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caicali · 8 days ago

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thank you, sir.

PART 1. PART 2.

pairing: han jisung x f!reader

word count: 1.5k

warnings: a lot of teasing and nsfw (18+)

(a/n. will be posting the part 2 maybe tomorrow or later, the smut parts will be there)

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The lecture hall is empty now, save for you and Professor Han Jisung. You stand hesitantly by his desk, gripping the strap of your bag as he finishes scribbling something into his planner. The soft scratch of his pen fills the silence before he finally looks up.

“Ah, Ms. Y/N,” he says, adjusting his sleeves. “I trust you've been keeping up with the coursework?”

You shift your weight from one foot to the other, hesitating. The exhaustion in your eyes must be obvious because his expression softens.

“Hm? Is everything alright?” His voice loses its usual authoritative edge, replaced by something gentler. When you don't answer right away, he leans forward slightly, resting his elbows on the desk. “Something troubles you?” he presses, his tone inviting but not intrusive. “Remember, my office door is always open—not just for academic, but personal ones as well, okay? As long as you are comfortable.”

You hesitate for a moment, your fingers tightening around the strap of your bag. “It's just... everything feels overwhelming lately,” you finally admit, your voice quieter than you would like. “Assignments, exams, and just... life.”

He nods, as if he expected this answer. He leans back in his chair, tapping his fingers against the desk thoughtfully. “It’s understandable,” he says. “The weight of expectations can be a lot to carry alone.”

Jisung exhales softly, then reaches for a small notepad on his desk. He scribbles something down, tears the page, and slides it toward you.

“Here,” he says. “A reminder.”

You glance down. In neat, precise handwriting.

Progress, not perfection. Breathe. You’re doing better than you think.

Your throat tightens.

“You're not alone in this, Y/N,” he continues, his voice low, reassuring. “And you don’t have to shoulder everything by yourself. If you need help—academically or otherwise—ask for it. There’s no shame in that.”

You nod slowly, folding the note carefully before tucking it into your pocket. “Thank you, Sir.”

He smiles, a rare but genuine expression. “Anytime.”

And for the first time in a while, you feel just a little lighter.

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As you step out of the lecture hall, the crisp evening air greets you, carrying a slight chill that cools your warm cheeks. You clutch the note in your pocket, fingers brushing over the smooth paper as you replay the conversation in your head.

You don't know why, but something about the way he spoke—the way his gaze softened just for you—lingers longer than it should. Shaking your head, you make your way to the café, where you know your friends are waiting. As expected, Seungmin and Jeongin are huddled in the corner booth, coffee half-finished, deep in a conversation that immediately halts when you approach.

“There she is,” Seungmin drawls, pushing out the chair beside him with his foot. “Took you long enough. What? Got caught up in another existential crisis?”

I.N grins, nudging Seungmin. “Or maybe she was too busy staring at a certain professor?”

You froze on your spot “Excuse me?”

“Oh, come on,” I.N continues, wiggling his eyebrows. “You just had lecture hours with him, didn’t you?”

Seungmin smirks, resting his chin on his palm. “Han Jisung, right? The whole mysterious but kind mentor aesthetic? The one you definitely talk about way too much?”

Your face burns. “I do not talk about him that much.”

Seungmin and I.N exchange a look before bursting into laughter.

“Right, and I’m the top student in class,” Seungmin deadpans.

You groan, dropping your head onto the table. “It wasn’t special! He was just being nice! Professors are supposed to care about their students, duh.”

“But do they, though?” Seungmin hums, stirring his drink lazily. “Not all of them leave cute little motivational notes, Y/N.”

You huff, slouching in your chair. “It’s not like that.”

“Yet,” I.N sing-songs.

“You guys are impossible.”

They both burst into laughter again, and despite your protests, you can’t help but smile too. Because for all their teasing, you know they’ve got your back—whether it’s about struggling with classes, dealing with stress, or even, apparently, developing a totally nonexistent crush on your professor.

But still…

Your hand drifts to your pocket again, fingertips brushing over the note.

…Maybe just a little.

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The next day, you decide to wear something a little different. A tiny skirt, just short enough to make you feel bold but not inappropriate. It’s not like you planned anything, of course. Just… testing something.

When you step into the lecture hall, you feel the weight of Professor Han’s gaze almost instantly. He’s in the middle of setting up his notes, but for a split second, his eyes flicker down. Barely a glance, so quick you almost think you imagined it.

Almost.

Class goes on as usual—his voice smooth and commanding, the rhythmic scratch of chalk on the board—but there’s a tension in the air, subtle but undeniable. Every time he looks your way, his jaw tightens just a fraction, his fingers curling slightly against the desk.

And when you cross your legs, shifting in your seat? You do not miss the way he pauses mid-sentence before quickly composing himself.

Interesting.

When class ends, the students left one by one, laughter and chatter filling the hall as they pack up. You, however, stay behind, watching as Professor Han gathers his materials with careful precision.

You approach his desk, clearing your throat slightly. “Sir?”

He glances up, expression immediately softening. “Ms. Y/N. Something on your mind?”

You hesitate, then offer him a small smile. “I just… wanted to thank you. For yesterday.” You tap your pocket lightly, where his note still rests. “It really helped.”

“I’m glad,” he says, voice quieter than before. “You seemed like you needed to hear it.”

You tilt your head slightly. “And today?”

His brows lift. “Today?”

“You seemed… distracted.” You keep your tone light, playful, watching him carefully.

A slow, measured breath escapes him, barely audible, but you catch it. His fingers still against the desk, tightening slightly before he relaxes them.

“I wouldn’t say distracted,” he muses, “Just… observant.”

You hum, stepping just a little closer. “Observant?”

He leans back in his chair, his gaze steady—carefully unreadable. “It’s my job to notice things.”

“Things like?” You arch a brow, challenging.

He doesn’t answer immediately. Instead, his eyes flicker downward—so quick, so subtle, but enough to send a knowing shiver down your spine. He shifts in his seat, as if willing himself to remain composed.

“Things like a student who suddenly feels bold enough to test boundaries,” he finally says, voice smooth, controlled. “Is there something you’re trying to prove, Ms. Y/N?”

Your lips curl slightly. “I don’t know, sir. Is there something you think I should prove?”

His jaw clenches for a split second before he exhales, shaking his head with a low chuckle. “Careful.”

You bite your lip, tilting your head. “Careful of what?”

His gaze flickers to the door behind you, ensuring the last of the students are gone before meeting your eyes again. There’s a quiet tension between you, humming like an unspoken dare.

“You’re playing a dangerous game,” he murmurs.

You smile, shifting your weight slightly, just enough to make the hem of your skirt rise an inch higher. His fingers twitch.

“And what if I like playing, Professor?”

Something dark flickers in his eyes before he looks away, exhaling sharply. Then, in that same measured voice, he says, “Go home, Ms. Y/N.”

You take a slow step forward, letting your fingers trail lightly along the smooth wood of his desk, your nails barely making a sound. His eyes follow the movement, dark and calculating, though his face remains unreadable.

“I’m not sure I want to go home just yet,” you muse, voice soft but laced with something heavier.

His gaze flickers to yours, sharp. “Ms. Y/N.” His voice is low, a warning.

You feign innocence, tilting your head. “Yes, sir?”

Something about the way you say it—just a little too sweet, a little too deliberate—makes his jaw tighten.

You step closer, resting your hand on the edge of the desk, fingertips just inches from his. You don’t touch him—not quite—but the heat between your hands is undeniable.

“I just wanted to make sure you were okay,” you continue, letting your fingers skim the edge of his notes, the ghost of a touch against his knuckles. “You seemed tense today, sir.”

He inhales sharply. “Y/N.”

Not Ms. Y/N this time. Just your name.

You swallow, heat curling in your stomach at the sound of it.

“You should go,” he says again, but there’s something different in his voice now. Less firm. Less certain.

You smile. “Are you asking, or telling?”

“You really don’t know what you’re playing with, do you?”

Your pulse quickens. “Maybe I do.”

His eyes flicker to your lips—brief, fleeting, but enough for you to notice. Enough for your breath to hitch.

“Go home, Y/N.” His voice is smoother now, controlled. But you don’t miss the way his fingers twitch at his sides. Like he’s still fighting the urge to reach for you.

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18wqs · 11 days ago

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ᯓᡣ𐭩 조용한 ๋࣭⭑ᝰ.ᐟ not how friends act (jisung version)

synopsis: han jisung and reader are best friends for ages now, except jisung has a massive crush on reader...

cw: brain rot language

genre: best friends to lovers, fluff

pairing: idol!han jisung x gn!reader

bangchan version, lee know version

a/n: the long awaited han jisung version! thank you for being patient since i was sick (i had covid lol wth) but im completely healed now (i think...) thank you so much for the likes, reblogs and new followerssss!! xoxo

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azxulskz · 13 days ago

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- fragile,

not strong or sturdy; delicate and vulnerable.

Pairing: han jisung x m!reader

Genre: fluff, non-idol au!, and romance.

Warning: kissing (?) that's about it!

A/n: sooooo, my first fic!!! I feel like I did a lot of grammar mistakes... Especially using semicolons, so please don't forget to comment so I can make sure to be better for the next fic!! Reblogs, likes, and commenting will be really appreciated. Thank you, and enjoy reading!!

Please don't repost, steal, copy, translate, and any kind of plagiarism. This is my work, so please don't steal it.

Love me, like a fragile object.

The people around me see me as fragile, like something that could shatter under pressure. They think I'll break if not handled carefully, that I might crumble without my comfort person by my side. And I can't blame them for seeing me this way, because I've become what they believe I am.

Han jisung..

He's the reason they see me as fragile, delicate, soft, vulnerable, and frail. He's the one who's shown me the most kindness, the one who's always there to pick me up when I fall. He's the one who's made me feel safe and loved, the one who's helped me to believe in myself. He's the one who's made me realize that I'm not as strong as I thought I was, that I need someone to lean on, someone to be there for me. He's the one who's made me realize that I'm not as independent as I thought I was, that I need someone to love and to be loved by.

Han Jisung...

He treats me like no one else, makes me smile like no one else, transforms my life, changes my perspective, and helps me love myself in a way no one else can. He's the one who's shown me what it means to be truly loved, the one who's made me feel like I'm worth something. He's the one who's made me realize that I'm not alone, that there's someone out there who cares about me. He's the one who's made me realize that I'm not just a fragile shell, that I'm a strong and capable woman.

Han Jisung...

He makes me feel safe, allows me to be whoever I want to be, inspires me to dream big, fuels my hopes, and makes me believe anything is possible. He's the one who's shown me that I can be anything I want to be, that I can achieve anything I set my mind to. He's the one who's made me realize that I'm not just a boy with a broken heart, that I'm a man with a bright future ahead of me.

Han Jisung...

He's the best friend anyone could ask for, but is being a best friend all he can ever be? I've been trying to convince myself that he's just a friend, that I'm just overthinking things. But the truth is, I'm falling for him. I'm falling for him hard. And I'm terrified. I'm terrified of what will happen if I tell him how I feel. I'm terrified of losing him. But I'm also terrified of living with this secret, of never knowing what could have been.

You groaned in annoyance, staring at your phone once again. When did you, THE Y/n L/n, start feeling this way? In love with Han, your BEST FRIEND! You decided to turn off your phone to clear your head. Knocks on the door outside your apartment echoed through the room. Recognizing the pattern, you sighed and dragged yourself to open it. "What are you doing here so late?" you asked, your eyes scanning the younger guy standing before you. There stood Han—the person you like, the person who makes you feel so important, the guy who makes your stomach do flips—in his usual comfy clothes: an oversized shirt, jogging pants, his everyday shoes, and the tote bag you gave him for Valentine's Day.

"What are you doing here????? It's very late already, Han," you asked, eyeing him up and down. You desperately wanted to ask, "Can we give this a try?" You knew that it was a risk, but you were willing to take it. You were willing to risk everything for a chance to be with him. You were willing to risk losing him as a friend, just to have a chance to be with him as something more. You were willing to risk everything for a chance at love.

“Was about to go to the 7/11 store we always go to, but got lazy, sooooo, crashing in your place it is,” Han said enthusiastically, looking at you with that annoyingly-cute gummy smile. “Can’t shoo you away now, can I?” you asked Han, playfully annoyed, as you let him into your apartment. Han nodded, stifling a laugh, and walked inside, taking off his shoes and placing them neatly by the door. He set his tote bag on the kitchen counter and then headed towards the fridge to grab a soda.

You watched Han move around your apartment as if it were his own, a grin playing on your lips as you grabbed yourself a drink. “Are you gonna stay for tonight?” you asked, hoping he would say yes. Even a maybe would make you happier than you should be. “I will, it’s boring in our dorm, and I miss you,” Han said so casually that it felt like a punch to the gut.

“Just say you’re so in love with me at this point,” you said, not thinking much of it. He always flirted playfully with you. What harm could a little flirtation back do?

But a lot was about to happen.

"I am,” Han responded quietly, his head lowered, hands fidgeting, legs bouncing nervously. The tension in the air thickened, pressing down on you like a physical weight, making it hard to breathe.

“W-what?” was all you could manage. You were nervous, while he seemed even more tense. He didn’t speak for a moment, still fidgeting as if searching for the right words, the right moment. Then, he stood up, grabbing the tote bag from the counter. You watched as he pulled out a small bouquet of flowers, seemingly made of ribbons. Confusion, fear, and nervousness washed over you. “Han…?” you called out, waiting for an answer.

The room was silent, the tension growing thicker with each passing second. And then, finally, “I like you, Y/N.” The words tumbled out of his mouth, breaking the silence that had stretched for what felt like an eternity. He walked towards you and handed you the flowers. As you held them, the words replaying in your mind made you feel nauseous.

He likes you.

Han likes you.

Your best friend likes you.

Your heart pounded in your chest, a frantic drumbeat against your ribs. You looked at Han, his eyes filled with a vulnerability you’d never seen before. He was no longer the carefree, playful friend you knew. He was a man, a man who was scared, a man who was hoping.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I didn’t mean to, I swear. We’ve been friends for so long, flirting, cuddling, being there for each other—it’s all normal. But lately, it’s been making me feel things. The way you smile at me, the way you let me take care of you, the way you flirt back, the way you let me do whatever I want when I’m bored… You’re just being you, and it’s frustrating. I can’t stop these feelings, I can’t stop what I truly feel about you, I can’t stop falling for you.” Han rambles, his voice laced with a mixture of desperation and hope. You listen, recognizing the same feelings and frustrations you’ve been battling since you realized you were falling for him. You’ve tried to ignore it, to push it down, but the truth is, you can’t deny it anymore. You look at him, his eyes filled with a vulnerability that makes your heart ache. Before you can think, you’re leaning in, kissing him softly, cupping his cheeks to silence his rambling.

