won a cruise trip for two at Christmas time

and all the tickets were sold out so they couldn’t get an extra spot for their son

so he was staying with you because the Hans and your parents didn’t want you two to be alone during Christmas

the thing is

you’ve never met the Hans’ son because he was never there when your families met up

well you weren’t there much either but when they came over to your house you’d say hello

but you knew he was your age

that's it

a thought suddenly popped into your head

what if their son is han jisung

you actually laughed out loud

yeah right

fate wouldn’t be that cruel to make you spend christmas with jisung

absolutely not you thought

there was no way

han jisung was the one person you could say you hated on this planet

he was the most popular guy in your grade

perfect grades

goofball and class clown

part of like a lot of sports teams

on the student council

and fuckboy extraordinaire

he went through girls like someone with a runny nose would with tissues

but even with all of his fuckboy ways you and jisung used to be really good friends

like texted each other to early morning

went on late night fast food runs

had like hundreds of inside jokes

and always would sit in class with each other

you two never met your families though

but as best friends

your only condition was not to fuck around with your friends

but he eventually did when you got a boyfriend

he became distant, fucked around with your ex best friend’s feelings

then you two had a huge falling out and you haven’t talked since

and you became distant with your best friend too

but ever since then he's become the only person you hate

in the midst of your thoughts you heard the doorbell ring

“COMING” you shout as you race down the stairs

you open the door

and the automatic thought you had was

fuck you fate

because there he was

han jisung

in all his handsome fuckboy glory

he was leaning against the wall with a duffel bag in his hand swung over his shoulder

you couldn’t deny it

he looked good with his messy hair, grey sweatpants and a black hoodie

when he saw you

the corner of his mouth curved up and his gaze got even more intense

he looked you up and down appreciatively

and he smirked at you looking at you directly in the eye

“nice legs, sweetheart” he said his voice oozing with cockiness and smoothness

you then just realised you were wearing a huge t shirt with tiny shorts which barely covered your butt

you just rolled your eyes at him and just as he opened his mouth to say something

you slammed the door in his face

the keep reading thing finally got fixed sorry for the troubles with the rest of my fics

“HEY! REALLY Y/N??” he shouts through the door

and this time you’re the one smirking

but without you noticing your heart skipped a beat when he said your name with the same familiarity he used to say it with

you slowly make your way upstairs to change enjoying jisung’s shouts to let him in

when you open the door again

he just dryly says “really?” as he looks what you’re wearing

you had baggy sweatpants on, a hoodie and a parka

“what? i need to protect my purity. you’re the pervert here.” you say innocently

he scoffs “purity my ass” as he walks past you into the house

you swear under your breath as you close the door

this was going to be a long 2 weeks

you show jisung to the guest room and wait at the doorway

as he puts his duffel bag down

before you even register what was happening

he just takes his jumper off and

he. doesn’t. have. a. shirt. on.

suddenly you could hear your heartbeat getting faster

and you feel like the room just got a lot hotter

you can’t help but think how unfair it is that he’s THAT hot

his 6 pack was perfect, you could see the definition of his arm muscles and his shoulders were broader then you remembered

as he chucks the jumper onto the bed

he gives you a side glance and a quick wink

“liking the view i see” he says cockily

and you could literally see his already massive ego growing

“you bloody wish. put a bloody shirt on jisung” you say as calmly as possible

trying to hide your bright red cheeks

and praying that he doesn’t literally hear your heart going at million miles an hour

jisung chuckles and your heart just kinda melted right there and then

“you were never that good at hiding your thoughts from me. some things never change. i missed you y/n” he says with his signature bright smile

then he puts on a black t shirt he got from his bag

and you just stand there speechless

as the words of “i missed you y/n” repeats in your head over and over

‘you’re just saying that you don’t mean it just like all the flirting you do” you mutter trying to convince yourself that was the truth

“maybe, maybe not” jisung cryptically says not looking at you

you could cut the tension in the room with a knife

“i’ll be down stairs getting dinner ready” you say trying to avoid the subject and him

but you could feel the intense gaze of jisung on your back as you leave

jisung couldn’t believe his luck

he was initially stumped at the fact he couldn’t join his parents on their cruise

but spending christmas with you and hopefully making up with you was the best present he could’ve ever wished for

gosh he’s missed you so much and he was such an idiot for letting you go

he’s had a crush on you for years now since you two first met in high school

you two became really good friends but it was just that

just friends

to distract jisung from his feelings he went from one girl after another

but once you got a boyfriend

the jealously creeped in and he couldn’t help but get distant with you

your best friend let jisung rant to her about his feelings for you

but she started to fall for him

then once she confessed and he rejected her

she pettily told you lies about how he fucked around with her feelings

then you two had a huge falling out because jisung couldn’t tell you the real reason why your best friend was lying

but now he had a chance to fix everything

you didn’t have a boyfriend and your old best friend and you weren’t even friends anymore

and school wasn't there to get in the way

he just needed to soften your heart so you would give him a chance

jisung smiled to himself as he thought about you

“DINNER’S READY” you called out from downstairs

jisung came down as you set down the plates of food down on the coffee table in front of the tv

before he could utter a word you said

“since we have to live with each other for the next 2 weeks, please don’t piss me off and i’ll act civil towards you if you do.”

“sounds good to me” jisung said shrugging grabbing his plate of food and sitting on the couch

you turn netflix on and put on a movie you and jisung both liked

no words were exchanged as you guys ate and enjoyed the movie

but somewhere in the middle of it jisung ended up lying down on your lap

and you didn’t want to make a big deal of it since you didn’t have the energy to bicker with him

plus a bit of you liked it

liked it a lot

by the next movie you two watched

your instincts kicked in and you started playing with his hair

and internally you knew you were playing a dangerous game with your feelings

jisung was a fuckboy and has been with more girls than you could count

but he always treated you right said that annoying voice in your head

and already your walls were crumbling

your heart wanted to give in

what happened was a year ago

you weren’t even friends with your old best friend

she kinda just ghosted on you after jisung and her story always seemed off

you just didn’t push it

and you knew even if you tried to deny it

you missed jisung

a lot

“goddamnit han jisung” you accidentally mutter under your breath

“what?” jisung groggily says rubbing his eyes and turning his head so he was looking straight up at you

and your heart melted right there and then

seeing him all sleepy, his hair all messy and lying down on your lap

just did something to your insides

“let me just get some snacks” you say trying to not look at him

“oh sorry” jisung says softly sitting up and rubbing his eyes sleepily

you try and steady your beating heart as you go to the kitchen and get some snacks for you and jisung

you come back and jisung’s face lightens up as he sees you struggling as your arms are full of popcorn, chocolate, candy and ice cream

“holy shit i love you y/n” he says without thinking

you completely freeze up and his eyes widen comically

“ummmm u-uhhh i-i didn’t mean that w-well i kinda did b-but ANYWAYS let me help you with that” jisung says stumbling adorably over his words

and you’re in shock at the fact he didn’t completely outright deny what he said

and the fact han jisung the smoothest talker you know was a blushing fidgety mess

seeing this sort of side to him you couldn’t help but get all soft

after setting down all the food the awkward atmosphere lessened

you plop down on the couch pretty close to jisung and play the movie

after 30 minutes you felt super sleepy and instinctively you put your head on jisung’s shoulder

before you could even realise what you did

jisung automatically puts his arm around you letting you snuggle into him comfortably

you thought to yourself

fuck it what would just a little bit of cuddling change

you got your answer as you were about to fall asleep still cuddling with jisung

“i’m really sorry for everything y/n” jisung says into your hair muffling his words slightly

but you could hear the sincerity of his words

and you just gave in

you wanted your best friend back

“it’s okay i forgive you ‘sung” you mumble back still super sleepy

you couldn’t see but jisung’s smile while looking down at you was just pure happiness and love

and he hesitated a bit before he kissed you on the forehead

jisung leans his head on yours and his eyes droopily close

and that’s how you two fell asleep

with the tv still on

the fireplace still crackling

and the snacks all eaten

with you two all snuggled up on the couch with a huge warm woolen blanket wrapped around you two

you woke up groggily yawning then you felt just like a solid body that you were leaning on

and you looked up and you saw jisung

you automatically jump out of the snuggling position you were in

then you see jisung open his eyes slightly

as you put your hands all over your body in panic and sigh in relief as you realise you have all your clothes on

you didn't realise that jisung was fully awake until he burst out laughing

between his laughs he spluttered out “y-you r-really thought w-we slept-t together?”

you angrily pout at him crossing your arms “well i’m sorry that was my first reaction when i see that we slept on the couch all night”

jisung can’t help but think how adorable you as you try to be angry

“well i’m glad you think of us like that” he says suggestively wigging his eyebrows

“HAN JISUNG” you shout hitting him with a pillow

“ow ow ow i’m sorryyyyy” he cutely says

you huff out “get up it’s already noon and i need to do some last minute christmas shopping”

“is that an invitation for me to join?” jisung sneakily asks

“no. it is an invitation for you to clean up this mess though” you say pointing to the rubbish on the coffee table from last night’s snacks

you get ready to go shopping and you say you’re going as jisung was still washing the dishes

you knew that you needed time to sort out all the feelings which you still haven’t processed at all

even though you already knew what they all meant

last night you forgave jisung

and now you two were back to how you used to be

but something new was in the mix

and you knew exactly what it was

but what scared you was the fact you liked the fact that feeling was there

the feeling of liking han jisung

and it was as if fate hated you even more

because just as you tried to turn on your engine

you could hear it rattle rumble then die

you cursed loudly knowing you need to ask jisung for his car

his answer “only if i drive”

“why can’t you just let me borrow it” you whine

“would you trust me driving your car” he snorts and retorts sassily

you then grudgingly agree he has a point and he gets ready to go out

it was a few hours into christmas shopping and you two were having a ball

but you could see jisung eyeing a hoodie and you went over to him

you instantly loved it too and couldn’t help but say

“damn that’s a really cute hoodie”

“i know right i have an amazing taste” jisung says cheekily as you just shake your head and laugh

“yeah yeah sure whatever you say”

unknowingly to jisung

you bought it while he was off in the toilet

jisung insisted on carrying all your bags

and buying lunch too

you felt like a princess

but you couldn’t help but try to be cautious

he’s a fuckboy y/n he does this to all girls not just you

you told yourself

but you knew that wasn’t the truth you’ve seen jisung interact with other girls

and he was never this nice or patient and he would’ve definitely made a move by now

you were a complete mess by the end of your shopping trip

your thoughts and feelings were all conflicted

and as jisung was driving and both of you were belting out christmas songs

and he was doing an impression of mariah carey’s all i want for christmas is you

you were dying of laughter as you forgot how funny jisung was

that was when you knew

you were completely fucked

this definitely wasn’t the first time you had a crush jisung

you think you had one about 3 times when you were friends with jisung

but did nothing about it because he never seemed to be interested in you like that

though now it was completely different

he was acting even more romantic and more boyfriend material than ever

and you were struggling real hard to keep your walls up

you were making pumpkin soup for dinner and you were so concentrated on stirring the pot you didn’t hear jisung’s footsteps

just don’t question why someone would be concentrated on stirring

you suddenly feel two arms wrap around you waist

and jisung’s chin leans on your shoulder as he asks

“whatcha making?”

your heart basically had a heart attack as he did it

“pumpkin soup” you say spinning around to face him and at the same time putting the wooden spoon into his mouth

you laugh super hard as jisung’s eyes are wide and half of the wooden spoon is in his mouth

as you take the spoon of his mouth

he splutters out “y-you” trying to formulate words

you laugh even harder

“dinner’s ready” you say between your laughs

you guys again sat on the couch with your soup as you put on a tv show

jisung spilled a bit of his soup

and you two bickered back and forth as he cleaned it up

during the bickering you couldn’t help but think

you two were acting like an old married couple

“i did the dishes this morning so you should clean it up”

“uM EXCUSE ME you’re the one WHO SPILLED IT”

once jisung cleaned up and finished his soup

without hesitation he lied down on your lap

you played with his hair the whole time

at one point you two ended up cuddling

then you both fell asleep like that again

“we really gotta stop falling asleep on the couch like this” says jisung as you wake up

you look up at him and squeak because of how close he is

he laughs softly at your reaction “morning sweetheart” he says

“morning” you say with a yawn

it was christmas eve and you two spent the whole day in your pjs

first wrapping the presents

which was a lot of trying to run into each other’s room to see what the other person has gotten

both of you failed

you two went outside to make a snowman

which didn’t happen and just ended up being a snowball fight

after you two dried up you made hot chocolate for the both of you

to warm you guys cuddled up on the couch right next to the fire place and talked for an hour or so

you two also baked gingerbread and made gingerbread houses

that took like 3-4 hours because you two were playing around so much

then you two spent the whole evening cooking your favourite christmas foods for dinner

the whole day was amazing

christmas carols were playing, you two had at least 2 more cups of hot chocolate, the christmas tree lights were twinkling and the bright smiles never left each other’s faces

constant flirting, teasing, banter and suggestive remarks never left your conversations

nor did the constant affection

like the sneaky forehead kisses, cuddles, and hugs

and both of you knew what was going on but didn’t mention it

neither of you wanted to ruin it

but at the back of your mind you wanted an explanation

the reason you two stopped being friends

the one jisung refused to tell you when you two had your huge fallout

but for the time being you wanted to forget about it until the time was right to ask him about it

after you two had your christmas dinner and both were extremely full

you suggested something

“hey i know it’s pretty cold but it’s a clear night do you wanna go up to the treehouse and give our presents up there?”

“sounds good let’s go thirty minutes before 12?”

so after you two watched another christmas movie

which was like the 10th you’ve watched in the last 3 days

you guys went to your treehouse, with hot chocolate in thermo flasks, a picnic blanket and a bunch of woolen blankets

and of course your wrapped presents

after you guys got all comfy and cozy

resting your backs on the wall of the tree house with the blankets wrapped around you two

you had soft christmas music playing from your phone

and as it turned 12 you both shout

“MERRY CHRISTMAS!!”

you two handed your presents to each other at the same time

and both of you ripped the wrapping off

you two burst out laughing as you both held up the same hoodie you both saw when you were doing christmas shopping

“i told you i had great taste” jisung says while laughing

you both put your matching hoodies

“we look pretty damn cute” jisung says appreciatively

and you couldn’t deny it

the hoodies looked good on both of you and the whole matching thing really worked for you two

“you look adorable with your sweater paws” jisung chuckles out

you put your two hands to your face which was hidden in the sleeves of your hoodie posing for him

jisung takes a few photos of you

“my new background” he casually mentions as your cheeks go bright red

you two snuggle up and star gaze

talking about the constellations

and then all your past christmases

jisung says a few cheesy pick up lines which you laugh at

“there’s a million stars in the universe but the only one i need is you” he’d say overly romantically

as you’d just laugh, cover his mouth with you hand and say “oh my gosh stop”

once you two settle down and a comfortable silence falls upon you two

you suddenly ask

“hey jisung can you tell me why we stopped being friends” you softly say looking up at him

he softly smiles down at you

“it’s cause i liked you”

then your brain kinda just freezes and doesn’t work anymore

you move so there’s space between you two and you’re looking straight at him making sure he’s telling the truth

“your best friend let me rant to her about my feelings for you but she fell for me and once she confessed i rejected her. she was bitter and told you all those bullshit lies”

you felt like shit

you should’ve known there was a good reason

and your best friend’s story always sounded really off

before you could apologies jisung clearly tells you

“don’t feel bad please it’s on me i’ve liked you for years now and i never had the guts to tell you until now”

jisung says sweetly looking at you with so much adoration

you just melted into a puddle

“now?” you softly whisper

he chuckles softly and says with affection filling his voice

“i like you y/n. i like you a lot”

without any notice jisung grabbed the strings of your hoodie and pulled you close his lips were only a few centimetres from yours

then suddenly you felt his lips on yours

he was soft and hesitant at first waiting for you to pull away

but once you reciprocated the kiss

you could feel him smile as you kissed him back

and your heart warmed as he smiled

then he suddenly deepened the kiss

and you just melted into his body

all the sexual tension, the unspoken feelings, all of it just exploded

jisung smoothly lifted you into his lap

his hands were on your lower back and his arms were around your waist bringing you as close as possible

not even a paper could slip through the space between you two

you had your arms around his neck and you were running your fingers through his hair

jisung kissed you passionately, your heavy french makeout was extremely steamy and as you two finally you parted for air

you both were breathing heavily and jisung had the most attractive smirk on his face

you breathlessly say with a sweet smile on your face

“i like you too jisung”

my gif use w creds!!

this scenario was an utter mess it combined a shit ton of aus and i wrote it in a rush BUT it was very fluffy and christmassy. i hope all of my readers had a very merry christmas!! be on the lookout in the next 2 days for my seungmin fic (which hopefully be better quality), which i just need to edit before it’ll be up!!

i always love to hear feedback and what you guys thought so please don’t be afraid to send me a message, anon or request!!

@geminijimini MERRY CHRISTMAS RAYA!!!! i am so sorry i didn’t reply to your asks the last month or so i was on a mini hiatus. but i hope you liked this, i know it wasn’t exactly what i said but i tried to add the whole winter theme to it and at the very end a mention of star gazing. it was very fluffy though so i really hope you like it!! please message me to tell me if you enjoyed it or not and let’s stay in touch!! lots of love your secret santa, dain ❤️

thank you @skzsecretsanta for setting this whole thing up and for providing me an amazing present giver (hehe i loved my ss gift) and receiver!!