“Han, you’re talking to yourself again,” you say softly, pulling back and smiling. The warmth of his lips against yours, the way his body instinctively leans into yours, it all confirms what you’ve been feeling. “I like you too, Han. A lot, more than you’ll ever know.” You ruffle his hair, holding his hands, feeling the warmth of his skin against yours. He’s stunned, processing your words. How could you like him? Just him? An average boy who happens to be your best friend? He looks at you with confused, teary eyes.

“You really… like me too?” he asks, fear evident in his voice. The question hangs in the air, a testament to the doubts that have been plaguing him. “I do, baby. I really do.” You respond, your voice firm and unwavering. The next thing you know, he’s blushing like a tomato before kissing you again, this time with a newfound confidence. The kiss is filled with a raw, unbridled passion that leaves you breathless.

You realize that this isn’t just a friendship anymore, it’s something deeper, something more profound. You’ve crossed a line, and you’re both ready to explore the unknown territory that lies ahead.

The air crackles with unspoken words, a symphony of emotions playing out between you. You can feel the shift in the dynamic, the transition from comfortable friendship to something more intense, more complicated. The uncertainty of the future hangs heavy, but the excitement of the unknown is exhilarating. You’ve both taken a leap of faith, and the journey ahead promises to be both thrilling and terrifying. You’re ready to face it together, hand in hand, hearts intertwined.

The world around you fades away, the only reality being the warmth of his body against yours, the taste of his lips on yours, the feeling of his hands intertwined with yours. This is a new beginning, a chance to rewrite the story of your relationship, to explore the depths of your feelings, to discover what lies beyond the boundaries of friendship. You’re both on the precipice of something extraordinary, and you’re ready to take the plunge.

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wrttenbyhan · 14 days ago

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when silence turns to love

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 :

emotional!fem reader x silent friend!han jisung

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 :

small drabble ^^

when you were first introduced to han by your friends, you couldn’t help but notice how he was quieter around you, different from his usual, talkative self. sometimes you’d even argue playfully, throwing sarcastic comments his way, but he never seemed as talkative with you as he was with the rest of your friends. you wondered if maybe he didn’t like you. so, you ignored him during get-togethers, figuring he preferred it that way.

but then, he started seeking your attention, subtly at first. he’d poke your shoulder or tug on your hoodie, as if wanting you to notice him. it was confusing; he’d go out of his way to talk to you, initiating conversations that often stretched late into the night. over time, you found yourself meeting him for dinner, and he’d even invite you over to his apartment. he was charming, and as you got to know him, you realized he wasn’t as grumpy as you’d assumed - he was sweet and thoughtful, and you two were spending more and more time together.

one evening, you heard a rumor from a mutual friend that han had been saying unkind things about you behind your back. hurt and frustrated, you confronted him, an argument erupting. eventually, he stormed out of the house into the rain, but you chased after him, demanding answers. as the rain poured, han turned to you, his face contorted with a mix of frustration and raw emotion.

“then sorry i am in love with you!”

he shouted over the rain, his wet hair plastered to his forehead and his clothes soaked through.

“i’m in love with you, y/n. i wouldn’t talk shit about you!”

his breath was heavy, raindrops streaming down his face, his shoulders slumped.

“believe me…”

he whispered, his voice breaking with vulnerability. he looked down, biting his lip anxiously, his gaze lingering on the ground as he waited for your response, as though he was unraveling right before you.

“i..”

han stood there, rain soaking him to the bone, his heart racing as he waited for your response. he was drenched, his clothes sticking to his skin, and he shivered as the cold rain continued to fall around them. but despite the physical discomfort, he couldn’t take his eyes off you, his face a mix of nervousness and desperation. he continued to bite his lip, his teeth worrying at the soft flesh as he tried to anticipate your reaction. he was vulnerable in a way he never dared to be before, having laid his feelings on the line.

“you love me?”

han’s heart felt like it was about to burst, his cheeks flushed despite the cold, rain-soaked air. His eyes widened slightly, and he finally lifted them from the ground to meet your gaze, his expression a mix of fear and hope. He took a tentative step forward, closing the gap between you both.

he swallowed, his throat dry, and nodded slowly.

“i do,”

he whispered softly, his voice barely audible over the sound of the rain around them.

“i love you.”

there was something strangely beautiful about the moment - han standing before you, vulnerable and open in a way he never was before, with raindrops clinging to his lashes and the scent of wet earth around them. as he confessed, a million thoughts swirled through his mind, and he couldn’t help but wonder what you were feeling. he longed to step closer, to touch you, to somehow bridge the distance between them, but he held himself back, waiting for your response with bated breath.

“i love you too..”

at that moment, han froze, his eyes widening in surprise and disbelief. he took a sharp intake of breath, as if trying to process the words you just said.

“you.. you love me..?”

he repeated the words, almost hesitantly, as if he couldn’t believe it himself. his heart hammered in his chest, threatening to burst out any moment. every doubt, every insecurity, evaporated in an instant. without saying another word, he took a step closer to you, the rain still pouring on both of you, his gaze never leaving yours.

he took another step closer, and another, until there was barely any distance between you. the rain continued to pour, but han’s focus remained solely on you. his hands fidgeted at his sides, as if he was struggling to resist the urge to reach out and touch you. his heart was pounding so hard, he wondered if you could hear it.

“are you… are you sure?”

his voice was soft, almost a whisper, the corners of his mouth tilting slightly upward in a tentative smile. he was scared, but the hope in his eyes was undeniable.

you inhaled, stared deep into his eyes and whispered,

“i’ve been sure for ages.”

han's expression melted into a mixture of relief and happiness, his cheeks flushing deeper as a small grin spread across his face. the rain was still falling heavily around you, but neither of you paid it any attention. all that mattered right now was the two of you - the confession, the proximity.

“you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to hear you say that.”

he managed to get the words out just before he reached forward, his hands gently framing your face, his thumb tracing your cheek affectionately.

his touch was soft, almost reverent, as if he was holding something fragile and fragile. he couldn’t stop himself from smiling, his eyes roaming over your face, taking in every detail as he let himself bask in the moment.

“i was scared to hope,” he confessed, his voice quieter now, as if sharing a secret with you. he let his fingers trail down from your cheek to your neck, his touch like a feather against your skin.

your hand slipped from his broad shoulder to his tricep. you tilted your head and asked,

“why?”

han leaned in slightly, reducing the space between you even more as he continued to brush his fingers gently against the skin of your neck, as if he was still unable to believe you were real.

“because i didn’t want to mess up our friendship,”

he confessed, his words edged with a trace of vulnerability.

“you mean a lot to me, and i was scared of losing you if i confessed my feelings.”

han then noticed you standing on your toes, bringing your face closer to his. his breath caught in his chest, eyes widening slightly as he looked at you with a mixture of surprise and something else - something warmer, more intimate. a few strands of wet hair fell into his face, giving him a boyish charm.

“you’re so tiny,”

he commented softly, a small grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. he seemed almost awed by the closeness between you, his fingers still lingering on your neck, his thumb gently rubbing circles against your skin.

“shut up and kiss me.”

han’s hesitation vanished in an instant, replaced by pure desire. he tightened his grip on your shoulders, pulling you closer until your body was flush against his, barely any space between you. his gaze drifted to your lips, his breath coming out ragged as he struggled to contain his emotions. you could feel the tension crackling in the air, the chemistry between you palpable.

he leaned in without a second thought, his lips colliding with yours in a passionate, desperate kiss. it was as if all the pent-up tension, the months of silently yearning for each other, finally found its release in that one moment.

at first, the kiss was wild and uncoordinated, both of you overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of it. but after a few moments, han seemed to find his rhythm, his lips moving against yours with a hunger that mirrored your own. his hands moved from your shoulders to your waist, pulling you tighter against him, as if he wanted to eliminate any space that still existed between you. the rain continued to fall, but the only thing that mattered to him was the taste of your lips on his. he deepened the kiss, his tongue seeking entry to your mouth, his need for you almost primal.

as the kiss deepened, the world around you seemed to fade away. all that existed was you, him, and the rain. han’s hands roamed over your body, one sliding up your back to tangle in your wet hair, the other gripping your hip possessively. his teeth grazed your lower lip, and a low moan escaped his throat, his desire for you clearly visible. he broke the kiss just for a brief moment, his breath coming out in heavy pants, his eyes dark with passion.

“i’ve wanted this for so long,”

he whispered against your mouth.

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letmebeyourcrrsh · 14 days ago

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You’ve got it bad

college!jisung x reader

warnings: none / its just a short cute story

genre: crush on best friend

summary: no matter how much he tried to ignore it, your best friend jisung had feelings for you. and his friends aren’t helping too. they became such a big tease..

han jisung had always been great at hiding things. he could laugh off almost anything, joke around , and always keep a cool head—at least, that's how it seemed. but there was one thing he hadn’t quite figured out how to hide: his feelings for you.

you were his best friend. the person he could talk to about everything and anything. the one who knew all of his weird habits, his inside jokes, and the deep stuff that no one else ever got to hear. the two of you were always inseparable, laughing together, supporting each other, and enjoying the little moments that only best friends could understand.

but for han, things were different now.

every time he looked at you, his heart fluttered. every time you laughed at one of his jokes, his chest tightened. when your eyes met, he couldn’t help but feel like the world around him disappeared. and though he knew he couldn’t risk ruining your friendship, he couldn’t shake the feeling that maybe, just maybe, you felt the same way.

one evening after a long day in college, the boys were gathered in the living room of a dorm, joking around and playing games. jisung, once again, lost in his toughts. his friends couldn’t help but notice, how silent jisung had been lately. and its not even surprising that everyone already knows the reason…

“you okay, jisung?” bang chan asked casually, eyeing him from across the room.

jisung looked at him. “yeah, just... tired. you know, long day.”

but the rest of the group wasn’t buying it. they exchanged knowing glances, and then, felix grinned mischievously.

“uh-huh. sure, sure, jisung,” he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “tired, huh? not because you’re just in love?”

“what? no! I’m not in love. I—what are you talking about?” he stammered, but his voice was shaking, and the color on his cheeks betrayed him.

“oh, come on,” hyunjin added with a smirk. “we’ve all seen it. the way you look at Y/N when they laugh. It’s so obvious.”

“jisung’s got it bad. this is too cute.”, seungmin said

jisung’s heart was pounding now. “I’m not in love with them! seriously!” he tried to deny again.

“dude, you’re so in love,” changbin said, crossing his arms with a grin. “It’s like you’re a lovesick puppy.”

“I’m not a puppy!” jisung hissed, desperately trying to defend himself. han just wanted to disappear now.

“wait, wait,” jeongin said. “what if jisung’s already confessed to Y/N? what if they’re secretly dating and didn’t tell us?”

“ you seriously believe that? jisung cant even look at them no more. hes way to jisung to already be dating Y/N. “, minho laughed.

��honestly, at this point, I think we should just tell Y/N for you hannie,” hyunjin teased, crossing his arms with a smirk.

“don’t you dare!” jisung yelped, now in full panic mode. his face was on fire, and he felt like he might die from embarrassment. “I’ll confess when I’m ready, okay?”

but the teasing didn’t stop there. The members were having the time of their lives watching jisung squirm under the pressure.

“stop, please!” jisung groaned, covering his face with his hands. but his eyes went wide once he heard that someone is calling someone… he quickly jumped up running over to the boy. which obviously was seungmin. he seriously was calling you.

"Y/N! what's up?" seungmin greeted you on the other end of the line.

“seungmin? what’s going on?” you asked, a bit curious. you hadn’t expected them to call you so randomly.

“we just thought we’d check in on you,” seungmin said, his tone suspiciously sweet.

“who is we?” you asked.

before he could answer, you heard a loud, playful voice from the background.

“we calling to annoy you!!!” hyunjin chimed in, his voice dripping with teasing. jisung was already going insane. being glad that you cant see him being all red… so messy, so embarrassed. and without making you hear him being there too, he was trying to snatch the phone away from the younger.

before you could ask another question, the rest of the group jumped in, and suddenly it felt like you were on a group call with the entire stray kids.

“jisung’s been all flustered around you lately, Y/N,” changbin teased, his voice booming from the other end. “ CHANGBIN?! “ han now yelped.

“no way,” you replied, laughing a little. “what are you guys talking about? playing truth or dare again?”

you could hear jisung groan in the background, clearly trying to suppress his embarrassment. but the group wasn’t letting up.

“you know, jisung has heart eyes every time he looks at you,” seungmin said matter-of-factly, clearly enjoying every second of this.

“WHAAAAT?!” jisung shouted from somewhere in the background “Y/N THEY ARE DRUNK!! HANG UP ”

“hyung, don’t even try to deny it,” jeongin added. “we’ve all seen the way you look at them. you get all quiet when they’re around, and you’re constantly checking your hair like you’re trying to look perfect for them.”

“seriously, you need to admit it, jisung,” changbin continued

you bit your lip, trying not to laugh. you now knew exactly what was going on. the members were clearly enjoying every second of teasing jisung, and you could hear how flustered he was. but you had to admit, it was cute.

"jisung, is it true?" you teased, knowing full well that it would make him even more embarrassed. "are you in love with meeee?"

you could practically hear the panic in his voice, “no! no, I’m not!” he stammered

han sighed, sounding like he wanted to sink into the ground. “I swear, I hate you guys.”

“ no you don’t! you love us” hyunjin chuckled. you didn’t see it but you could hear how hyunjin was ruffling hannies hair.

“oh, come on,” you said, laughing. “it’s really obvious, hannie. the way you look at me, the way you act when I’m around—you really believe I haven’t noticed yet? I just decided to spare you. wait till youre all ready to confess.”

“SEEE!!” felix shouted dramatically.

“DUDEEE SHE BASICALLY JUST CONFESSED!” hyunjin added, raising his voice as if to announce something grand. “JISUNGIE WONNN'”

you couldn’t help but laugh at the absurdity of it all. jisung was practically gone now. lost in his own world. not understanding anything no more

“mhh… how about you come over now?” you asked, keeping your voice lighthearted but with a teasing edge. “we could talk about it you know?”

there was a long silence. the boys now actually jaw dropped too. and jisung… he just froze

“that’s a no?” you questioned.

“THAT’S A YES! hes already on his way!!” felix giggled, pushing jisung towards the door and whispering, “ you go man! they already made sure you know they like you back. now go and get your love!”

jisung’s voice came through with a quiet, defeated sigh. “on my way Y/N..” and still, even through the call, you realized that he is having be biggest and happiest smile on his face now.

the members, so proud of what they did, wished you both good luck, and that you better spill every detail once you are a couple. and ofcourse, had to make sure that you both will thank them later.

and even if this was such a stressing evening, jisung is now the happiest man alive. on is way to you.

this is the end. i hope it was fun to read ! and i hope that you liked this story

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moonchild9350 · 15 days ago

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Perfect Masterlist

An anthology clone triology

Series Summary: Clones are supposed to make life a little easier...at least that's what you were made to think.

Genre: Sci Fi au, Angst, Fluff, Smut 18+ only MDNI

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stayinlimbo · 26 days ago

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spiderman!jisung because i'm obssessed

the creak of your window opening rouses you awake. the gentle whoosh of cold air entering your bedroom draws an involuntary shiver to course through your body, even under the mountain of blankets piled on top of you. your pillow’s warmth is momentarily missed as you lift your head to watch the dark figure blending with the city night carefully step through the window and close it behind him.

“it’s okay,” jisung turns around, removing the mask from his face. “it’s just me.”

as if there would be anyone else entering your apartment at 3am. well, you’d hope not at least; jisung would fix that problem if there ever was. your gaze trails his quiet movements as he pads towards the closet. the spider suit is stripped off quickly and stuffed in the laundry basket in favor of sweatpants and a baggy shirt.

“mmmm, how was patrol?” you ask, scooting over a little to let him tuck himself in beside you.

jisung sighs and pulls the blankets tighter around you. ”freezing cold.” he says, wrapping his arms around you and nestling into your warmth. “winter is always the worst, even when i’m constantly swinging around.”

”you don’t have hand warmers in your suit?”

jisung snorts, burying his face further into your neck. ”i wish.”

you pull your hand out from under the blankets and reach up to pinch his cheek. ”i’ll get some for you tomorrow. you can’t fight crime without webshooters and warm hands.”

”what would i do without you?” he teases, turning his head to kiss the side of your palm.

”get hypothermia, probably,” you chuckle tiredly. “you can’t be south korea’s one and only crime-fighting, web-swinging superhero without all your fingers.”

jisung just hums, the exhaustion of another late night finally hitting him. in your presence, embraced by your comfort and warmth, he can’t fight the heaviness of his eyelids like he can petty criminals. though, he’s awake long enough to feel you press a tender kiss to the top of his head and whisper a declaration that makes life as spiderman worth everything.

”but you’ll always be my hero.”

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samanthacastano02 · 1 month ago

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Hold My Hand Pt1 (18+)

Han Jisung x FemReader x Lee Know

Warnings: Smut, PnV, Threesome, Established relationship, Safeword used, DomLeeKnow, DomHan, SubReader, Oral (FemRec), Fingering, Cursing, Angst, Rough Sex, Unprotected sex, probably more (I wrote this after an 8 hour shift at work, so I am sorry if it’s not my best work, later this week when I have time I’m going to go back and rewrite and edit it, when I’m not exhausted)

Minsung - Hold My Hand Pt2 (18+)

MDNI 18+

Word Count: 4.5k

Summary: You unknowingly make a mistake that pisses off your boyfriends Han and Minho, but also turns them on to no end. Han can’t do anything about it at first so he leaves you to Minho, but when Han gets home, things get rougher than intended and things go wrong.

Photos not mine, credits go to photographers

I had spent the day in the studio with the boys, it was my day off and both Jisung and Minho had asked if I wanted to spend the day with them. Throughout the entire day both boys seemed to be on edge, and for the life of me I couldn’t figure out why and no matter how many times I asked them what was wrong they told me to drop it. It kept nagging me but I did what they asked and dropped it because I didn’t want to make the day even more difficult for them because it was a recording day for them. The rest of the boys also seemed to have no idea as to why both Jisung and Minho were on edge, which didn’t help my nerves. Finally they stopped for lunch and Minho grumpily stomped over to me, tossing his hoodie to me. I wasn’t cold but I figured that something about my outfit made them upset so I didn’t question him and slipped it on before following them down to the dining hall that the JYP building had.

Throughout the rest of the day I kept Minho’s hoodie on, but that still didn’t seem to make Minho or Jisung happy. I sadly couldn’t confront them until we got home because only the members of Stray Kids and their team knew about our relationship, everyone agreed that it would be best for now to keep the relationship secret until they could come up with a way to announce it where it wouldn’t cause backlash for the three of us since it was considered unconventional. When Minho had finished recording all of his lines for the day, Jisung must have either said something to him or texted him because he was pulling me up and dragging me out of the room and down to our car that we had taken this morning. As he dragged me, he didn’t let up on his pace, causing me to have to lightly jog behind him.

“Min, please slow down. I can’t keep up.” I try to tug on his hand to get him to slow down but he doesn’t slow down. He continues to walk quickly and ignores my pleas for him to slow down.

It’s a nice break for my legs once we get to the car, I can’t tell what’s wrong by looking at his face. His face is void of emotion, it’s unsettling to me because I have never seen him like this. I don’t know what I did to cause him and Jisung to get upset, but whatever it was I didn’t mean to. As he drives, his hand is on my thigh, kneading the skin not gently but also not enough that it hurts a lot. I try to put my hand on his hand, as a sign of comfort but when I look at him, he shakes his head no and I immediately know to take my hand away. He doesn’t glance over at me like he normally would, it worries me that something is seriously wrong and that this relationship is in serious jeopardy.

When we arrived at my apartment, the place the three of us had been staying so as to stay out of the eyes of the public and give the boys a break from the constant flirting and bedroom activities, he dragged me out of the car and up to my floor. The moment we got into my apartment and the door was shut he was shoving me against the door, his lips attached to mine. The kiss caught me off guard, I was expecting him to get angry and yell at me, for what I didn’t know. I decided to allow myself to indulge and deepen the kiss, I wrap my arms around his neck. I feel his hands tap my thighs, hinting that he wants me to jump. I do as he wants and jump, wrapping my legs around his waist, he pushes me against the door even more, but I know that he wont drop me.

“Min, what’s happening?” I question when he moves his kisses down to my neck.

“You think that you can get away with what you did today by playing innocent?” “But Min, I truly don’t know what I did? Whatever it was, I’m sorry.” “Lies, it’d do you best to be honest and admit that you did it on purpose.” “But I truly don’t know.”

“Am I going to have to spell it out?” “Yes, because I don’t know what happened, what I did to make you and Sungie upset.” “Wearing that perfume, and that shirt.” “What perfume and what shirt?” “The pheromone perfume we got you for your birthday and the shirt that we got you, that you agreed to only wear when you were free to use.” “What! But that shirt is black, the one I’m wearing is white? And the perfume, I was in a rush this morning. I wasn't looking. I’m sorry.” I say as he grinds his hips on me.

“No Jagi, that shirt isn’t black. It was white, with your favorite flower on it.” “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to.”

“It’s too late for sorry now Jagi.” he says as he turns to carry me into the bedroom. I know where this is going and I don’t know whether to be scared or excited.

“Minho, I’m serious, I didn't mean to.” I say as he drops me onto the bed.

He doesn’t say anything, instead he crawls over top of me, kissing up to my lips. When his lips meet mine again, there’s that same frenzy from before but there’s also something different now that I can’t place. I decided to not dwell on it and allow myself to enjoy the feeling of his lips on mine. I know that Jisung will soon come home and I don’t know what that will do to our current dynamic.

“You decided to tease us, whether that was knowingly or unknowingly, so I’m going to deal with this. That ok, princess?” He asks as he grinds his erection on me. I don’t answer him verbally, I just nod at him.

He begins to kiss down my neck again, I can feel him grip the bottom of my shirt and tug at it. I sit up slightly so that he can tug it off. He throws it across the room, for once not even caring where it lands, he usually cares about keeping the room clean. Before I could lie back down he unhooked my bra, tugging it off as well and throwing it in the same direction as my shirt. His lips leave my neck and work down to the top of my breast, I close my eyes and allow myself to fully feel the pleasure that he is bringing me, even if it’s just kissing me. I soon feel his lips wrap around my nipple, while his other hand moves up to twist and tug on my other nipple, not wanting to ignore it. After a while, he kisses his way over to my other nipple and begins to give it the same attention. He knew that my nipples were sensitive, even just to touch. When he deems that he has given both of my nipples enough attention, he kisses his way down to the tops of my pants. He looks up at me, silently asking for permission to take them off, when I nod I expect him to just take my pants off but he takes off both my pants and my panties.

As he pulls off my panties, he leaves kisses on my thighs. He starts at my knees and kisses back up to the apex of my thighs. I expect him to tease me but he immediately licks a stripe up my clit, I didn’t expect him to immediately start eating me out. The man knew what to do and he was good at it, I was already seeing stars and he had just started. The man ate me out like a man starved, like it was his last meal, like he was desperate. One thing about Minho was that he loved to overstimulate me, and he knew the best way to do that was by eating me out and using his fingers. The pleasure that he was bringing me caused my brain to go blank, forgetting about the outside world, the reason why I was in this predicament in the first place. I feel his tongue on my clit and his right hand snake its way between my thighs while his left hand snakes its way up to my breast, squeezing it and rolling my nipple between his thumb and pointer finger. He’s being unusually soft with me, both him and Jisung are dominant, liking to be rough with me and each other. I don’t think anything of it, to focused on the pleasure that his tongue and fingers are bringing me, his fingers are hitting the perfect spot inside of me. I can feel the coil tightening, getting closer and closer to my release. He sucks my clit into his mouth harder and it sends me over the edge, I cry out his name shaking as he continues to eat me out and piston his fingers in and out of me.

He barely lets me come down before he’s picking up the pace of his hand again, he knows that once I’ve come once it’s extremely easy to make me finish again. I can feel the coil tightening again, the overstimulation becoming too much but I know that I can still handle it so I allow the pleasure to take over me again, finally after I come down from my second orgasm he gives me a slight break while he removes his clothes. I try my best to catch my breath as I take in the view of him, naked in front of me. No matter how many times I see him like this, I don’t think I’ll ever get used to it. He turns towards me again and begins to crawl over me, kissing his way up to my lips, I can feel his cock pressing against me as his lips meet mine but he doesn’t push in. I know he won't until I tell him that it’s ok to do so, I wrap my legs around him and try to tug him into me but he holds steady, not until I verbally tell him that it’s ok.

“Min, please. Please, I want this.” I pleaded with him.

“Ok Jagi, but I’m not going to go easy on you.”

“I don’t want you to. Just please do something.”

With me giving him permission, he pushes into me. He groans into my ear as I let out an obscene moan, one that I didn’t actually think I could make. He slowly pushed his way into me, allowing me to adjust to him. His cock is impressive, both in length and girth, the stretch hurts so good. When he bottoms out, he sits there for a few seconds before he pulls back, pulling his cock out until just the tip was still in me. He pushes back into me roughly, pushing the air out of my lungs. I couldn’t form any coherent sentences, only broken words and moans fell from my lips. I clung to him, my arms went around his neck, his powerful thrusts rocking me and shuffling me up the bed. I was so far gone in pleasure that I didn’t hear Jisung finally come home, but I felt Minho pull his face away from my neck and look at the bedroom door.

“What number of orgasms is she on?” Jisung asked as he quickly removed his clothes, as if he knew this was what would be happening when he got home.

“Working on number three.” Minho moaned out after a particularly rough thrust

“Perfect, she stretched out good?” He asks Minho as his hand moves to my breast, playing with my nipple.

“She’s ready for you after this orgasm.” Minho moans as he continues to thrust into me, moving his head back to my neck. Sucking love bites up and down my neck, my arms tighten as I get closer.

“Perfect.”

I’m so lost in pleasure that I can’t even warn Minho when my orgasm crashes over me, I let out a guttural moan and dig my fingers into Minho's back. With my third orgasm crashing over me Minho picks up his pace and thrusts into me harder, extending my pleasure. After a few more thrusts I can feel him finish, his hot cum sending me into yet another orgasm, making it my fourth. While it wasn’t as strong as my first three it was still pleasurable and took me time to come down from. When I came down, I could feel Minho brushing my hair from my forehead, looking at me to see if I was ok. I gave him a weak smile before looking over at Jisung. As I look at Jisung, I can feel Minho pull out of me which pulls a weak whimper from me, the two boys switch places. Jisung now between my legs and Minho up by my head, I don’t even get a warning from Jisung as he thrusts into me.

“Sungie, slow down. She’s already sensitive.” Minho tries to get him to slow down a little, when he notices that he didn’t give me a chance to adjust.

“She can take it, can’t you baby?” Jisung asks as he continues to thrust hard into me, due to the overstimulation I’m already close to another orgasm. I don’t get a chance to answer him when my orgasm crashes over me, I moan out his name.

“Good fucking girl, squeezing me so tight.” Jisung says as he continues to thrust into me, tears now streaming down my cheeks from the stimulation. He wraps his hand around my throat, not tight enough to fully cut off oxygen. When he feels me stop clenching around him, he pulls out of me and flips me onto my stomach, shoving my face into the sheets and thrusting into my hard. I let out a mix between a moan and a cry.

“My good little cum slut, huh. That’s all you're good for, just a cum dump.” I don’t know what to feel about how he’s talking to me. He’s never spoken to me this way before, Minho has but never Jisung. He’s always been the softer of the two, his switch up shocking both you and Minho. Minho reaches for you, but before he can Jisung grips your hair and pulls you up.

“Come on baby, tell me. Are you my little cum slut?” He asks as he seems to thrust even harder into me, I don’t know if it’s the overstimulation or the words that he’s saying to me but I begin to cry even harder. Wondering if this is what he actually thinks about me, does he actually think that this is all I’m good for, just a cum dump, a hole to use?

“Jisung, slow down. Take it easy, you're going hard on her.” Minho tries to get Jisung to slow down but it’s like he can’t hear him, he doesn’t even respond.