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jaebeomie · 6 years ago

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Can I come closer?

Genre: Enemies to lovers!AU, fluff at the end I guess

Pairing: HAN JISUNG x Reader

Words: Around 2k

Summary: He annoys you so much, but shows another side of him and that changes things quickly until you both realise you like each other

Warnings: the reader having a panic attack

A/N: I just needed to write this out, it was in my thoughts. Well Jisung is in my thoughts lately, someone help me

You were never someone to have conflicts with other people. But this one guy made it hard for you almost every day. He got on your nerves so easily. Just by him looking at you in a certain way made you annoyed. And he knew this too well. You often had little fights, to his entertainment and to your annoyance. You knew you should just ignore him and he would probably get bored with this, but you couldn’t bring yourself to ignore all his comments. He wasn’t even your classmate, but you happened to have the same extra credit class together, and he always happened to sit near you.

It all started on the first week. He was sitting near you, and you happened to hear what he was saying to some other guy.

“You know I missed the first class already and I think you can just help me, just give me your notes from now on.” You scoffed loudly at this and he heard.

“What’s your problem? I wasn’t talking to you.” He said while looking your way.

“And you should keep it that way.” You said without even looking at him.

That was when he realized your existence. He wasn’t exactly the typical popular kid, or a so called bad boy, but he was on good terms with everyone...well maybe except you. Of course all the girls were head over heels for him, his smile, his stories, his goofiness all made him the center of attention. This might have been why he seemed too cocky for you.

You started to build up so much tension towards him that some days when he was especially annoying you snapped. You were walking down the hallway, lost in your thoughts, when he was standing on the side with his friends.

“Look who’s here, my favorite person to annoy.” He said when he saw you. You stopped at your locker and ignored him completely. He came your way and creeped up behind you,closing the locker to get your attention. You sighed and looked at him, couldn’t help not rolling your eyes.

“How can you be more annoying every time we meet?” You were tired and anxious, he was saying some stuff, but you didn’t pay attention anymore. He saw your lack of energy and walked away, giving up annoying you for now.

One afternoon you were enjoying your lunch, scrolling through your phone when you saw someone coming your way in the corner of your eyes. You looked up and spotted Jisung coming your direction with a big grin.

“Don’t even think about….” At this point he sat down in front of you.”...Sitting down.” You sighed.

“You know, you sigh too much.” He said while stuffing his face with his lunch. You were watching him, how the food was hanging out of his mouth as he chewed, but you couldn’t help thinking his cheeks were kind of cute. He noticed how you were looking at him.

“What, you want some?” He asked, with his mouth still packed with food.

“You’re beyond weird.” You said standing up and leaving the table, his eyes slightly getting bigger as you left.

You were having bad dreams, and also a hard time falling asleep, since you were pretty stressed out by one of your classes. The one class you had with Jisung, but this time the problem wasn’t him. It was the teacher. You felt so humiliated every time he would ask you something, and he would do this to a couple of students, his comments were rude and you couldn’t really handle that kind of attention with your anxiety. It was getting to you a little more than to others, and you were now getting afraid to go into his class. So you skipped a few classes. Until one day you saw the teacher on the hallway and he just shouted to you from afar that you would have to attend or you’d fail the class. You were burning up inside, everyone was looking at you and your cheeks went red immediately from the embarrassment. Your anxiety got terrible these days, and the way he triggered you, you felt yourself losing control over your body, as it got harder to breathe. You searched for an empty spot to calm yourself down when you heard someone talking to you. He was sitting at a table by himself; the hallway was already empty.

“Wow, I didn’t know you would be someone to skip classes.” He said with fake amusement in his voice, coming your way.

“Not now Jisung.” You said harshly, but he continued. “I mean you’re not really that rebel type, or maybe..” You cut him off.

“Jisung...I’m having ...a panic attack….” You tried to say, it got even harder and harder to breathe and your eyes watered, you were on the verge to cry, you felt your heart beating like crazy. His face immediately changed when he heard and realized you were really struggling. The concern in his eyes was something you never thought you would see.

“Hey, it’s okay, just focus on me, okay?” He said slowly coming closer to you. But you couldn’t really focus on anything but your struggle to breathe.

“Can I come closer?” He asked when he saw you shift a little at his closeness. You nodded. He was standing in front of you, and he slowly took your hands into his.

“Look at me.” He said, lightly hardening the grip on your hand.

“I need to breathe.” You managed to say between sobs.

“Yeah, lets do that. Y/n, just breathe with me okay.” He said and slowly started to breathe in and out. “Do it with me.” And you followed the way he breathed in and out, until you felt like oxygen actually filled your lungs and your head getting clearer. You felt weak and your body was still shaking a little bit, tears still gathering in your eyes. You went closer and hugged into him, resting your head on his chest, following his breathing still. He slowly hugged you gently, he didn’t want to crush you, but wanted you to feel his support. You stood there for god knows how long, and when your panic attack entirely stopped, you realized that you were hugging Jisung, who probably hated you and you slowly let go of him. He still looked at you with concern in his eyes.

“I’m sorry I didn’t want to make you have a panic attack..” He started saying and you realized he thought it was because of him. It made you laugh. You chuckled and felt so much tension getting released from your body.

“You. Do you think I would ever have a panic attack because of Han Jisung?”

“And you’re back to yourself.” He said, but he was smiling to himself. You were smiling too. He was a bit unsure what to do, he fidgeted with his hands.

“You scared me.” He mumbled. You couldn’t bring yourself to say anything.

“I.. Uh.. I need to use the bathroom.” You excused yourself and hurried to the bathroom. You looked bad. Like for real. Eyes red, hair messy from Jisung holding your head and caressing your hair, your mouth hurt from you chewing on it. You quickly washed your face with cold water and fixed your hair. You let out a deep sigh why did he have to be there. You won’t be able to ever make him stop teasing you because of this. He looked actually concerned though. You were in your thoughts as you opened the door when you saw Jisung standing there. He was waiting for you.

“I.. um… Thank you Jisung.” You quickly said and turned away to go to your locker.

The next day you had to go into that class. You had no choice. You entered the room, a few people were already there, looking at you as you entered. This already made you anxious. Meanwhile Jisung was observing you. You looked at him for a second, but the flashbacks of yesterday came rushing to your memory and you just sat down at the next table almost next to him. The teacher entered and gave you a pitiful look when he saw you.

“Look who honored us with her presence today.” He said with a bashful laugh. Your cheeks were burning up and turning red, you didn’t want to be there, you felt ashamed already. Jisung let out a loud scoff at the teacher’s words.

“At least the only smart person is present.” He said looking directly at the teacher. He ignored Jisung and continued with the class.

As the weeks went by, you had less and less conflicts with Jisung, and the teacher also stopped bothering you after a few times when Jisung got back at him every time he would pick on you. You were talking with one of your friends when Jisung and one of his friends approached you. You remembered him; he was Felix.

“Hey, do you guys want to come to this gathering Jisung has at his house next week? It’s like a chill party, you should definitely come.” Felix said excitedly, while Jisung just stood there next to him, staring at you with a smirk.

“It’s really nice of you Felix, but he should invite us himself if it’s his party.” You said arrogantly and walked off grabbing your friend. Jisung just rolled his eyes at how you annoyed him again.

At that afternoon you were in the library reading a novel, you were there to find a book to study, but came across this romantic novel you couldn’t put down. At least until someone snatched it out of your hands and started reading the page you were at.

“He leaned closer and closer, until he was inches away from her lips…”

“Can you not spoiler it for me you nonromantic piece of creature.” You said while leaning back in your chair. He sat down in front of you, putting down the book.

“Come to the party.” He said while gazing at you.

“Wow this is not even an invitation, you just can’t be nice, just admit it.” You said smiling to yourself at the fact that he really came alone to invite you.

“Y/n, don’t be so hard on me, it’s hard not annoying you all the time.”

“And why is that you stopped annoying me?” You asked actually out of curiosity.

“It’s just… I don’t want to hurt you.” You were surprised at his answer.

“I’ll be there.” You said, going back to reading your book.

There you were, with your friend on the way to the party Jisung invited you to after all. You had mixed feelings. Since the moment he took your hands into his that day you had a panic attack, you knew he was not that annoying prick you thought he was. He cared, he could be serious when needed, and he was a nice guy who maybe liked that you were different and didn’t look at him like others, talked back to him when he was an asshole and he needed that.