“Sungie, please. Slow down.” I try, not as loud as Minho, taking a lot of energy to get the sentence out. He ignores me, seeming to thrust even harder now. I begin to panic, the moment no longer becoming pleasurable but before I can think about it I can feel my 5th orgasm crash over me.

Everything becomes too much, I can feel Minho by my head trying to be a focal point of comfort for me, pulling my attention from Jisung but it doesn’t help. I’m now in my head, thinking that maybe this is truly how Jisung actually thinks about me, that I’m nothing but a slut to him, a cum dump. It breaks me and I begin to cry even harder. I try to muster up the strength to utter my safe word but I can barely speak because I am crying so hard. I look over to Minho but his eyes are trained on Jisung, I can see the questions going through his eyes. Finally I muster up just enough energy to mutter out my safe word.

“R-r-red.” I say barely above a whisper, it’s loud enough for Minho to hear but it’s like Jisung doesn’t hear.

“Jisung, she said red.” Minho grunts out, but Jisung still doesn’t listen, I sob harder. Minho decides that he’s taking things into his own hands and pulls Jisung off himself. That seems to snap Jisung out of whatever trans he was in.

His eyes widen in shock when he finally takes in his surroundings, he looks at me, seeing me curled up in a ball by the head of the bed sobbing. Looking between Minho and I, I can see that Jisung is processing what just happened, as the tears well in his eyes realizing that if Minho hadn’t been here, things could have gone way differently. I hear a thump and turn to see Sungie on the floor, I can tell that he’s now panicking. I look at Minho and I can see he’s stuck between wanting to help me and helping Sungie, even after what happened, I don’t want Jisung to panic.

“Min, g-get me a b-blanket, a-a-and t-then help Hannie.” I make the decision for Minho.

“Are you sure, will you be ok for a few minutes until I get him calmed down?”

“Y-yes, I-I’ll b-be ok. W-we d-don’t n-need h-him p-passing out.” I hiccup as I finally stop sobbing

Minho’s POV:

I worry about leaving y/n in the bedroom, but I know she’s right. If I don’t calm Han down, he’ll panic to the point that he passes out. I grab both him and I some fresh underwear so that we aren’t sitting out in the living room naked. I grab Han and pull him into the living room, pushing him onto the couch before kneeling down in front of him and slipping on his underwear. I pull him up enough to pull them all the way up. He flops back down, crying hard while I slip my own on. I want to be angry about the fact that he didn’t listen to her safe word, and I am but there has to be a reason as to why it seemed like he couldn’t hear her.

“What the hell happened, Jisung?”

“I-I don’t know, I-I’m so sorry. I-it was like I-I wasn’t in control of m-my own body.” “Han, if I wasn’t here-” jisung cuts me off before I can finish my sentence.

“Please, I don’t even want to think about that. I could have seriously hurt her.” “I’m not going to say that you couldn’t have because you could have. Were you angry?”

“I think so? Recording didn’t go as well after you guys left and then the outfit and perfume didn’t help.” “You can’t bring home those issues, and if you do you cannot take them out in the bedroom.” “I know, god Minho she must hate me, she looked so broken.”

“I need to check on her, but I also need to make sure that you’ll be ok while I do?”

“I’ll be fine. Just please, make sure that she’s ok.” he begs me, still slightly crying

“I’ll be right back, ok?”

Han nods at me and then I get up, walking back into the bedroom. I find y/n laying where I left her under the fluffy blanket. I can see that she’s still shaking and shivering, I don’t know if she’s shaking because she’s crying or because she’s in subspace. That thought scares me so I rush over to her, I climb onto the bed and see that she’s crying. It breaks my heart that she’s crying this hard, I know she’s still scared and probably confused.

“Baby, are you ok?” I ask her softly.

“I-is he mad at me?” That question confuses me.

“Why on earth would he be mad at you?” “I-I ruined the mood.” “Love, you did not ruin the mood. And he’s not mad at you, he’s worried but not mad. He’s mad at himself for not hearing you.”

“Does he really think those things about me?” She asks as she snuggles into my side, seeking comfort in my arms

“What things, love?” “That I’m … a slut, a cum dump, a hole, good for nothing but cum.” “God no, baby. Of course he doesn’t think those things about you. He was in his head, some stuff happened at the studio and he was angry and he wrongly took it out on you. And he is so sorry for that.”

“C-could h-he come i-in here?”

“Lovie, we need to get you cleaned up.”

“Could he take a bath with me? I-I think that we b-both c-could u-use it.” “Let me go ask him, see if he’s ok with that.”

I tuck the blanket back around her, slightly surprised that she wants to be slightly intimate again. Even if it isn’t sexual, but if it’s what she wants I won’t deny her. I look back at her and can’t help but think about how adorable she looks. My heart swells with love, both for her and Han.

“Han, love. I have a question for you.” “Yea?”

“Y/nnie wants your help taking a bath while I change the sheets.” I can see his face pale.

“W-what? W-why me, after w-what just happened.” “Baby, she wants your comfort. She thinks that both of you need it. And I don’t think she’ll be ok with you saying no.” “Does she really want my help?” Before I can answer him, we both hear y/n yell from the bedroom.

“Sungie, get your ass in here and help me. Please.” We both chuckle, talk about comedic timing.

Jisung’s POV:

I hesitantly stand up, heading back into the bedroom. When I enter, I find y/n lying down wrapped in a fuzzy blanket. I can see the exhaustion in her eyes, but she looks at me and smiles slightly. Like she’s trying to reassure me that it’s ok, that she’s ok when it should be me reassuring her that it’s ok. It makes me feel guilty, I can feel tears coming back, but I quickly blink them away not wanting to cry in front of her. I slowly walk towards her, stopping just in front of her, I sit down on the bed next to her. I don’t reach out for her and she doesn’t reach out for me, there is an awkward air between us and I don’t know how to fix this. I can see that she is hesitant and I can see the lingering fear, it breaks my heart to know that I’m the one that caused this fear in her. I’m one of the people that should protect her, not hurt her and tonight I hurt her. I hesitantly reach out for her and look at her, silently asking for permission to touch her. She slowly nods at me and I gently pick her up.

“Jagi, I cannot begin to explain to you how sorry I am.” I begin as I turn to carry her into the on suite bathroom. She surprised me by burying her face into my neck, giving it a gentle kiss.

“Sungie, I know you are sorry. I forgive you but do not let it happen again.” “I promise I will never let it happen again, I never want to hurt you that way again.” I respond to her as I set her on the counter, turning to the bathtub, filling it up with warm water and a bubble bath.

She doesn’t respond, rather opting to watch as I move around the bathroom, getting everything set up for the bath. I struggle to look at her, seeing the slight shake in her body still, knowing that I am the cause of it and it’s not a good shake. In the past Minho and I have caused her to shake from pleasure, even cry from pleasure but never like this. I shake my head to clear the thoughts from my head, not wanting to dwell on what happened. Once the bath is ready, I take off my underwear and pick up y/n, stepping into the bath, lowering both of us into the warm water together. She relaxes back into my chest, humming at the warmth, it makes me smile. I don’t know how long we lay in the bath, relaxing with each other, but it’s long enough that Minho decides to come and check on us. Long enough that we realize that the bath water is no longer warm and that it’s time to get out, I gesture Minho over. He comes over with a towel for y/n, I stand up before gently lifting her up and helping Minho wrap the towel around her. Minho leads her out into the bedroom while I step out of the tub and drain it, before I follow them. When I get out into the bedroom I see that Minho is toweling y/n off, I think quickly, getting slightly possessive and run and grab one of my shirts. I bring it over for him to slip over her head once she is dry enough, when he notices who’s shirt it is, he quirked an eyebrow.

“Really?” he questions me.

“What, she needed a shirt.” I responded cheekily.

“You’re a goof, get dressed, lovie.” he taps my ass before pushing me towards the closet

I listen and rush to the closet, grabbing myself a tank top but deciding that I don’t want to wear a shirt so I grab the pair of underwear that Minho had grabbed me earlier, slipping them on before walking out of the closet. Minho doesn’t seem to question it as we all slip into bed for the night, I can tell that he turned on the heating pad for y/n even though both he and I are walking furnaces. Y/n seems to be in the in-between state of falling asleep, not quite asleep yet, but also not fully awake. She turns toward me, noticing my tattoo, and begins to lightly trace it with her finger. I don’t stop her even though it tickles, I know that it calms her, she tends to do it every night before we fall asleep. I know that things aren’t completely ok, but things will slowly get back to being ok, that trust wasn’t completely ruined. I know Minho is hesitant to allow her and I time alone again, but we can work up to that again. He looks over at us, putting his phone down and wrapping his arm around her, while resting it on my stomach rubbing small circles. He may seem stand-offish but he shows both of us that he loves us in his own ways, and we show him in our ways.

Minsung - Hold My Hand Pt2 (18+)

#han jisung angst #han jisung imagines #han x y/n #han x reader #han jisung x reader #minsung x y/n imagines #minsung x reader #han jisung smut #lee know smut #lee know x reader #lee know x y/n

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bibibahngg · 1 month ago

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【ｕｎｅｘｐｅｃｔｅｄｌｙ　ｙｏｕｒｓ】

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚pairing: han jisung x reader ⋆.˚⟡ ࣪ ˖summary: falling in love with your roommate jisung is chaotic in the best way. ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚warnings/genre: fluff!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! that's basically it. like there's a cat? idk? ⋆.˚⟡ ࣪ ˖notes: i haven't posted my writing in a loooooong time, but i think i've improved a lot over that time ngl!! im a sucker for the golden retriever n black cat dynamic lol! anw, english isn't my first language, so there might be grammar issues and such. enjoyyyy

living with han jisung was like starring in your very own sitcom. it was chaotic, unpredictable, and occasionally hazardous to your health. like the time he tried to make pancakes.

"yn! breakfast is almost ready!" jisung called from the kitchen.

the phrase alone was enough to set off alarm bells. you hurried out of your room to investigate, and sure enough, smoke was already curling out of the kitchen doorway.

"ji, what did you do?" you demanded, rushing in to find him frantically fanning a smoking frying pan with a dish towel.

"it's fine! everything's under control!" he insisted, though the blackened.. um.. something... that was in the pan was saying something else. "why does it smell like you set a campfire in here?" "its artistic, okay? slightly charred is a valid flavor profile"

you snatched the pan from him and dumped the remains into the trash. "artistic my ass.. hannie, you literally almost set off the smoke alarm! what did i say about unsupervised cooking?"

he pouted, rubbing the back of his neck. "i just wanted to make breakfast for you, y'know? as a surprise.."

your annoyance softened a little. "that's sweet" you admitted. "but maybe next time, let's stick to cereal."

"or", he said, brightening, "you could cook and i could supervise!"

"you supervise? the guy who just tried to set the kitchen on fire?" "exactly! teamwork makes the dream work, right??"

you rolled your eyes affectionately, shoving a bowl of cereal into his hands. "here. eat this before you burn the whole building down"

"fine.. but i'm still your favorite roommate, right?"

"you're literally my only roommate, hanji.." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

it was pouring rain when you returned from your grocery run, your arms full of bags and your raincoat looked.. rather suspicious. jisung, lounging on the couch, perked up as soon as you walked in.

"uhh yn, what's in your coat..?" "..groceries?" "nuh-uh. groceries don't move." "it's.. a new kind of.. pasta..?"

"c'mon, what's in there??", he reached for the zipper, but you backed away, clutching your coat protectively.

but just then, a tiny, muffled meow escaped from your coat. both of you froze. "...", jisung was pointing at you like you'd just confessed to a crime. "is there a cat in your coat?"

you sighed and unzipped your coat to reveal a soaking wet, shivering black kitten curled up inside. "i mean come on! couldn't just leave her, she was in a box by the road, and it was raining so hard! look at her, she's so small!"

jisung stared at the kitten for a long moment before it let out another tiny meow. "so… can we keep her? please?" you spoke again.

he groaned. "yn you know i'm a dog guy! what am i supposed to do with a cat?"

the kitten blinked up at him with its big, round eyes, and his resolve melted immediately. "..fine", he muttered. "but i'm naming her bean."

"bean?"

"yeah" he said smugly. "because she's black, like a coffee bean. and also because she's cute, like me." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

it didn't take long for bean to integrate herself into your chaotic little household. she adored climbing onto jisung's lap while he was gaming, batting at his controller until he lost matches.

one night, you came home to find jisung lying on the couch, wearing an expression of pure betrayal. bean was perched on his chest, staring him down with judgment. a lot of judgement.

"what happened..?" you asked, setting your bag down.

"she ate my last slice of pizza" he said mournfully.

you snorted. "you left it on the coffee table. that's, like, basically an invitation."

"she's a menace", he grumbled. still, he smiled softly when he looked back at bean. "she's just like you."

"...excuse me?" "black cat energy." "what?" "y'know?? you're all aloof and sarcastic, but deep down, you care. you just don't show it much." were you in a romcom?

your cheeks warmed. "whatever, hannie..." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

it was just some thursday evening when everything changed. you were in the kitchen, stirring a pot of soup, while jisung leaned on the counter, watching you.

"you're unusually quiet", you said without looking up.

"hm? 's nothing." his voice was soft, almost hesitant.

you glanced over your shoulder, only to find him staring at you with an expression you couldn't quite place.

"you're acting weird lately."

he chuckled nervously. "i just-" he hesitated, running a hand through his hair. "i think i'm in love with you."

the spoon in your hand froze mid-stir. "...what?"

"i'm serious", he continued. "you're… everything. you're funny and caring, even when you try not to be. you brought home a cat, for crying out loud, because you couldn't stand to see it suffer in the rain. you cook me dinner when i'm too lazy to fend for myself, and you make this place feel like home."

your heart thudded painfully in your chest as you turned to face him fully. "jisung-"

"i know it's a lot", he said quickly. "and i'll get it if you don't feel the same. but i couldn't keep it in anymore."

for a long moment, the room was silent except for the simmering stew. then, slowly, a smile crept across your face. "you're an idiot", you said, your voice shaking slightly.

"...wh-"

"i love you too", you admitted. you could feel your cheeks burning up. now, when i tell you his face lit up like a fucking christmas tree, i mean it. "wait, really?!" "..shut up and set the table before the food gets cold."

he beamed, practically skipping off to grab plates, while bean watched from her perch on the counter, tail flicking smugly. you could swear she was planning her next bit of chaos.

a/n: im actually happy abt this one so like?? yay??????? anws han jisung is bias wrecking me so hard so here you go also late late late LATE happy new years i hope you guys have a great year to come bye bye!!!!!!!! dividers credit to @strangergraphics <3

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18wqs · 12 days ago

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ᯓᡣ𐭩 마음 ୨ৎ invisible string

casual with han jisung, which means a lot of gifts. every tour he goes on, meant coming back with at least one meaningless thing to give you. that one thing could be meaningless to anyone around you, but for you, it meant everything.

casual with han jisung, which means countless and countless of food dates. he loves food, so he also enjoyed sharing it with a person he adored so dearly, his best friend. visiting every restaurant, bakery, or cake shop that catches ones eye. not like you could ever turn him down.

casual with han jisung, which means he's taking polaroid pictures of you or you two, just to hang them up around his room, the recording studio or just keep them in his photo album he has just for you and only of you.

casual with han jisung, which means he's relaxed when it's just the two of you alone, but as soon as there are other people around the two of you, he becomes stiff and tries to act cool around you, almost as if there wasn't a not yet recognized emotion bubbling inside of him.

casual with han jisung, which means an uncountable amount of sent links to songs or song lyrics that just remind him of you. doesn't matter where he is. if he hears lyrics that make him think of you, he's immediately running to send them to you.

casual with han jisung, which means songs written for you and only for your ears to hear. songs played on his guitar with the guitar pick you've designed and decorated for him.

casual with han jisung, which means late night chatter in the dark of his room, that always somehow end with a drunk make out, the morning after filled with nothing but empty meaningless apologies. so many "sorry"'s spilled, yet not one seems to be genuine.

casual with han jisung, which leads to meaningless promises to himself that he would stop thinking about you in a different way than before. his room walls have heard this one so much, tho things don't seem to change.

casual with han jisung, except it's not as causal as it is, the truth being that the both of you are scared to point it out or rather accept the unaccepted emotion and speak about the unspoken topics that only linger in the thick air.

a/n: a little something before I post the best friends to lovers with jisung tomorrow. I tried writing in this style for the first time. I hope it's not too bad! xoxo

#stray kids #stray kids fanfic #han jisung x reader #han x reader #han jisung #stray kids maknae line #best friends to lovers #han jisung comfort #han jisung x y/n #han jisung x you

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bbokicidal · 1 month ago

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Perfect As You Are [2]|SKZ [S.C, H.J]

[3.] Changbin w/ a partner that has an odd laugh [4.] Han w/ a partner who has a verse in his song

[SMAU MINI-SERIES]

Pairing: Seo Changbin x 'Weird' Laugh!Reader, Han Jisung x Reader Genre: Angst/Fluff Warnings: Insecurities mentioned

Notes: Since both requests were voice based, I bunched them together into one post so I'm not clogging my feed. Thx for requesting and reading! <3

"Perfect As You Are" Masterlist

⊹₊ ˚‧︵‿₊୨୧₊‿︵‧ ˚ ₊⊹ Changbin ⊹₊ ˚‧︵‿₊୨୧₊‿︵‧ ˚ ₊⊹

⊹₊ ˚‧︵‿₊୨୧₊‿︵‧ ˚ ₊⊹ Han ⊹₊ ˚‧︵‿₊୨୧₊‿︵‧ ˚ ₊⊹

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#skz imagine #skz x reader #stray kids x reader #changbin x reader #han x reader #skz smau #stray kids fake texts #skz fake texts #skz fluff #stray kids fluff

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wrttenbyhan · 14 days ago

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geek gets the girl

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 :

popular girl!fem reader x geek/spiderman!han jisung

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 :

hey! my requests are officially open! you can ask me anything too!

you were the popular girl of seoul high school. cheerleader, friends with everyone, you had the whole package. han, on the other hand, was a total geek. he always carried a massive pile of educational books and read them during breaks and lunches. and because he was so nerdy, people would always pick on him.

but he had a secret that nobody knew. by day, he was just your regular nerd, but by night, han was no other than seoul's highly praised hero spiderman. he chose not to tell anyone about his secret persona, and to keep anonymous with his iconic mask.

today, you strutted into class with confidence, and your biology teacher paired you up with han to do a written project. upset that you weren't grouped up with your friends, you sat next to han. he smiles at you and waves. sure, he was a nerd. but this nerd was cute. well, anyhow, you needed to focus on your work.

“so,”

han mumbled, clearly nervous as hell to be working with the it girl of the school,

“we should probably start by planning the work before we write anything down.”

you nod, your bangs falling in front of your eyes, before flashing a smile. he smiled softly, glancing up from his notes to look at you. he seemed so nervous, and your presence was only making him more on edge.

“so i was thinking, since our topic’s on the human brain,”

he questioned, flipping through some pages of his notes to find the right one,

“we could start with writing down the different sections of the brain, and then describe what each section does?”

he offers, already writing down a few ideas with his pen. you were already getting quite bored, not being with your friends and all. you try and hold back a yawn, while replying,

“uh, yeah, sure..”

he looks up at you for a moment, noticing the lack of enthusiasm you had for the topic, and he frowns for a moment. why were you so dismissive? he tried not to let it bother him, and goes back to the task at hand instead.

“should we split the work in half? i’ll do half of the brain, and you do the other half?”

you weren’t really listening, since you were too busy daydreaming about spiderman, so you just nod in response, not really knowing what han said.

he noted at that moment that it was near impossible to get a conversation out of you since you were so dismissive, and it kind of bothered him. but he didn’t want to press on about it, so he just keeps quiet.

“alright. i’ll start with… the cerebrum,”

he says, starting to write down notes. you jolt up, confused as hell on what that was.

“the what now?”

he pauses at your question, his pen hovering midair. he blinks for a moment, a little surprised that you didn’t know what it was.

“...the cerebrum,”

he explained,

“it’s the largest part of the brain.”

you chuckle,

“o-oh, i knew that..!”

han raised his eyebrow slightly at your response, but decided not to question it. he continued jotting down notes instead.

“right…”

he starts writing again,

“anyways, the cerebrum is responsible for processing sensory information, and it controls things like… the central nervous system, motor functions.“

you didn't really want him to blabber on about some random part of the brain, so you swiftly replied,

“okay, well, i’m gonna do the frontal lobe.”

he nods, still a little bit confused at your lack of knowledge in biology. he was well-aware that you weren’t the brightest in academics, but seriously, you don’t know what the cerebrum is? he pushes that thought aside, and continues to take notes for his half.

after a moment, he glances at your notes on the frontal lobe.

“you know the difference between the frontal lobe and the occipital lobe, right?”

“what’s the occipital lobe..?”

he almost facepalmed, but he managed to hold himself back. how don’t you know what any of these are?

he rubs his temples and explains as he takes notes.

“the occipital… it’s the part of the brain responsible for visual processing. the frontal lobe makes decisions, controls voluntary behaviour, and manages emotions.”

you nod, finally remembering (not) what the difference between the two lobes were.

“ah, that thing!”

han almost let out another sigh. he was seriously so confused about why you don’t know this stuff. it’s basic knowledge. he went back to taking notes after that, trying to ignore your lack of intellectuality.

as you wrote, your hand bumped into han’s. his notes screech to a halt the second your hand touched his. he froze in place for a second in surprise, and his gaze drifted to your hand that was so lightly touching his. he almost forgot how to breathe for a moment.

he glanced down at your hand, and then at himself. his face was flushed a light red, now incredibly flustered at the feeling of your hand. he tried to focus on taking notes but with your hand so close to his, it was proving to be a struggle.

after a few moments of awkward tension between the two of you, his notes are still at a stand-still. his hands trembled a bit from the fact he was barely even focusing on his notes. he couldn’t help but constantly steal glances at your hand that was still lightly touching his, trying so hard to keep his composure in check.

eventually, your hand moved away, since you had to move onto the next page of your notebook. han can’t say that he wasn’t disappointed when your hand moved away. he almost wanted to reach out and grab your hand back, but he’s able to hold himself back. taking the deep breath, he tries to focus on his notes again, but that’s proving to be.. difficult.

“han?”

he was snapped out of his thoughts, and he looks up at you upon hearing his name.

“yeah?”

“does this make sense?”

you ask, showing him your work so far. he blinks, and looks over at the notes you took for the frontal lobe. after examining them for a moment, he nods softly.

“yeah, it makes sense. good job.”

hearing him praise you made you feel some sort of accomplishment, so you give him a big smile and keep writing, now in the right mindset to work.

han smiled softly, and he felt his cheeks heating up once more as he looked at your face. just looking at you was enough to leave his heart pounding like crazy. he pushed his notes aside, trying to compose himself.

“…anytime.”

he continues to look at you as you return to your work, admiring your face and your dedication. he could barely focus on his work anymore, his mind completely occupied with you. he lets out a soft sigh, and runs a hand through his hair, not realising that he was still so deeply flustered. he glances at you again, stealing a quick moment to take in all of your facial features. you were so damn cute.

at the end of class, and since it was last period, you decide to ask han,

“hey um.. do you want to come to my house for us to finish our work? or maybe we could go to yours?”

he almost forgot how to take a damn breath at the question. did you really just ask him to come to your house? he nods almost immediately, and replies almost too enthusiastically.

“uh, sure. we can go to my house if you want! my pleasure!”

you nod and he nodded as well, still trying to process the fact that you were going to be coming to his house. he began to pack up his stuff, and once he was done, he glanced over at you.

“ready to go?”

“yep!”

he grinned, and hoisted his bag over his shoulder.

“alright. let's go, then.”

he got up from his desk, and motioned for you to follow him.

as the two of you walked side by side, han struggled to keep his composure at the fact that the pretty and popular girl of the school was next to him right now. he kept stealing glances at you every few seconds, admiring your features. he didn't even realise how much time he was wasting just staring at you.

after what seemed like an excruciatingly long walk to han, the house finally came into view. he paused when they got in front of it and looked at you.

“well, this is my house... you can come in if you want. my parents aren't here, so... yeah.”

“nice house.”

he chuckles at your compliment. he hadn’t expected you of all people to be saying such a thing to him.

“thanks. c’mon, let’s go inside.”

he held the door open for you and he followed in after you, closing the door after him. once the two of you were inside, he turned to you,

“you can take a seat on the couch. i’m just gonna go to my room for a sec and grab something real quick, alright?”

you nodded and settled yourself in, grabbing your backpack and taking out all the things necessary for the project.

once han entered his room, he glanced over to his spiderman suit that was neatly hung up in the wardrobe. he knew he had to hide it so you wouldn’t find it. he was worried you’d find out his identity, so he tried to hide it between his regular-day clothes.

after that, he took a deep breath to try and calm his nerves. he made his way out of the room and into the living room, where you were sitting on the sofa. he smiled when he saw you and walked over to sit next to you.

after a long while of working on the project, you hear a blood-curdling scream. you look at han and he snaps out of his thoughts and frowns in concern, hearing the screams from outside.

“what the..?”

he looks over at the window, trying to see what was causing those noises. you sigh and tap him on the shoulder,

“hey, it’s okay, spiderman will save them.”

he freezes for a second, hearing you mention the name of his alter ego like that. he almost panics for a moment, but he quickly composes himself and looks at you.

“yeah.. right, he can handle it.”

he tries to sound casual, but inside he was absolutely losing his mind, since he was spiderman.

han heard the scream again, and he could tell that whoever was screaming definitely needed help. he looked at you, and internally panicked. what should he do? he couldn’t just leave you here on your own, but he had to go help. he made a split second decision and got up from the sofa.

“uh, i gotta go check on something real quick. i’ll be right back, alright?”

“sure!”

he rushed out the room and into his room, and shut the door.

“oh god, oh god, oh god..”

he muttered to himself, frantically opening the wardrobe to grab his spiderman suit. he changed into the suit as quickly as possible, putting on the mask and everything within a flash.

he rushed out of his room and quickly opened the window in the hallway, slipping out and onto the fire escape. he quickly swung out into the streets, heading toward the location of the screaming.

he swung along the rooftops, desperately trying to find the source of the screaming. the closer he got, the more he could hear the screams becoming more desperate and urgent. panic coursed through him at the thought of what might be happening to whoever needed help.

he finally spotted the scene, and his heart sank when he saw a woman being attacked by a group of men. adrenaline pumping through his veins, he gets down from the rooftop and lands in an alleyway, facing the thugs who were surrounding the poor woman.

he takes down the thugs without breaking a sweat, effortlessly dodging their punches and kicks. the thugs were no match for him, and eventually, they were all unconscious on the ground. he was breathing heavily from the adrenaline, but he could feel a wave a relief wash over him that he saved the woman in time.

“thank you, kind sir,”

the woman mumbles. han, or should i say spiderman, smiled softly behind the mask, and bowed his head to the woman in acknowledgment of her thanks. he made sure that she was alright before he turned away and swung back up to the rooftops once more.

he slipped in through the window and into his room, taking his mask off and letting out a huge sigh of relief. he changed out of his suit and back into his normal clothes, trying to calm his racing heart. that was way too close, way too close.

you were getting extremely worried. what was han doing in there? was he okay? so you called out,

“han? are you okay?”

he paused, and looked up when he hears you call out to him. he takes a moment to compose himself before responding, trying to keep his voice casual.

“y-yeah, i’m fine. why do you ask?”

“you’ve been in there for a while now.”

he rubs the back or his neck awkwardly, trying to come up with a quick excuse. he can’t tell you the fact that he just fought some bad guys in an alleyway..

“ah, yeah. i just needed to… use the bathroom. that’s all. heh..”

“oh, okay.”

he smiled weakly, hoping you’d bought the excuse. he felt a pang of guilt, lying to you so quickly and easily like that. he shook it off though, as he doesn’t have any choice but to keep this a secret from you. he walked back into the living room.

“anyway, sorry about that. let’s get back to work, yeah?”

“hey, can i borrow a pen from your room? mine ran out.”

he nodded at your request, he still felt nervous about what you might potentially find if he lets you go into his room on your own.

“sure, you can go in there and grab a pen. they’re in the first drawer in my desk.”

han watched as you got up and walked over to his room, and he immediately panics. what if you found his suit? that was the one thing he absolutely could not let you see. he tried to stay calm and casually watch you go into his room, internally praying that you wouldn’t look in the wrong places.

as you entered han’s room, the first thing your eyes landed on was the spiderman suit that was not-so neatly spread out over the bed. you freeze in your tracks, confusion and curiosity filling your mind.