The music was loud,and all the people were carefree. You felt a bit out of place, a bit embarrassed that you didn’t really feel like you fit in. You followed behind your friend so she could find Felix. You saw the place where the drinks were and decided to go and let her be alone with her crush. You stood there, leaning to the counter and facing the crowd in the living room. You spotted Jisung on the other side of the room, standing there talking with his friends. He was enthusiastically explaining something, you found yourself watching him. As he finished his talk, he slowly found you with his eyes and a huge grin appeared on his face. You on the other hand almost choked on your drink and turned away quickly. You started going the way your friend went before, but Jisung appeared in front of you.

“You’re here.” He stated as if he was expecting you wouldn’t come.

“Clearly.” You said jokingly, and he smiled at that. You were standing there in front of each other, none of you saying a thing and you didn’t know what you should do. “Ah, I’m so awkward..” You said as you blushed.

“No, I guess we’re just used to roasting each other all the time. How about we go dance and you can laugh at me?”

“You can’t be worse than me.” You said as you grabbed his hand and lead him through the people. You felt Jisung’s hand let go of yours and you looked back to see a girl pulling him closer to herself.

“Jisung, hey, come dance with me.” She said with a tone that made you roll your eyes, she clearly wanted to amuse the boy. You turned away to get out of the situation,but you felt a hand on your waist spinning you around.

“What about our dance?” Jisung asked looking down at you, and his closeness made your heart beat faster.

“You don’t have to ditch other girls because of me, I’m really truly a bad dancer.” A small smile appeared on his face.

“I would ditch all the girls because of you.” He said and started leading your body to the music.

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softlunars · 6 years ago

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60 things. — rendezvous.

things you didn’t say at all, things you said after you kissed me & things you said but not out loud. - han jisung ; stray kids

requested: [yes!]

free time during the week? almost unheard of! yet here we are!!!

(a/n): i just thought i should clarify — the first person bolded sentences is the “things you didn’t say at all” portion of the request!! i hope u enjoy this uwuwuwu

i’m in love with you.

jisung’s thoughts were running 100 miles an hour as you dragged him around the han river. he couldn’t seem to shake from his mind how stunning you looked today - and every day. how soft your hand felt, wrapped around his wrist. how your smile rivaled the sun’s beams of light. how -

“‘sung! what kinda ice cream do you want?” your voice ripped the boy free of his thoughts, allowing him to register the question you just asked. he internally cursed you, his mind wandering to admiration of you once more.

“cookie dough!” jisung never wanted anything more than to slam his head against the concrete sidewalk. the shakiness of his voice when he responded rang in his ears - how haven’t you noticed how much i love you?

he watched as you nodded enthusiastically before turning back to the vendor, pointing out the flavors that you wanted. you grabbed the two waffle cones, quickly thanking the man behind the cart before making your way to jisung’s side. handing him his ice cream, you flashed another blinding smile at the boy, using your free hand to hold his wrist hostage once more. he whined as he walked behind you; you rolled your eyes as he continued to complain about “losing his right to autonomy” and “being treated like a toy.”

“you should be thankful you even got ice cream, you dick! i could’ve let you starve to death, but did i? nope! ‘cause i’m the best person ever.” your voice rose an octave as the last statement left your lips. a boisterous laugh followed, easily throwing jisung’s heart around in his chest. you are the best person ever. i wouldn’t love you this much if you sucked.

a wooden bench entered your line of sight, making you let out a squeak of excitement. god, your feet felt like falling off - maybe taking jisung on an outing around the han river wasn’t the smartest idea.

you plopped down and fervently patted the vacant spot next to you. you watched as your company sat down, almost instantly becoming one with the bench as he slid down it; you couldn’t help the fit of giggles that overtook you at how weird jisung looked. “you look like a worm.”

“am i an attractive worm?” jisung looked up at you as best he could, letting his “infamous puppy eyes” - words you said to him on multiple occasions - cross his features. your hand left your lap to pat his head. “the most attractive worm i’ve met. so far, at least.” your voice took on a teasing lilt, which turned into a surprised yelp when jisung moved from his spot, reaching over to smush your body against his. “the most attractive worm you’ll ever meet, thank you very much.”

your arms instinctually wrapped around the boy’s waist, something you’ve done almost every time he’s attacked you with a hug. considering this, jisung should be used to it. he shouldn’t have sparks consume his body when you do this. he shouldn’t want to kiss you. and he definitely shouldn’t want you to be his.

but he does.

jisung’s body was frozen underneath your touch; he, honestly, could’ve rivaled the greek statues from pompeii. this alerted you that something was up. something was wrong with jisung. and it was your obligation to find out.

“‘sung, you good? you kinda… froze up on me just now.” an awkward breath of a laugh filled the sudden silence that formed around you and jisung.

no, i’m not good. i keep falling deeper and deeper in love with you, with every damn thing you do, and it’s kinda freaking me out.

you watched as jisung turned to face you; your eyebrows furrowed as you took in the look on his face.

you… couldn’t pinpoint what, exactly, he was feeling. it worried you more than anything. what’s bothering him so much?

fuck it.

“(y/n), you gotta promise me you won’t hate me after this.” the boy in front of you watched as concern continued to paint your expression.

“hate you after what, ‘sung? you’re worrying—“

your eyes widened as you felt pillow-soft lips come to rest against yours. it took you a moment to process what was going on. the weight of his actions slammed against your mind as soon as you realized this was real.

jisung was kissing you. those are his lips on yours.

you felt his lips leave yours the second you closed your eyes. a soft breath fanned across your face, jisung keeping close to you for a second before completely pulling away.

“hate me after that.” you heard him speak, his voice barely coming out. you opened your eyes to meet the gaze of the boy that laid his lips upon yours seconds before.

“i could never hate you after that.”

once you returned home, your body collapsed onto your bed. as you were rolling over to make yourself comfortable, a ding! left your phone’s speakers.

you picked it up, entering your passcode to be greeted with a text from the boy you spent the rest of the day falling harder for.

from: sung <3

i’m glad i spent the day with u. i really enjoyed today.

a blush spread across your face as jisung’s next text illuminated your screen.

from: sung <3

btw, ur lipstick stains a lot. just thought u should know. :^) <3

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bluehhj · 5 years ago

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listen to me — chapter 13

LISTEN TO ME — 0013

listen to me masterlist;

WORDS: 1.8K

The next morning, Jisung was surprised to open his door. Although his two best friends lived on the same street, Han never liked people to wait for him. He preferred to go his own way, for he had no time to leave. There were times when he was too late and missed the first two classes, as well as times when he arrived too early to lose sleep and the patience to wait for the minutes to run on the clock with the speed of a turtle. Not even in the company of Chaerin, when still he shared the same roof with the girl, was acceptable. Jisung liked freedom. However, a small plague wanted to change the routine that day.

"Good morning, oppa!" Yoorim opened her smile. The excitement and excitement she carried could be seen eighty miles away.

"Good morning" on the other hand, Jisung's drowsiness could be seen more than a hundred miles away. His eyes met Hyunjin's 4x4 pickup truck across the street, its black body shining in the sunlight. "What are you doing here at this hour?"

"We're not being good friends lately" Yoorim's positive aura lost intensity as she assumed a sorry expression. "We barely talked last week and just met in college."

"It's okay" Jisung forced a sincere smile. "None of us are unoccupied to the point of being able to spend all day talking."

"I know, but it's different now, you have to feel loved."

"But I already feel loved" such words sounded strange in the boy's mouth, his throat seemed to twist painfully to expel them. "Don't worry about it, Yoorinnie, I'm fine."

Heo kept her little eyes fixed on his friend's face as she absorbed his blatant lie. At last, she sighed and nodded. She was already accustomed to Jisung's genius and knew that he'd rather die than admit that he needed someone.

"Anyway, Hyunjin and I want to do something at home tomorrow. It's a simple thing, just to distract our minds, Are you coming?"

"To be the third wheel?" the boy laughed. "I think not."

"Nah, you don't have to be the third wheel." Hyunjin had gotten out of the pickup truck sometime unnoticed by Han and was now approaching the pair. He was wearing light-blue jeans and a striped button-down shirt of white and dark blue; as always, looked like a model. Meanwhile, Jisung wore his sweats and his dead face. They were real opposites. "Woojin hyung is also coming and you can call your new friend."

"Jinah?" Jisung raised his eyebrows and almost refuted that the girl wasn't his friend, but realized that, since when he felt bad after being rude with her, denying her was no longer so easy. "Would she come?"

"Probably so" Yoorim shrugged. "Not only for you, but for Woojin as well. I bet they're friends or at least they get along, after all, Woojin oppa gets on well with everyone."