“what the hell?”

your reaction had han jolted up from the sofa and rushing into his room to see what you were looking at. his face paled when he sees you looking at the suit, his heart dropping to his stomach at the thought of you discovering his secret.

but to his surprise, you say,

“you like to cosplay?”

he panics, desperately trying to think of an explanation for having a fully functional spiderman suit sitting on his bed.

“u-um, yeah! yeah, i like to cosplay...”

“cool.”

you say, before getting a pen out of han’s drawer. he let out a sigh of relief internally, glad that you seemed to have accepted the explanation so easily. he watched as you grabbed a pen from the drawer, and he slowly relaxed a bit at that fact you didn’t question it any further.

but suddenly, his spidey senses went off right before you even dropped the pen, and immediately he turned his head to you and caught the pen in an instant before it fell to the ground. he hands you the pen and you mumble,

“that was fast..”

he laughed awkwardly, still trying to keep up his composure in front of you. he rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly,

“y-yeah, i just... have good reflexes, i guess.”

he could see the suspicion slowly beginning to form in your expression, and he mentally panicked even more. he was trying so hard to keep his cool and act normal, but it was getting harder with each passing second. he had to think of something quick before you started asking too many questions, but it was too late.

“where’d you buy this costume?”

you ask, crossing your arms, making han feel like he was being interrogated. he was caught off guard by your question, and he stutters for a moment, trying to come up with a plausible answer.

“u-uh, i ordered it online. it was really expensive, but it's... top quality, y’know?”

you pressed on further,

“what store?”

he hesitated momentarily, racking his brain for a possible answer. he couldn’t tell you the truth, that’s for sure. so he blurted out the first retail store name that came to mind at that moment.

“uh, amazon. yeah, i got it on amazon.”

this time, you stay in silence. han let out a soft sigh of relief, internally thankful that you seemed to have accepted his answer without any doubt. he gave you an awkward smile, still trying to act nonchalant.

“yeah, so uh, you got the pen. i guess we should get back to studying, huh?”

“but not even amazon has such good quality like this,”

you say. han’s heart dropped at your reply, and he curses himself internally for picking such a bad lie. he's starting to panic even more now, trying desperately to come up with another excuse.

“uh, well... i, y'know... customized it a bit. yeah, i bought the base costume and then made some adjustments myself.”

as you stared longer, you noticed a few clumps of what seemed like spider webs on the fingers of the so-called costume, just like spiderman’s web.

“is that spider web on the fingers?”

damn. you noticed that little detail. he nodded in response, still trying to sound as casual as possible.

“yeah, i put that on there myself. it makes the costume look more realistic, y’know?”

even more suspicious, you raised your eyebrow. sure, han was always a bit nervous at times, but he was practically sweating at this point.

“are you.. who i think you are?”

his heart stopped, and he felt a wave of panic shoot through him at your question. he knew there was no way he could deny it now, not after everything that just happened. he hesitated for a moment before nodding slowly, his face pale with anxiety.

“y-yeah... i’m..”

he took a deep breath and spoke again, his voice barely above a whisper.

“...i’m spiderman.”

he stood there in silence after confessing his secret, waiting for your reaction. his heart was pounding so hard that he could hear the sound of his own blood rushing in his ears. he was terrified of what you might think of him now that you know the truth.

“you know,”

you say, getting confident now,

“i’ve always had a crush on spiderman, so i guess i have a crush on you now.”

his heart fluttered at your confession, and he blushed heavily as he processed your words. he couldn’t believe that you’re not just accepting his secret, but also admitting to having a crush on him.

“y-you... you’re not joking, right? this isn’t a prank or something?”

“you are so cute~”

his cheeks turned into an even deeper shade of red at your comment, and he felt a rush of emotions coursing through him. no one had ever called him cute before, especially not after knowing he was spiderman.

“you... you think i’m cute? really?”

han’s head snapped towards the sound of a window crashing, and his eyes widened with alarm. he instinctively put a hand on your arm, his expression turning serious.

“stay here. i need to check what that was.”

he quickly slipped into his spiderman suit, his mind focused on the situation at hand. he can’t help but feel worried about leaving you alone, but he shakes off the thought, knowing that he has a job to do.

he rushed out of his room and towards the source of the crash, his senses on high alert. he arrived at the scene in a matter of seconds, seeing that it was the result of a break in. the window was smashed open, glass scattered on the floor.

the intruder was caught off guard, and they turned around to face him. their eyes widened in surprise when they see the sight of spiderman in front of them. they quickly try to compose themselves and raise their hands in a surrendering gesture.

“i just... i was just looking for some money. i don’t want any trouble, i swear.”

han narrowed his eyes, not trusting a word the intruder says. he knew better than to let them off easily.

“yeah, right. i’ve heard that excuse before. what's your real motive here?”

the intruder tries to bolt out of the door, but han's quick reflexes and webbing stops him in his tracks. they look up to see spider-man hanging upside down on the roof, a smirk on his face.

“going somewhere?”

the intruder tries to break free from the webbing, but it's no use. they’re completely trapped.

“shit.. let me go, man! come on!”

han tsked at them, shaking his head in mock disappointment.

“nope, not happening. you’re not going anywhere until the cops get here.”

the intruder panicked when they heard the mention of cops, trying even harder to break free from the webbing.

“no no no, please don’t call the cops, man. i’ll do anything, please!”

he watched as the cops take away the intruder, feeling a sense of satisfaction that justice has been served. he turns his attention back to his surroundings, making sure everything is now safe and secure.

he glanced up towards his bedroom window and sees you standing there, watching him.

he chuckled softly as you came down to the porch, his heart skipping a beat at the sight of you being so close to him. he was still hanging upside down from the webbing, his eyes locked onto yours.

“you know, most people would be scared to approach me while i’m hanging upside down like this.”

you don’t know who or what possessed you to do so, but you kissed him, hard and deep, and full of passion.

han’s eyes widened in surprise as you kissed him, his heart skipping multiple beats at the unexpected action. the feeling of your lips on his was electric, and he completely forgets about being upside down for a moment. he kisses you back, his hand instinctively moving to your waist to pull you closer, the other still gripping the webbing.

he broke away from the kiss, panting slightly as he looked into your eyes. he couldn’t believe what just happened, and his cheeks were flushed with a mix of excitement and surprise.

“gosh... you... you really just did that.”

but you weren’t done with him yet. you tore the mask off of his face and kissed him yet again. he let out a soft gasp as you did so, his heart pounding in his chest. he was completely lost in the moment, his senses overwhelmed by the feeling of your lips on his again. he kissed you back hungrily, landing on the ground with a whoosh before wrapping his arms around you and pulling you even closer to him.

he couldn’t believe that this was happening, that you were actually kissing him like this. his mind was racing with a million thoughts, but none of them matter at the moment. all that mattered was the feeling of your lips on his, the warmth of your body against his.

after a while, han reluctantly pulled away, his and your lips were bruised as hell. han whispers,

"don’t you think it’s weird that i’m spiderman? or.. i don't know, too much to handle?”

“no, it’s cool.”

he let out a sigh of relief, feeling a weight lifted off his shoulders. he was expecting a lot of different reactions, but this was definitely not one of them.

“i’m... i’m glad. i was kinda worried you’d be freaked out, or think i’m a total freak for being spiderman.”

“it’s still kind of strange how you’re completely different at school.”

he chuckled softly, running a hand through his hair nervously.

“yeah, well, sometimes the really hot girl needs to know that the really geeky guy.. isn’t just a geeky guy.”

you chuckled,

“you’re calling me really hot now, huh?”

he blushed slightly at his own words, realizing what he just said.

“m-maybe i did..”

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seungiesz · 2 months ago

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n side!

han jisung x gn!reader

genre: angst (with a happy ending)

word count: 578

authors note: i get a lot of inspo from songs. so enjoy this one inspired by “n side” by steve lacy !

You sat at the edge of your bed,the soft hum of the city drifting in through the window. You picked up your phone from the nightstand, the glow from the screen casting a faint light across your face.

Another message from Jisung, his name lighting up the screen.

It had been weeks since you two last spoke. Your finger hovered over the reply button, but your mind couldn’t decide what to do.

The words from his text echoed in your head. It was so Jisung—confident, yet vulnerable in his own way. He always had a way of breaking your walls down, making you feel as though maybe things weren’t as complicated as they seemed. But this time, you knew it wasn’t that simple.

You thought back to your last conversation with Jisung—awkward and strained, unspoken words hanging between the two of you. You had told him you needed space, needed time to figure out what the two of you were.

But you missed him. Missed the way his smile made you feel like everything could be okay. You missed how he’d pull you close on the couch, his fingers tracing circles on your skin while you listened to music together. Those moments were the best part of your days.

You grabbed your sweater and stepped out into the night. The cool breeze kissed your face, and for the first time in a while, the weight on your chest felt a little lighter. You knew what you had to do.

Nervousness grew as you got closer to his apartment. You knew this probably wasn’t the best idea. Jisung had made it clear he never wanted a relationship, but when he called you his one and only, you always wondered what could be.

You didn’t even know if Jisung would be home. There was a part of you that hoped he was—hoping that maybe, just maybe, you could figure things out.

When you reached his door, you hesitated for a moment, heart pounding. Then, without looking back, you knocked.

Jisung opened the door almost immediately. His eyes were tired, but there was that familiar warmth behind them, the one that always made you feel like you were home.

You both stood there, a foot apart, neither of you speaking. The space between you two felt suffocating yet comforting. It was like you were standing on the edge of something neither of you were quite ready for.

“You said you wanted to talk?” you asked, the words slipping out before you could stop them. You weren't sure if you meant it as a question or a statement, but Jisung heard the hesitation in your voice.

He smiled, a soft, almost hesitant smile, and reached out to take your hand. "I’ve been thinking about you... about us." he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

You felt your heart skip a beat. Letting out a quiet laugh, the tension in your shoulders easing just a little.

“I guess… I’d just really like to know if,” you said, stepping closer to him, your hand still in his. "You feel the same way about me, as I feel about you."

Jisung nodded, his thumb brushing the back of your hand, his touch grounding you in that moment. "I really do baby. I'm sorry it took me a bit, but I do."

You smiled at him, a soft, warming smile. You saw that he meant it, and that inside you both felt the same.

#lila’s writings #stray kids imagines #han jisung #han x reader #stray kids jisung #stray kids #skz drabbles #skz x reader #skz fluff #skz imagines #skz

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moonchild9350 · 26 days ago

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Perfect Love

summary: you and Jisung work together and he has two secrets: one that he really likes you and two he has a secret at home…his clone

pairing: Jisung x fab!reader x clone!Jisung

genre: sci fi au, coworkers to lovers, fluff, angst, smut-18+MDNI

word count: 8.2k

warning: spanking, unprotected sex (don't), creampies, squirting, clit play, voyerism, multiple rounds, nipple play, alcohol usage, other things essential to the plot i don't want to spoil

notes: andddd it's here, another part of the clone anthology series. this is standalone and you do not have to read the part one, but if you want to do so, it's linked below. let me know what you think!

if you enjoyed please like, comment, and reblog ♡

Perfect Copy | General Masterlist

You love routine. You need routine. It’s what keeps you grounded and level headed as you go through this journey that we call life. Without it there’d be chaos, your life twisted, which is something you’d like to avoid at all cost if possible.

It’s a Monday morning and another work week is upon you, filled with meetings, projects, and listening to your clients harp on how slow you are at your job. You promptly get up and begin to make the bed, ensuring all of the wrinkles are smoothed down and pillows are fluffed and properly placed. Your stuffies that consist of a kitten and seal are placed strategically, each slightly catacornered so they can face each other accordingly.

You make your way to the bathroom and begin your routine, brushing your teeth, brushing and styling your hair, completing your skin routine followed by putting on your concoction of makeup creating the perfect neutral look. Satisfied with your appearance, you begin to put on your outfit that was carefully picked out the night before.

A beautiful ensemble of various shades of blue and beige, perfectly selected to impress the new client you would be meeting with. You loved to match your outfits to your clients personalities and if you’ve worked with them before, the genre that they most often worked with, wanting them to feel as if you are a good fit for them. After all, they are entrusting their work with you, relying on you to perfect and polish it so the mass of people will buy it.

You are an editor for Paperweight Publishing Company, a profession you truly can say you enjoy, unlike most of your colleagues. You love spending your day speaking with clients and reading the words they have carefully put down, often getting sucked into the world they have created.

As you fill your travel mug with warm coffee, you take a whiff of the aroma, smiling at the anticipation of tasting the nutty goodness on your tongue. Grabbing your work bag and keys, you exit your apartment, stepping into the rather shabby hallway. You may romanticize your life within the walls of your home, however, that feeling instantly fades away once you leave your little abode and enter the outside world.

The early morning hours are spent navigating the busy sidewalks, your heels steadily click clacking against the concrete and your coffee sloshing in your mug as you push through the horde of people on their way to their jobs as well. You are thankful it is a warm, sunny day, making your journey more bearable.

However, as the large, gray building comes into view, you feel your spirits begin to lift as you bubble with anticipation and excitement. You greet the security guard, something you always did as he would look out for you on your many nights spent late in the office.

Within seconds you were in an elevator, the box carrying you up to the fifthteenth floor where you spend majority of your day reading and typing away and getting to see him.

You spot your target in question preparing a cup of coffee at the beverage station, dressed to the nines. You smile briefly as you get to spend another day with him.

Han Jisung.

Another editor within the office, one that you have worked with on some occasions. His cubicle is right next to yours, where you can hear him typing away or clicking his tongue, a habit you notice he does when he’s frustrated or stressed.

He definitely fit the part, that’s for sure. Jisung always wore nice slacks with casual shirts, the fabric showing off his slim figure, one that you would kill for yourself. His hair was always slicked back with a tendril of hair dangling in his face, making him look cute and irresistible. His cheeks were round, almost full and eyes as big as saucers that shine as bright as the sun whenever he spoke to you. To top off his look, he wore a pair of glasses, the black rims perched perfectly on his button nose.

He was adorable, cute, and infuriatingly smart, so much so that clients would ask for him by name hoping to acquire his excellent services.

The best thing however, or at least to you, was that you knew his biggest secret: that he liked you. You see it in his eyes when he approaches you, the way he bites his bottom lip as he considers his next words that usually comes out in a jumble of nonsense. You see it in his gestures, how he lightly places a hand on your lower back as he ushers you into the meeting room or the elevator, a gentle smile on his round face.

On many occasions, Jisung has also brought you coffee, fixed just how you like with cream and no sugar and not too hot that you’d burn your tongue. Yes, Han Jisung likes you and does a terrible job at hiding it, but this just delights you more as it makes it easier to tease him and occasionally flirt with the man.

Because let’s face it, you like him too.

“Good morning y/n!” Jisung says cheerily, peeping over the divider that separates your desk from his. “Have a good weekend?”

“Morning Ji, I did,” you say with a smirk, not missing the blush that creeps up his cheeks at the nickname you gave him.

“Uh…t…that’s good,” he squeaks before disappearing from view to sit down.

You snicker and log in to pull up your calendar for the day. It’s a pretty light day for a Monday, with the meeting with the new client being the only time consuming task on your list.

“Let’s knock this out,” you think as you pull up the last work you were editing before the weekend began.

It was easy to get lost in the paragraphs, your eyes carefully roaming line after line, making sure thoughts were complete and grammar was perfect, making suggestions where you saw fit. This story was a good one, a thriller that left you hanging by a thread as you contemplated who stole the precious jewels from the centuries old manor.

You were just about to finish up the second to last chapter when there was a soft knock, the noise startling you out of your little world you were just in. You peered over your shoulder to see Jisung gazing at you shyly, a cup of coffee in his hands.

“Thought you may need this,” he said and quickly walked over to your desk to set it down.

“Thanks, I could definitely use the caffeine,” you said as you rubbed your eyes.

Jisung chuckled but the laughter quickly died down as he watched you bring the cup to your lips and take a sip, your eyes closing as you savored the warm drink. He was whipped, completely and utterly whipped.

He remembers the first day you started working here, all confidence and smiles, completely stealing his heart. You were absolutely stunning with your long hair and beautiful body that he’d love to reach out and touch. Does your skin feel as soft as it looks? Does every inch of you smell as sweet as your perfume that he gets whiff of every morning when you walk in the office?

Jisung believes it all to be true.

He finds little opportunities throughout the day to speak to you or be near you, the latter not hard as your desk was next to his merely separated by a thin divider. The only issue is he clams up whenever he gets near you, his pulse quickens and sweat beads his brow, his hands feel clammy and he’s sure he sweats through his shirt.

He nearly passes out whenever you tease him, give him fleeting glances, or when you purr at him, your voice soft and sweet drifting through his ears like silk. Yes, he’s whipped for you.

Jisung doesn’t think you know of his crush on you, at least he hopes you don’t. He’d be devastated and embarrassed, so he really hopes he’s not obvious in his encounters with you. Besides, there’s no way you would like him back, especially with the secret he has.

“Earth to Jisung!” You say, snapping him out of his reverie.

He blinks and shakes his head, noticing the smirk that’s plastered on your face as you grip the coffee cup tightly. He feels his cheeks heat up and his heart race at his negligence.

“I’m sorry, what did you say?” He murmurs as he shifts his weight from side to side.

“I asked how is the project going?”

“Oh, pretty good. Mrs. Newman is pretty pleased with the edits so far and has been prompt with her responses. I think I’ll be done with the first edit by the end of the week.

You nodded and seemed pleased. He definitely didn’t want to seem incompetent in your eyes. He loved his job, loved helping others achieve their dreams of writing and publishing a book, it was no easy feat after all.

“Good, good. You were a good match for her,” you said.

“I think so too.”

“Well, I should get back to work. I have a deadline coming up myself. Thanks for the coffee and chat.”

Jisung nodded and watched as you swiveled to face your computer, your fingers tapping away at once on the keyboard. He took a deep breath and let it out before walking back to his desk and settling in, pulling his laptop close to get to work. Jisung will find a way to get to know you better. He’ll need to be on the look out for anything going on the weekend so that you two could hang out. — — You sigh as you come across a particular tough spot in the paragraph, your fingers tapping on your desk as you pondered if you liked the sentence structure. You took a sip of the coffee Jisung brought you, draining the last of it in one go. It was thoughtful of him to bring you a cup, especially since it helped revive you a little.

He was definitely trying to find a way to talk with you, that much you knew and you’re pretty sure he was thinking about you. You remembered the glazed look he adapted on his face as he stared at you, watching you take sips of coffee in between words. You loved watching him in these moments, wondering what part of you he was thinking about. Was it your hair? Your outfit? Your body? Maybe one day you’d find out.

Until then, you had a novel to finish editing and it wasn’t going to happen by itself. However, a quick look at your watch made you think otherwise, as you had to make it to your meeting. Saving your work, you gathered your laptop and hurried to the meeting room, smiling as you noticed your new client was already seated.

You closed the door and settled down before beginning your speech on how you work, deadlines, and what to expect if you take them on. Your client seemed impressed and enthusiastic, wanting to sign right away. You gladly accepted and produced the documents they’d need to sign.

Once the meeting was over, you bid your leave and left to go back to your desk, a soft smile on your face. Another client and another successful day. You were very pleased and wanted to celebrate, but didn’t know what you could do.

As you approached your desk, you noticed a folded up piece of paper, your name written in sloppy yet neat letters. Opening up the paper, you noticed it was a note, a short message scribbled on the lines.

‘Y/n, how would you like to go to a party with me this weekend? -Jisung’

You grinned as your heart skipped a beat. What was this, middle school? You found it cute however, knowing he probably wrote the note over a few times before settling on what is now written.

Sitting down, you grabbed a pen and wrote ‘yes’ in delicate letters before folding it back up and then sliding it through the crack in the wall. You heard Jisung jump and then a rustle of paper. There was silence for a moment and then a little yelp. You chuckled to yourself as he must have been shocked by your answer.

You began to check your emails when you heard a soft knock behind you and then a little cough.

“Um, y/n?”

You turned around in your chair and eyed the man standing in the entrance way. He turned his gaze upwards as he took a breath and then let out it.

“About this weekend, the party is on Friday. I’ll pick you up at seven?”

“Sounds good Ji,” you said with a smile.

Jisung made a sound in the back of his throat and backed away, running into the wall in the process. You tried not to laugh as he quickly scurried away in embarrassment. This weekend was perfect as you wanted to celebrate your success of the week and a party was the perfect place to do so.

Jisung was nervous. He’s already had to change his shirt twice due to the sweat that kept accumulating on his skin. However, he willed himself to get it together and so far, everything has been good. He checks his outfit in the mirror, satisfied with the slim fitted shirt he chose with his jeans and sneakers.

He fixed a stray piece of hair and grabbed his wallet and keys and was about to head out of the door before he stopped in his tracks, forgetting to let the other member of the household know he was leaving. They were no where in sight and time was passing by. He’d be late if he wasted any more time, so he found a piece of paper and scribbled a quick note stating where he was going.

Leaving the note on the kitchen table, Jisung left the penthouse and made his way to his car. The ride to your apartment was not long as you lived only twenty minutes away. As Jisung pulled up, he spotted you standing in front of your building, your head turning left and right as you looked out for his car.

As Jisung parked the car by the curb, he took a moment to take you in. You were beautiful in your outfit, more stunning than ever. His mouth hung open as he eyed your curves, accentuated by the dress you were wearing. He felt a warmth in his belly, the blood rushing down to his cock.

Jisung took a deep breath and let it out, trying to calm himself. The last thing you needed to see as you got in his car was his soon to be boner. As you opened the car door, a rush of cool air filled the car, rustling Jisung’s hair as you got in.

“Hey Ji. Don’t you look nice,” you purred as you settled in.

“Th..thanks,” Jisung muttered as he focused his attention on the road.

He carefully pulled away from the curb and began to drive, his hands holding the steering wheel so tight, his knuckles were turning white.

You took an opportunity to look at the man next to you, eyeing how he had an iron grasp on the wheel and little beads of sweat on his forehead. The poor boy was nervous you could tell and that delighted you.

‘Tonight was going to be fun,’ you thought as you adjusted yourself on the seat, your dress riding up your thighs slightly.

You smirked as you heard Jisung inhale softly, his hands squeezing the wheel even tighter. He didn’t say anything the whole ride, which was fine to you as you came up with your game plan.

As Jisung pulled up to your destination, you couldn’t help but be in awe of the house. There was a large lawn sprawling with people, some hanging around and chatting, others dancing as music poured out of the house. Jisung helped you out of the car and guided you to the entrance, his hand warm on your lower back.

Inside, the place was crowded, with people packed everywhere. Music blared from speakers hidden somewhere in the house, the base so loud, the house felt like it was vibrating. The atmosphere was electrifying you had to admit and you could feel the excitement brewing, as you were ready to let go and enjoy the night.

Jisung guided you further within the crowd until you approached the kitchen, his eyes on the spread of liquor that was on the counter.

“What would you like?” He asked, turning to face you with a questioning gaze.

“Hmm, rum and coke please Ji.”

Jisung nodded and walked over to the table and grabbed a cup. He swiftly made your drink and handed it to you which you accepted graciously. Taking a sip, you relaxed as it burned down your throat and settled nice and warm in your stomach. Jisung grabbed his drink and faced you with a big grin on his face.

“So…”

“Jisung! You made it!”

You turned toward the new voice, deep but loud in the crowd. A blond haired man with a wide grin bounded up to you two, his eyes sparkling even in the dim lighting.

“Felix,” Jisung replied sheepishly.

“And who is this? Wait, don’t tell me this is the famed y/n!”

You regarded Felix for a moment, scrutinizing his face and taking in the freckled that littered his baby face. Then you turned to Jisung and stared at him questioningly with your eyebrows raised.

Jisung blushed and looked down before clearing his throat.

“Yes it is. Felix this is y/n, y/n this is Felix.”

“I knew it! Wow, they really are gorgeous. I mean look at you, you are absolutely stunning in that outfit!”

You smiled and thanked Felix, relaxing in his presence. How could you not with his sunshine personality.

“Well, I’ll leave you to it. Nice to meet you y/n and talk to you later Jisung.”

Felix turned on his heels and scurried away, blending in with the crowd.

“Sorry about that. Felix can be….very enthusiastic.”

“That’s okay Ji, he seemed nice,” you replied with a gentle smile letting Jisung know it was okay.

He smiled back and then gestured to the dance floor. “Wanna dance?”

“Mhmm. Let’s finish our drinks and maybe grab one more or two and then go?”

“Sure thing. Whatever you want,” Jisung said as he stepped closer to you.

You downed the rest of your drink and poured yourself another. It wasn’t long before you felt a little tipsy, your body feeling light and the man in front of you seeming even more appealing. Jisung kept up with you and you could tell he was a little tipsy as well.

With each passing moment, he scooted closer to you, his big boba eyes on you, taking you in. He really was gorgeous with his heart shaped lips and muscular frame. Your eyes kept darting down to what looked like a tattoo peeking out of his shirt. You wondered what it was of, the design seeming intricate from what you could visualize.

His voice was like honey, sweet to your ears as he spoke, chatting away about something or another. You honestly stopped paying attention ages ago, opting to stare at the man in front of you and memorize his features so you could lock it into your brain.

Jisung was rambling, he knew he was as he was nervous, his heart pounding in his chest. He was definitely not sober anymore, his head feeling like it was floaty and more words spilling out of his mouth. You were staring at him, your eyes darting around his face as if you were looking for something. He took sip after sip of his drink and kept talking. Damn, why couldn’t he shut up.

He could tell you weren’t paying attention but you continued to listen to him, bringing your drink to your lips to take a sip. He felt his heart flutter each time, his mind wandering to how your lips would feel on his. Maybe he could find out? You seemed interested and you both were slowly gravitating towards each other as the tension rose between you two.

Jisung watched you down your drink and he did the same. He took your cup and set it aside along with his. As the music continued to play and those around you danced, shouted, and laughed, he walked closer to you. So close he could feel the heat radiating off of your body, feel your warm breath on his face laced with the scent of the coconut rum that you were just drinking.

He swallowed before closing the gap and pressing his lips to yours, softly, gently, the music fading out as he focused on you. You eagerly responded as you wrapped your arms around his neck and his around your waist, pulling you even closer until his body was pressed against yours.

Your fingers drifted through the little hairs at his neck, teasing and pulling as Jisung deepened the kiss. The music played, people talked, but you two paid no attention. Time passed as you two made out, the tension growing, the tendrils wrapping around you two and the heat rising.

You let out a moan against his lips as he pressed his knee against your pussy, applying the slightest pressure that made your body tingle with pleasure. He did it again and again until you were gasping, whimpering ‘please’ over and over, you body grinding against him. You could feel his bulge, nice and thick, as he rocked his hips into you, his breath coming out in puffs of air as he nipped at your lips.

Jisung pulled away to rest his forehead against yours before murmuring, “Let’s find somewhere quiet yeah?”

He pulled away and grabbed your hand to guide you away from the kitchen, through the crowd and up the stairs until you got to a hallway. You could tell he was in a hurry, desperate to get you alone and devour you. Door after door he tried until one opened, the space dark and empty.

Jisung pulled you in and slammed the door, locking it behind him. He didn’t bother with the lights but instead pulled you to the bed before bending you over until you front pressed against the soft sheets.

You could hear him panting, the sound of his zipper and pants lowering. You felt his hands on your back, his fingers drawing patterns only he knew down your spine until he got to your ass. You yelped as his hand came down on the flesh, before the fabric was lifted to expose you.

“Damn baby, so wet,” he murmured, his fingers touching and pressing against your soaked panties.

You were wet, incredibly so. But how could you not be with how he has been teasing you, touching you, kissing you. You needed him and you weren’t too shy or proud to beg.

“Fuck me Ji,” you cooed getting on your hands and knees so you could look back at him.

Your eyes drifted down to his cock, now in his hands as he slowly stroked the shaft. He was average length but thick, his hand barely able to wrap around his length. You smiled as he stepped closer, his free hand reaching out to drag your panties down your thighs.

“Spread your legs baby,” he said as he stared at your pussy, his eyes widening as he watched your labia spread open with the movement.

He groaned as he watched a string of your arousal drip down, his mind going crazy at how beautiful you were.