Jisung leaned against the doorframe and pondered. The last time he talked about Jinah to the couple was in the University cafeteria, when he said he'd push her away in his own way, that on days when he was still trying to win the clashes with the girl. Hyunjin and Yoorim were supposed to believe nothing of it, and they really didn't, so much so that they were now indirectly insisting on a rapprochement between the two. Jisung followed another line of thought and began to remember his few experiences with Jinah and the reasons that led him to fail to keep his word from sending her away, and he tried in many ways!

Ignoring was no good, being rude wasn't enough, forcing a friendship with the intention of making it bad enough until she gave up, either. What was Jinah's problem? He insisted on questioning himself.

"Aish," Jisung grunted and shook his head to keep the thoughts from stealing with unwanted perseverance. "I'll talk to her."

Hyunjin opened his snowy white smile. He believed in first impressions, and the one he had from Jinah had been great. He wasn't sure of anything, but something in his heart said that the girl would do well for Han's patched heart, so, he would make efforts to help.

♡˖°

Jinah had a hell of a headache.

She really wanted to pay attention to Taeyeon's class — it was the best of them, dammit! — but her throbbing head was stealing all her concentration. She couldn't tell, but she was pretty sure the one responsible for that torment was the lasagna Chan had planned to make for the previous day's dinner. Jinah mentally noted that she should never again be a guinea pig for the culinary experiments of her friend whom wanted to change the eating habits of that apartment, but didn't accept the fact that he was almost graduating for a doctor, not a chef. When the nuisance of not being able to stare at the slides without feeling a twinge behind her eyes, Jinah gave up trying and gathered up her few materials, then quietly exiting the room.

The campus air rushed into her lungs as she pushed her body out of the building. She was torn between going home early — since there weren't many important things on that day — or just getting some rest until the next class. If she chose the first option, she could review the matter for the tests that would be applied at the end of her penultimate period at the institution or simply lie in bed and sleep until go to work. The indecision was dispelled when she felt her phone vibrate inside the pocket of her jeans, and the girl already imagined that the person who was sending the messages was Jade. No mistake, after all. After reassuring the american, saying that she only left the room because the headache was preventing her from understanding the luminous content of the projections, she decided that she'd stay at the University until the end of the five lessons. It was tempting to stay at home doing nothing, but she couldn't do it whenever she wanted and forgot her obligations.

Jinah sat down on one of the little tables on the campus and covered her eyes with her hands. It was about fifteen minutes to the next class, that is, fifteen minutes to try to repair the damage inside her head. Her whole body went into a perfect state of inertia.

On the other side, oblivious to the girl's presence, Jisung held up the face of someone who only wanted to die as he left the library. Han had taken advantage of his free time, since the professor hadn't gone in the day because of family problems, to look for a book that would help him to do a work required by the same teacher, last week, and having exhausted the minimum of encouragement he had to scour the dozens of shelves, completely lost the want to do anything that involved burning the remaining energy molecules in his cells. In short, he just wanted to procrastinate.

Jisung continued on his way to nowhere, but, when a wind hit his face and brought a scent of pear and peach, it was impossible not to look away and recognize the gray sweatshirt that should've been the girl's favorite. The fact that her head was down didn't stop him from recognizing Jinah's dark and silky hair. The doubt soon came.

"Hey" he touched the girl's hair, who jumped in fright and looked up at him. "Are you alright?"

Han Jisung worried?, Jinah thought. Or rather, worried about me?

"I am," she replied casually, hiding the surprise. "It's just a headache."

"Why don't you go home?"

"Just because of a headache?" the girl raised her eyebrows, trying to be indifferent, but this only served to worsen the discomfort and soon turned into a grimace.

Jisung sighed and felt his pockets. Besides being a forewarned person, he always suffered from migraine attacks, so carrying pills was almost as vital as charging his phone.

"Here." he tossed the silver card to the other.

"How will I know it's not poison?" Jinah made a joke.

"You won't know" Jisung sat on one of the empty benches and watched the girl pick out a capsule and swallow it with two sips of water from the half-bottle that was in the pocket of her backpack. "But just for now. Your body will let you know soon enough."

"Fool" Jinah rolled her eyes with a slight smile tracing her lips. "Why aren't you in your class?"

"My professor’s getting a divorce. It seems like he was going to solve something related to that" Jisung shrugged, the other's life really didn't interest him. "Remember my friends, Yoorim and Hyunjin?"

"Yeah, why?"

"They'll do something at their house tomorrow and asked if you want to go."

Jinah thought it odd, "But I only talked to both of them once."

"Yeah, but they think I'm not aware of the attempts to make me socialize with different people," was Jisung who rolled his eyes this time. "Anyway, you can go if you want. Woojin hyung will also be there."

"You don't mind?"

Jisung looked at Jinah's pretty face and for the first time, was sincere in replying: "No."

The girl smiled. She imagined she'd hear a whatever, but, apparently, things were really changing.

"Okay, then. What time will that be?"

"I don't know, I think at eight."

"Woojin knows where it is?" obviously Jinah would have Kim's moral support, for although she had no difficulty keeping in touch with people, getting to the home of two "strangers" alone was a little embarrassing to her.

"Woojin must know even the address of the President of the United States."

Jinah opened her mouth to respond, but stopped when she noticed someone else's presence. It was Lalisa Manoban, who passed by the table looking at them in a weird way, similar to what Yugyeom had looked at Jisung the other day. Jinah quickly despaired. She didn't want others to judge her relationship with Han in the wrong way, because she knew he didn't like it and didn't want to ruin things again. However, when she prepared to question the thai girl, Jisung intervened.

"Nevermind" he checked the notifications on his phone and wanted to die even more when he saw that the minutes had run too fast and that he couldn't be late at all for the next class, since the teacher was annoying. "I have to go." he stood up.

"Thank you for the medicine" Jinah handed the card back. "And the invitation."

"You're welcome. See you tomorrow."

The girl nodded and, as the boy walked away, she opened a satisfied smile. She only hoped that that more receptive phase of Jisung persisted and that he wouldn't be like he was before again. Jinah felt good to see him get good little by little.

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changarroo · 5 years ago

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Incheon University part 2

*note the pictures are not ours, the edit is*

Moving to University is scary, let alone being five hours away from the ones you love. But it was time for venture off into the. real-world and continue your study. But tutoring the Deans playboy son how will that turn out? Is everything going to be all sunshine and rainbows? Or will your world come tumbling down?

Audent Vivere // masterlist

word count: 1.6k

Genre: Fluff, Angst // College AU Series

Pairing: Jisung x Reader

Soon Friday finally came around and you were somewhat excited about the party that Jisung was going to bring you to. You didn’t know what the party was going to be like nor had any idea what to wear. So you just went with your favorite pair of mom jeans and black turtleneck since it was kinda chilly outside. Slipped on your black vans and out the door you.

Making your way down the steps of your dorm you spotted Jisung waiting for you. Looking at him and how he stood, the way his hair was parted, and how he just waited for you as if you were the only person at the university.

“Wow he looks really nice,” you said to yourself nearly tripping down the stairs.

And sadly knowing you, before you reached the down you actually tripped and fall.

“Woah Y/N, I know I’m handsome but you didn’t have to legit fall for me,” Jisung quickly ran up to you to catch you before you fall flat on your butt.

“I,,, I’m fine,” you stuttered looking into his eyes.

“Dang it Han Jisung,” you thought to yourself as you continued to stare at him.

“Come on,” he held his hand in for you to grab it “we are going to be late if we don’t leave right now”.

“Where exactly are we going?” you question the plans for the evening.

“Y/N this party isn’t the normal college party that one knows. This event will introduce you to the secret society of life like the 5% which isn’t for bragging proposes I just feel like I can trust you with this type of stuff”.

“I mean your butler is pretty chill, he the only person in your house who is my best

friend”.

“Hey, I’m actually hurt that you would pick Chester as your best friend over me,” Jisung placed his hand over his heart.

One eye-rolled and head shake later you finally spoke up again “so are we going to this so-called party or no?”.

“Yes, but we are waiting for some people”.

“Some people?’.

“Well they are our ride, and no Y/N it’s not a driver its actual friends of mine. They are pretty chill I think you will like them”.

“They are no as crazy as you? Are they?”.

“I’ll leave that for you to see,” he winked at you.

Gently you pushed him away and smiled. A couple minutes have passed and the two of you found yourself at a poking war. And when one is at war with you on you know it's a war. You were attacking Jisung by poking him on the side that he nearly jumped into a tree.

“HAN JISUNG,” turning around you saw a black jeep driving towards you “AUDENT VIVERE”.

A smile grew on Jisung face as he said it in return, he soon quickly grabbed your hand and brought you closer to the car.

“Wow, Jisung brought a guest to this exclusive event they must be really special,” the boy in the passenger seat said lowering his sunglasses to get a better look at you.

“Y/N these are my crazy friends, the one driving Son Dongju, the one in the passenger seat is Jung Wooyoung”

“And I’m Son Chaeyoung,” she said reaching out for a handshake.

“Nice to meet you,” you said returning the handshake once you were sitting in the Jeep “all of you, do you know what we are doing tonight? I’m still confused”.

“Ha who knows,” Wooyoung said kicking his leg up onto the dashboard.

“Wooyoung feet of the dashboard,” Dongju said as he hit Wooyoung’s legs lightly “and Y/N these events are planned the alumni committee so us current students have no say in the planning,”.

“But every year they try to one-up the last event,” Jisung added looking at you.

“Interesting,” you said.

“But Audent Vivere everyone!” Wooyoung screamed at the top of his lungs and after everyone else in the car repeated it.

Confused at the term you wanted to question it but you figured to just enjoy what the night had to offer.

After an hour and a half ride from the university, you arrived at a nature park.

“We are here,” Dongjo said turning off the car.

“Finally, I don’t think I can handle any more of Wooyoung screaming,” Chaeyoung said getting out of the car.

Soon the three of them got there bags and went deeper into the forest.

“Hey Jisung what is Audent Vivere?”

“Audent Vivere is this club name and our motto. It means daring to live in Latin. Basically, we try to live our lives as much as we can before it is all taken away from us when our parents make us go into high cooperate jobs”.

“So basically it's a status club?” you crossed your hands and leaned onto the jeep.

“Whatever you think Y/N” Jisung set is hand on the jeep and stood in front of you.

Looking into his eye you felt your knees growing weak as being around him is slowly growing on you.

“Come on,” he said taking your bag from your bag “the others are waiting for us”.

With his other hand, he smoothly slides his hand into your and guides you towards the base. Looking at the party it finally clicked that you were surrounded but the elite group of students at your university. Students who were apart of there family dynasty, in training to be the next CEO of a company. Someone who is going to be something in the world.

“Jisung,” you said softly “I don’t belong here”.

Stepping back and slowly losing your grip you felt like an outcast in this environment. You came from a working-class family with your mother providing must to all of the income, you knew that most of these people here were handed what they have today.

“Y/N don’t let status get into your head, here every one is at an equal standstill. We don’t care about our lives outside of this club, all we care about is living life as it provided. Come on Adent Vivere?”.

“Adent Vivere.”

He then proceeded to intertwine his hand with your and guiding you back to the camp.

Looking around it wasn’t a normal camping trip, form the proper cream color tents to everyone walking around in cream dresses and suit shirt you figured that something huge was going to come this weekend.

“Y/N, so we are staying the night here and before you say anything, yes I was aware and yes you have clothes for tonight and tomorrow located in your tent. Which is right here,” Jisung said opening the tent to your own personal hut for the night.

“Jisung I-”

“Don’t worry about it, I’ll be in the tent next door, you have about thirty minutes to just settled down and then the night will begin,” Jisung said before exiting your tent.

Looking around you saw things that weren’t normal for camping. Dressers, an actual bed, a sort of pop-up closet.

Quickly you set down your bag and begin to get ready for the festivities, you got into the cream-colored outfit that was waiting for you.

Looking at yourself in the mirror you didn’t even recognize yourself.

“Ahh, I see that you are ready for some fun,” Chaeyoung said hooking your hands together.

“Let’s do this,” looking at her and laughing as you had no idea what the night had in store.

“Greeting and salutations everyone and welcomes to the annual event of Audent Vivere,” one of the seniors as into the microphone. “As you know this our last hoorah before entering the workforce and turning into our parents but we are committed to enjoying every moment of it. So everyone raises and glass and Audent Vivere”.

Around you, everyone cheers and were quite thrilled for the celebration to begin.

“Why Y/N you look stunning in that outfit of your but not as great as me” Jisung sat down beside you and played with his tie showing the proper manner that he has.

“Wow a complement to be followed by a compliment to yourself. Why am I not surprised Jisung?”.

“Are you saying that I’m predictable,” he sat his hand over his heart in shock of your comment.

Placing your hand on his shoulder you leaned in closer and whispered “very predictable”.

Walking away you went to go find Chaeyoung to hang out with her. You had to admit it was nice to have a girlfriend to talk to again.

“Y/n, come on I want you to meet some people,” Chaeyoung grab your hand and guide you into a crowd of people.

You have to admit this was very different than how you were in high school but hey you're growing up and they say that the people that you meet in college will be your friends for life.

“Good evening everyone we are so glad that you could join us on this lovely night,” one of the upperclassmen said into a microphone.

“Tonight we celebrate not only living but also the idea of color, now you see that everyone is wearing cream. The world is like the cream color that we need to fill. So this year's theme is Painting Society,”.

With claps coming from all directions you could tell that you were in for a real treat.

“And fire!” the upperclassman said signaling the other to start.

Soon little water balloons of paint began to fall from the trees and hit everything that was shocked.

Jisung quickly run towards you and hugged you from behind as if he knew and wanted to cherish this moment with you.

“See I told you that this was going to be fun,” you heard him say from behind you.

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alpxcamin · 6 years ago

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Peter Han, Not Peter Pan

Requested?: Nope ^^

Words: 2.4k

Group: Stray Kids

Member(s): Jisung (feat. 3racha)

A/n: Eyyy finally posted something! Thank you guys for waiting, but posts will probably still be slow...school is so busy ;-; apologies from both admins!!

Sitting on the couch, you mindlessly scroll through your photos on your laptop. You’re a photography major and you decided to get a head start on your senior project. Without paying much attention, you ended up scrolling back until your high school days. A particular picture of a polaroid camera you took catches your eye. Clicking to enlarge the image, a small smile comes onto your face. Ah, it was the very first camera you have received. Jisung had gotten it for your 12th birthday. When you had gotten your very first professional camera in your sophomore year of high school, the first thing you took a picture of was the polaroid camera Jisung gifted you.

Looking at that first picture you took, you suddenly remember all the polaroids you took. A stream of memories fill your mind and your smile widens as you get off the couch and search your room for the little box where you stored all the polaroids in. Finally finding it, you head back out and plopped back onto the couch, opening the box.

You quickly shuffle through a few of them before flipping to the polaroid on the very bottom; the first polaroid you ever took. It was an adorable selfie of you and Jisung right after he gifted you your first real camera. The picture was a little blurry since you had been too excited and your hands were shaking. You close your eyes, the smile never fading, as you remember the exact moment this picture was taken.

Flashback

“Y/n, come here! I have a gift for you,” Jisung nervously smiles from the corner, his hands behind his back.

“Oh, what is it? Why didn’t you just put it with the other gifts?” little you curiously skipped over to your best friend.

“Well, I wanted it to be special and I wanted to give it to you in person,” Jisung looks down, shyly wiggling around, “I bought this with my own money.”

“Jisung, you didn’t have to spend anything! I know how much you wanted to save up and buy your own laptop,” you give Jisung a bear hug.

“It’s okay, you’re my best friend so I can spend money on you if I want,” Jisung proudly sticks his small hands out, a medium sized box, messily wrapped, resting on his palms.

You take the box out of his hands and examined it before tearing the crinkled up wrapping paper off and unboxing the box. You gasp and set the box down before practically leaping on Jisung, almost knocking the two of you down.

“It’s the polaroid I wanted! Jisung you’re the best, I love you!” you squeal, nearly choking the poor boy.

“I know, I know. You were eyeing that when we went shopping with our moms last time so I did a bunch of extra chores to get more money for it,” Jisung giggles, balancing himself out before wrapping his arms around you.

“Ugh thank you so much,” you wipe your teary eyes with your small hands.

“Why don’t you try it out?” Jisung urges, taking the polaroid out of the box, handing it to you.

“Of course! Let’s take a selfie then,” you grin, throwing an arm around Jisung.

Jisung wraps his arm around you and holds up the peace sign with the other. Both you and Jisung had the brightest smiles and you snapped the picture. You and Jisung waited in the warm evening sun for the polaroid to fully develop.

Seeing that the picture had finally shown up, you picked it up from the floor and waved it around a bit. As soon as you saw the picture, you and Jisung burst out in laughter. Jisung’s face was oddly stretched, due to the slight movement of your hand, and you were in the midst of blinking. Neither of you really looked the best, but neither of you cared.

End

Chuckling, you slid the polaroid back into the box. Flipping through more polaroids, you come across one that was just absolutely ridiculous. Setting down the rest of the stack, you snort when you see the whole picture. You, Jisung, Changbin, and Chan were all dressed up for Halloween. You looked at the date written on the back and your eyebrows flew off your forehead. It was all the way back from when you were a freshman. Your high school was hosting their yearly Halloween party and you and your three best buds decided to join.

You shake your head slightly, remembering how all of you were high off sugar and drunk on punch. You and Jisung were dressed as a pair, him a tree and you a sloth. You clung onto him, throwing up a peace sign to cover your sweaty face. Jisung, who nearly toppled over, was clinging back at you in order to stop himself from falling over. Next to the two of you was Changbin, clad in all black paired with a bat wing headband, posing sassily with a hip stuck out and an ugly pout. No one really knew he was a bat and he admitted that he was just there for the free donuts. As for Chan, he was dressed as a cheap vampire knock-off. Although his costume was all over the place, it was the most serious and somewhat put-together costume out of the four of you. He had a flowy cape, fancy dress shirt, and even a pair of fangs.

Flashback

“Jisunggg~” you squint your eyes, looking for your best friend.

“Look next to you, dumbass,” Changbin groans, shoving your head the other way.

“Oh, there you are,” you giggle, poking Jisung’s cheek.

“Ah, stop~” Jisung whines, defending himself from your prodding fingers.

“Shut up you guys, let’s get our picture taken,” Chan rolls his eyes, reaching into your backpack for your polaroid.

“Ask Bambam! He’s right there,” you suggest, pointing to the right of Chan.

“Yo Bam, take a picture for us?” Chan hands the polaroid over to Bambam.

“Alright, pose and say cheese!” Bambam carefully aims the camera at the four of you, squinting into the viewfinder.

You jump onto Jisung, legs and arms wrapped around him. You feel him wobble, but simply throw your hands up into a peace sign and smile as wide as you can. Hearing the click, you finally jump off of Jisung, apologizing briefly and running up to Bambam. He hands you back your polaroid and you thank him. He pats your head and leaves.

The four of you wobble over to a brighter spot in the room. Waving around the film a bit, you see the picture begin to develop. Before you could squint at the polaroid, Chan snatches it out of your hand and cracks up.

“Haha! Omg, this is the ugliest we’ve ever looked,” Chan doubles over, slapping his knees.

“You’ve always looked ugly, hyung, shut up,” Changbin broods, snatching the picture from Chan, snickering a little.

“Aish, just give me the polaroid,” you whine, snatching it from Changbin and showing it to Jisung.

“Ew, why do we look so gross,” Jisung sighs, resting his head on your shoulders.

You simply let out a chuckle. It was certainly a night to remember.

End

Giggling, you excitedly flipped through more polaroids before turning back to your laptop. Scrolling through more photos, you spot another one that brought tears to your eyes. It was yours and Jisung’s graduation photo. The two of you were beaming in your graduation gowns, skin glowing brightly under the sun. You remembered how just the year before, in your junior year, the both of you went through some really difficult times, but you guys managed to lift each other up and graduate together.

Flashback

“Y/n, we finally made it!” Jisung squeals, squeezing the life out of you.

“Ugh, finally! I’m so glad we can get out of this hell hole now,” you giggle, squeezing him back just as hard.

“Hey, congrats you two!” Chan chuckles, giving both of you a hug, “Now you can join me and Changbin in the adult world.”

“It doesn’t really get any better,” Changbin sighs, but a small smile peeks through and he attacks you and Jisung with a massive hug.

“Oh, why don’t we take a picture? For memories,” Chan smiles, holding up your camera that you had asked him to hold for you.

“Yes, yes, of course!” you smile, cuddling up to Jisung.

“Smile~” Chan takes a few pictures.

Both you and Jisung burst out in laughter as Chan clicks away with Changbin making faces behind him. When Chan finishes, he reviews some of the photos and you turn to Jisung, staring up at him. He notices you staring and turns to you, smiling.

“I love you, Jisung,” you whisper shyly.

“I love you too, y/n,” Jisung giggles, brushing a piece of your hair behind your ear, his soft hands brushing against your skin.

The two of you slowly lean in and you close your eyes. Lips finally touching, both of you smile into the kiss. You rest both your arms on Jisung’s shoulders, standing on your tip toes and Jisung snakes both his arms around your waist, pulling you closer.

It seemed as if the world had melted away and it was only you and Jisung left. However, the moment was broken when you heard a click and broke away from the kiss. You blushed when you saw that Chan had just taken a picture of the two of you kissing.

“Don’t get too carried away, we’re still here,” Chan teases, showing you the picture.

“Yah, you guys don’t have to rub it in our faces,” Changbin laughs.

You blush, hiding your face in Jisung’s chest. You listen to him laugh, his chest vibrating; it was comforting. You shyly peek up at Jisung and notice that his cheeks were glowing and your chest warms up knowing that you had the same effect on him as he does on you.

End

Smiling softly, you scroll through a couple more photos before landing on one that made you chuckle. You still remember the day clearly. Finally in college, you and Jisung decided to have a “study” date at a nearby cafe that Changbin had recommended. In the photo, Jisung was sleeping on a stack of his notes and textbooks, a little drool dribbling down his mouth. His cheeks were squished against his arm, looking extremely squishy. His hair was a mess and there were crumbs all over his cheeks from the cookies and cakes the two of you ordered.

Flashback

Looking around, you wanted to practice your photography skills before you started on your project. You took a few pictures and felt satisfied with yourself. Turning back to Jisung to tell him that you could help him on calculus, you giggled, not very surprised, that you had turned to see a napping Jisung. He had stayed up late last night to work on his music after all. The plate next to him was empty with only a few crumbs on it.

“Aww, Jisung is tired,” you whispered to yourself, holding up your camera, focusing the view on your sleeping boyfriend.

click

“Hehe~” you giggle, looking at the picture.

Putting your camera away, you reach over and ruffle Jisung’s hair a little and wiping the crumbs off his chubby cheeks. Sighing happily, you brushed Jisung’s bangs out of his face and continue to pet his hair. You notice him smiling a little in his sleep and you blush. Only if this moment could last forever…

End

You feel yourself warming up on the inside and you cuddle into yourself. You continue scrolling through pictures, becoming so invested that hours felt like minutes. Only if Jisung could be with you at this exact moment, you would be the happiest in the entire universe. You were so immersed in looking through photos that you hadn’t realized that the front door had been opened.

Hearing the door shut, you jump a little, startled. You look over at the door. Standing by the door was Chan, dressed in all black, smiling softly at you. Smiling back, you shut your laptop and get up. You feel tears prickling your eyes and your smile fades. You run to Chan, clinging on to him, crying into his shirt. Chan pats your head comfortingly...but it only reminds you of how Jisung used to play with your hair when you were feeling down.

Finally, you managed to calm yourself down and you wipe away your tears, looking up at Chan with a small smile.

“Ready to go?” Chan gives your hands a squeeze.

“Yeah, let’s go,” you sigh.

Jisung was truly like your own Peter Pan, bringing you back to the past when you never worried about a thing, never growing old, and keeping memories alive.

Locking the door behind, you and Chan make your way over to Jisung’s funeral.

~Admin Liz ♡

Peep “keep reading” for fluff ending 😭😭

Haha syke, y’all thought :’))) This was supposed to be a fluff fic and idk how it turned into angst...BUT HERE’S THE HAPPY ENDING CUZ I JUST HURT MY OWN FEELINGS wow way to go me...anyway here’s the fluff end!

You are awakened by the sound of the door slamming closed. Snapping your eyes open, you realized that you had fallen asleep looking through all the pictures. You look over at the door and Jisung was standing there in all his glory. Sure he looks tired and a little tousled, but he was still the most beautiful thing you have ever set your eyes on.

Jisung notices you staring and freezes, blinking rapidly. Jisung let out a little squeak when you bounce off the couch, flying towards him. You attack your boyfriend with a hug, a few tears wetting his shirt.

Wordlessly, you cry into his shirt and hold him as tight as you can, thankful that it was all just a nightmare. He wasn’t dead, he’s still alive and well.

Jisung, confused, pats your head, chuckling a little nervously. However, as soon as he sees your laptop and polaroids scattered all over the coffee table, Jisung’s nervous chuckling turns into a genuine smile.

“Babe, what’s wrong?” Jisung laughs, peeling you off him and brushing your hair away from your face.

“I just really love you…like...a lot,” you sob, smashing your face back into his chest.

“Well lucky for you, I feel the same,” Jisung giggles.

You cling onto Jisung until you finally calm down and the two of you spent the rest of the evening going back in time, forgetting about all the stress and work of the present day. Welcome to Neverland.

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bus-stop-to-kpop · 6 years ago

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Laser tag (Han Jisung x Reader)

Pairing: Han Jisung x Reader

Genre: fluff (I guess)

Summary: As I said in my last post, this is a laser tag fanfiction based on a headcanon I couldn’t find again because I broke my phone.

You and your boyfriend Jisung are invited to your best friend’s birthday and she takes you and some other people to a laser tag arena.

Word Count: 1,739 (I was lazy and I’m sorry)

A/N: I have three exams next week and instead of studying I procrastinated and wrote this fanfiction. I couldn’t wait to write my part of the laser tag fanfiction challenge I have with Admin J. Enjoy it. And I’m still not a native English speaker so feel free to correct my mistakes.

~Admin A

Your best friend loved laser tag. And it was her plan to play laser tag on her birthday with her friends. Of course, being her best friend, you and your boyfriend Han Jisung were invited.

“Happy Birthday! Have a wonderful birthday today! I love you so much and I hope we can make you happy today. I’m so grateful to be your best friend since childhood days.” You give your best friend a bone-crushing hug as you meet up at the laser tag place. The other ones were already waiting for you and Jisung to arrive. Being on time wasn’t your strength. But this time you were only late for 7 minutes, which was an improvement to last time.

Last time you were late by 20 minutes. It’s not that you want to keep your best friend waiting. It’s just so hard to get out of your warm and comfortable bed and stop cuddling your cute boyfriend… But of course your best friend totally understood your situation. She wasn’t better either, it was a miracle that she was in time today. Having a boyfriend always meant to be a little later than usual for both of you.

“Thank you so much! I love you too, but now we have to hurry! Our game starts in 10 minutes and we aren’t even wearing the vests…” your best friend answers, returning the hug.

“Oh shit, you’re right. Let’s go!”

“Are we playing in teams?” you ask.

“Yes, we are. What about boys vs girls?” your best friend suggests, an evil smirk forming in her face.

“We will kick your butts,” one of the other invited girls says to the invited boys.

“Stop daydreaming, you don’t have a chance against us,” Jisung replies, giving his friends Minho, Chan and Changbin high fives.

“We will see…”

“It is four against four now. Everyone has three lives, so after three shots you are dead. There are two recharging points in the arena where you can regain one life. When you shoot someone you have a 30 percent chance to regain one more life, too. The shoots are counted by your vest, you can only be hit on your vest or on your weapon. It’s dark inside the arena, so watch out. Now have fun!” a staff member tells your group and sends you into the arena.

“Come on girls, we can make this! Momo and Tzuyu, you stay here in our base, we have one recharging point in here, defend it well. And you, bestie, we are going on a hunt…” your best friend instructs. She always had the habit to see herself as the leader of the group, but you didn’t mind. It was her birthday and she was really good in playing this game. So you start following her into the labyrinth inside the arena, looking for your victims.

“Be quiet, don’t move. I can see Chan from here,” your bestie whispers. You immediately squat down and hide behind a small wall and wait for more commands from her. She shows you to wait in your hiding place and starts approaching Chan from behind. When she is close enough to have a clear shot field, she also squats down and starts to aim her target. Your adrenaline is going to kill you, you think, and you haven’t even done anything but hiding yet. Still, your heartbeat is racing and your muscles are tense.

A shot is fired. It sounds quite like a gun from Star Wars or something like this, not like a bullet being fired. It’s still laser tag, so no real weapons here. “Hey! That’s not fair babe!” you can hear Chan pouting because of being shot by his girlfriend.

Another one. And a last one. “Bang Chan eliminated” a computer voice from the speakers in your vest says. You look up from your hideout and see your best friend holding her thumbs up, Chan’s face is somewhere between shocked, angry and embarrassed because of being the first one to be eliminated.

He sighs, “Why does the one taking me out have to be my girlfriend?” “Well, now I’m not only taking you out on dates.” You best friend chuckles, sending an air kiss to her boyfriend and starts to walk towards you again.

After Chan left the arena, the both of you decide to keep on looking for more victims.

“Isn’t it bothering you that you just pissed off your boyfriend by shooting him?” you ask your best friend curiously.

“Not really, it’s a game. And it’s my birthday, he will forgive me in a few minutes. It’s not like he can be angry with me for a long time.”

You think back to the last time you have beaten Jisung in a game. He refused to talk to you for two hours. Even though you know how dramatic he can be sometimes, you were almost shocked how long he could ignore you when his pride was hurt. He only started speaking to you again because you lied, saying you cheated and he was the real winner. Thinking back to this makes you roll your eyes. But still, you love this annoying little bean.

“My boyfriend isn’t as forgiving as yours, I think.”

This time it’s you who finds your next victim. But unfortunately he sees you first. You can hear shots being fired, your best friend gets hit on the vest one time, but you only have one life left after his attack. “This is for killing Chan!” Changbin screams after the two of you. Your best friend manages to shoot Changbin twice, but hides with you in a corner now.

“We have to split up, I will look for a recharging point and gain one life back.” You whisper to her.

She nods, “okay, I will keep on hunting Changbin then. Come back when you’re finished.”

“Yes. Kick his ass, bestie!”

This leaves both of you chuckling as you leave, looking for your base again.

Now, without your best friend on your side your heart is racing again. Half from being afraid of getting shot, half from the adrenaline pumping through your body. You can feel your shirt gluing against your body from the sweat, but you don’t care. Everyone is sweating in here, you will not be the only one smelling after the game is finished.

You can already see your base and the two girls guarding. But you also see Minho targeting them.

Shit.

You have to stop him, they can’t see him from their position and will be out within seconds if you don’t do anything against it!

Slowly you start to get closer to Minho’s position. He doesn’t see you coming. This is your chance. Your heart is beating even faster than before.

Trembling from the adrenaline, you start to aim when suddenly a strong arm pushes you into a corner.

You want to scream, but Jisung already covered your mouth with his. Kissing Jisung is one of your favourite things in the world. It always makes you forget everything around you. You sigh softly, when suddenly your vest announces “Changbin eliminated” Seems like your best friend found her target.

Jisung breaks the kiss, now looking a little pissed. “Could you please stop trying to kill my best friend?”

You don’t even have the time to answer when Jisung aims at you and pulls the trigger.

“Y/N eliminated”

“Are you serious, Jisung?” you hiss.

“Sorry baby, it’s a game. Don’t take it personal. And you were trying to shoot my best friend.” Jisung replies, grinning. He waves you as he helps Minho to take out Tzuyu and Momo.

“Tzuyu eliminated”

“Momo eliminated”

That’s it. Now only your best friend was left to defend the girls’ reputation.

But as Minho and Jisung are celebrating their success, a few more shots are fired. Your best friend just arrived.

“Jisung eliminated”

“Minho eliminated” “Y/BF/N won”

“Well of course we did let you win, it is your birthday. We couldn’t let you lose!”

“Oh shut up Jisung, you lost because you were busy flirting with Minho,” your best friend laughs. Jisung isn’t taking the defeat well. As always.

“I wasn’t flirting!” “It’s okay, I know that you love him more than you love me,” you tease him.

“You are mean, honey”

“I know. You shot me to safe him. That’s what I would call ‘choosing priorities’.”

“You know that I love you!” Jisung tries to hug you.

“Ewww, sorry but you’re sweating. Don’t touch me until you showered.”

“We are all sweating, it doesn’t matter.” He tries again, receiving a sigh from you as you let him lay an arm around your shoulder. A smile is now showing on his face as he draws you closer, kissing your forehead.

You try to look disgusted, but soon you start to smile too. Jisung can be the cutest boyfriend on earth if he wants to. But only if he wants to.

“Remember to take a shower at home, Jisung.” You try to get back to your conversation.

“Will you cuddle me afterwards?”

“After you eliminated me without the slightest hint of regret in your eyes?!”

“…… Please?” Jisung is so cute when we pouts, you really can’t resist even if you wanted to.

“Okay, okay, I might cuddle you after you showered.”

The pout is growing.

“Fine, I will cuddle you.”

Now the pout isn’t a pout anymore, it’s a smirk.

“You two are even cute than Chan and me” your best friend remarks, reminding you that you are still walking home with the group.

“Why am I still dating you?” Chan jokes, holding hands with your best friend. “All you do is eliminating me in laser tag and making fun of me!”

“You know that I’m only teasing you, Chan,” she replies, kissing Chan’s cheek. You and Jisung should be cuter than this couple? No way!

When the group reaches your home, Jisung and you quickly say goodbye and enter your shared apartment. As the door locks, you can feel Jisung’s lips pressing against yours again. A smile forms on your lips as you kiss him back, throwing your arms around his neck.

“You are right. This is gross, we are both sweating. But you still promised to cuddle after shower.” Jisung breaks the kiss, waving you goodbye as he enters the bathroom. Hopefully he won’t need too long, you also need to take a shower...

A/N: So that’s it, I guess? I hope that it wasn’t that confusing. I have like zero vocabs in this field and I played laser tag two times in my whole life. Admin J’s fanfiction is the next one, look forward to it (it will be like three times better than mine, so really look forward to it).

~ Admin A

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