“Pretty pussy,” he groaned as he brought his tip to your entrance, brushing it up and down your folds and gathering your slick on his cock.

Your breath caught as you felt the tip breach your entrance, his length spreading you open. You breathed in and out, in and out, willing yourself to relax as he pushed in, slowly inch by inch until he was fully sheathed inside you. He stilled, his hands rubbing soothing circles on your back and your ass.

You felt full, the pain turning you on even more. “Move Ji, please,” you begged, needing to feel him even more.

Jisung didn’t wait any longer but instead pulled back until he was almost out and then slammed his hips into yours, causing you to shriek. He adapted a fast pace, his hands griped your ass tight, his fingers digging into your skin so hard you knew it would leave a mark.

He fucked you hard and fast, his moans tumbling from his lips as he chanted your name. God you felt good, your pussy wrapped around him, pulling him in with each thrust. Jisung glanced down, watching his cock slide in and out of your pussy, your ass jiggling as his pelvis collided with the flesh.

He wasn’t going to last long, but by the sound of it, he could tell you weren’t either.

“Ah Ji!” You moaned as you felt your orgasm build, the familiar warmth building and spreading slowly but steadily throughout your core.

“Come with me baby, please, please,” Ji whimpered as he increased his pace even more, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the room mixed with the cacophony of both of your moans.

As he gripped you harder, you let go, your high hitting you hard. Your cries were music to Jisung’s ears and your walls pulsing around his cock pushed him over the edge. He let out a loud groan as he filled you with his cum, stilling his hips so you could take it all.

Your high slowly ebbed away and you began to feel tired, exhaustion taking over from the mixture of alcohol and your orgasm. Your eyes fluttered as you felt Jisung withdraw his cock, his cum seeping out of your hole.

You were in and out of consciousness, only slighly aware of him cleaning you up and redressing your lower half. You felt him lay you down on your side gently, the bed dipping as he moved to lay down next to you. Before you slipped off into a deep sleep, you felt his arms wrap around your waist, his thumb rubbing circles into your hips.

And everything went black.

Your head was pounding, the pain radiating across your skull and to your eyes. You felt sore all over. What the hell happened? You willed your brain to catch up, to think back to the night before. You went to a party with Jisung and you both talked and kissed and he fucked you.

Your eyes flew open, an action you immediately regretted as the bright light of the room blinded you and sent a sharp pain throughout your head. You groaned and slowly opened your eyes again only to be met with Jisung who was perched on the side of you, his eyes on you as he stared intently.

“Ji?” You questioned, wondering why he was looking at you like he was fascinated and in awe of you.

The more you looked at him however, you noticed some things were off. His eyes were slightly larger, the brown orbs that you’ve come to love baring down on you as if he was staring into your soul. His hair was different too as it seemed shorter and straighter.

“Are you okay?” Jisung asked as he continued to gaze at you.

You eyed the man next to you, who seemed completely fine and not affected by last nights activities. You took the opportunity to quickly look around, taking in the large space before you. You were lying on a couch, the cushions soft and comfy. There were large windows on the far end of the room, the sunlight pouring in and causing your headache to get worse.

“I got you some water and painkillers,” Jisung said as he grabbed a bottle of medicine and a cup filled with water.

He shook out two of the pills and handed them to you followed by the glass. You accepted the items and tipped the pills into your mouth and gulped down the water, the liquid sliding down nicely as you were parched.

“I’ll make you some breakfast once you’re ready.”

You stared at him as he smiled at you, the action seeming so…mechanic. Something seemed off about him. Why wasn’t he suffering from a hangover like you? Why did he seem so…robotic?

“Okay…” you said cautiously as you gripped your glass tighter.

You adjusted yourself on the couch, jumping slightly as Jisung scooted even closer to you. What the hell is going on?

“Ji, what are you…”

But your words died down as Jisung rounded the corner, his hair wet after a shower. He had on sweat pants and a t-shirt, and was pulling a hoodie over his head as he walked.

You looked at the man kneeled next to you and then to Jisung who was coming closer with a smile on his face when he noticed you were awake. You must be dreaming…you had to be because there were two Jisung in front of you and that is just not possible.

“What the hell is going on?” You shrieked as you jumped off the couch, the jisung who was next to you toppling over onto the floor. “There’s two of you?!”

“Y/n! Wait! I can explain!” The other Jisung pleaded, his eyes large and worry etched on his face.

You shook your head and looked for your bag and shoes. Finding them, you grabbed them and ran for the door, your fingers fumbling on the locks. You needed to get out of here and fast because you were obviously losing your mind.

“Please, y/n! Please let me explain. There are two of us! This is my clone y/n. please don’t leave.”

You froze in place as you listened to Jisung’s words. His clone? The fuck. Is that even possible? No, definitely not. This wasn’t some sci-fi movie. You jumped as you felt a hand on your shoulder.

Slowly you turned around to see who you assumed was the original Jisung look at you with pleading eyes. The other Jisung, the clone was standing next to the couch, their gaze locked on you once more.

“Please…” Jisung softly said, giving your shoulder a squeeze.

You were curious, wondering how this was possible. There was only one way to find out and that was to hear Jisung out.

“Okay.” — — A little while later, you were perched nervously on the edge of a bar stool in his expansive kitchen, as he sat in front of you and the clone standing rod straight next to both of you. You sat silently waiting, as you sure as hell wasn’t going to be the one to start this conversation. Jisung seemed to be considering something or pondering how he wanted this to go as his face was scrunched up, his teeth biting his bottom lip over and over.

Finally he looked up and took a breath before saying, “First, welcome to my penthouse. We were both pretty intoxicated last night so I had him pick us up.”

You briefly glanced at the clone but quickly looked away as he was giving you a gentle smile.

“This is my clone, I call him J. He was special made as I was curious as to how it would be with a clone. I love it and think everyone should have one, I mean look how handy he was last night.”

You had no idea that there were people out there buying clones for their personal use, the thought only in books and movies, or so it seemed. But here one was, an exact replica of Jisung, the man you’ve worked with for years.

“You know I like you y/n, I mean how can I not. You’re smart, funny, and absolutely stunning. And it got me thinking, maybe you can be not only my partner but J’s too, yeah? What do you say?”

Date both of them, two Jisung’s? You felt a little uneasy, the concept new and foreign but there was a slight appeal to it as well. Two lovers, both the same person, same body…same mind?

You looked up to see a hopeful look on Jisung’s face, his big boba eyes wide and staring into your eyes, his lips slightly parted in anticipation of your answer. You then turned to catch J’s gaze, how he was staring at you intently, seeming to anticipate your answer as well. This was definitely an odd situation, but you liked odd and were always willing to try new things.

You gave a brief nod and Jisung jumped up excitedly to pull you into a bone crushing hug. You giggled at his enthusiasm and wrapped your arms tightly around him as well. Your hug was cut short however, as Jisung pulled away just to crush his lips to yours in a passionate kiss.

You melted against him, playing with the tendrils of hair at the nape of his neck, smirking against his lips as he let out a low groan. His body was pressed against yours, his cock semi hard against your thigh causing your pussy to clench in want.

“Let’s take this to the bedroom hmm?” Jisung purred.

It was a flurry of movement as you both rushed to his room, your eyes darting to each room you passed. You didn’t hear J behind you, hot on your heels until you all were in Jisung’s room. You were pushed onto the plush bed, Jisung pouncing on you in the next moment, his hands everywhere as he attempted to get your clothes off.

As he was pressing wet kisses to your neck and squeezing your breasts, you couldn’t help but noticed J standing in the corner, his eyes full of lust on you.

“Umm Ji, what about him?” You asked as you attempted to push Jisung away.

“Don’t worry about him baby, let’s let him watch yeah?”

Let him watch? You eyed the man standing in the corner and took in his stance, his mouth slightly parted and a bulge starting to form in his sweats. As J bit his lip, you let out a moan succumbing to the predicament you found yourself in.

You turned your attention back to Jisung, who at some point had removed his clothes, his toned chest and dusky brown nipples present. Your eyes roamed his chest and landed on his tattoos, delicately placed on his chest which made you gasp. You ran your fingers over the designs, watching as Jisung let out a shaky breath, his eyes closing as you touched him.

“Mmm feels so good,” he sighed as he opened his eyes to find yours.

“Yeah? My pussy feels even better,” you cooed, smiling as you watched him stroke his cock, his wrist enveloping the head with a squelch.

Jisung pushed your legs apart and sheathed himself inside you in one fluid motion before he set the pace, snapping his hips sharp but slow, so his cock could reach deeper within your walls. You cradled him to your chest as he let out a whimper, playing with his hair as you eyed J in the corner.

You smiled as you caught his bottom lip trembling, his eyes wide as he watched Jisung fuck you, his hands reaching down to grip at his cock within his pants. However, he’d quickly drop them to his side as if he were in trouble, his eyes sparkling as tears formed in them.

“Come here J,” you said, your heart going out to the clone.

J scrambled over quickly and stopped at the edge of the bed, his eyes on yours as you bit your lip. He felt like he was going crazy as he stared at your beautiful face, scrunched up in pleasure. His cock was hard and leaking and he wanted nothing more than to be inside you. Maybe if he’s good, Jisung will let him fuck you, make you scream his name instead.

“Stand there and watch J, watch as I fuck our girl.”

J let out a whimper but watched nonetheless as Jisung thrusted within you over and over. You were close, the thought of J coming in his pants at the sight of you being fucked spurring you on as you felt your high build, steadily until you let go, your pussy spasming around Jisung’s cock.

“That’s it baby, cream around my cock,” Jisung grunted before he crashed his lips to yours.

He kissed you gently, lazily as he came inside you, rocking his hips into you, causing you to whine out at the feeling of his warm cum coating your walls. Once he emptied the last of his cum within you, he withdrew with a smirk, his eyes traveling down to your pussy, stuffed with his seed.

“They’re all yours J,” Jisung said as he stepped aside, sliding his pants back on quickly just to sit on the bed, placing your head on his lap.

J slid his sweats and boxers off, his cock finally free from its confines. You smirked as you took in his length, thick just like the real Jisung and leaking with precum. He stepped between your legs and focused his gaze on your pussy, his eyes dilating at the sight of your engorged clit, red and puffy as your slick mixed with Jisung’s cum slid down your ass.

“Go on J, touch em, make em feel good,” Jisung said from behind you.

J slowly reached a finger out and pressed it to your clit, his cock twitching as you moaned. He applied more pressure and began to circle the bud, his eyes on yours as you succumbed to the pleasure. You whimpered as his finger slipped from how wet you were, the sensation ebbing briefly before returning as he was eager to continue pleasuring you.

Jisung grinned as he watched his clone touch you, proud that he was letting his instincts take over. However, he wanted you squirming under his grasp and begging, so he urged J to go ahead and fuck you, to make you feel really good.

You eagerly watched as brought his cock to your entrance and pushed, a loud groan falling from his lips. He felt good, just like Jisung, the thought driving you insane. He began to thrust his hips, albeit sloppily at first before finding a good rhythm.

Steady moans left your lips as J fucked you and Jisung played with your breasts, brushing his fingers against your nipples and sending shocks of pleasure through your body. You watched J’s face, taking in his eyes, wild with lust. His eyes were glued to where his cock was disappearing into your hole, mesmerized by how you were sucking him in.

He suddenly brought his finger to your clit once more and rubbed hard and fast, grinning as you squealed and squirmed, the sensation becoming too much. However, Jisung held you tight against him, so you had no where to run, leaving you at the mercy of J’s cock and fingers.

It didn’t take long for your orgasm to hit, your release gushing out at the overstimulation as J didn’t slow down but instead picked up the pace as he chased his high. His moans rose in pitch until he let out a deafening groan, stilling his hips against yours as he released himself within you, his breath heavy as he closed his eyes in ecstasy.

“So good,” Jisung murmured in awe as he watched the two of you come down from your highs. “Let’s get you cleaned up yeah?”

You laid there as both men took care of you, closing your eyes as they cooed and pressed sweet kisses to your cheeks, lips, neck, until you were clean. Jisung tucked you into bed and pressed a kiss to your head before you drifted off to sleep, completely exhausted from the afternoons activities.

And so your life changed, your routine looking different now. Instead of waking up alone, you had either Jisung or J next to you, sheathing their cocks within your walls and rutted into you slowly as they whispered sweet nothings in your ear.

You left for wrk with Jisung, both of you discussing your projects and clients, and spending late nights together just to go home to find a warm meal waiting, cooked by none other than J himself. You became used to the clone around the house, finding the subtle differences between the two men to distinguish between them, such as the way J walked with long strides but yet cautious, his movements always seeming mechanical.

Jisung showed you how to update the clone, to ensure his hardware ran smoothly, and wouldn’t malfunction. He answered all of your questions and was patient with you, always showering you with kisses afterwards. Every time you asked him about where he got the clone made however, Jisung would dodge the question, changing the subject immediately. You found that odd, but maybe he was sparing you from the details due to the process.

You lived a life in luxury, getting used to the views from the penthouse, watching the sunrise from the balcony on days off, succumbing to the seduction of your boyfriends as they made love to you as you watched. You couldn’t believe the turn of events, having everything you could have ever wanted in your career and love life.

But, you always knew to accept things at face value, to understand that after many sunny days, storms will come.

Both Jisung and J were out, shopping for the month as they always do, leaving you behind to have some time to yourself. You were browsing the shelves in Jisung’s office, gazing at the many books that you knew were only there for show. There were some good titles there however, and you felt sad that they had never been touched or opened so others could get lost within its pages.

You came across an interesting looking title and pulled it from the shelf, deciding settle in and read while the boys were gone. Surely Jisung wouldn’t mind you borrowing one of his books right?

You made yourself some tea and settled into the couch, draping a blanket across your legs and opened the book, just for a bunch of papers to slide out. Startled, you froze for a moment, slightly panicking that you had ruined the book. The longer you stared at the pages however, you noticed that it seemed like a document of sorts, one that seemed pretty important.

But why was it tucked away in a book and not in a folder?

You picked up the papers and read over its contents, disbelief filling you as you came to realize what it was.

“Take this clone in exchange for your services…” “They will be sitting at the cafe this Sunday in jeans and a black shirt…” “Must be discreet.” “Clone can help you on future jobs.”

What was this? A meeting of some sort that had to be done in secret? You shifted the pages to look at the others, and what you saw made your jaw drop.

“Jenna…Angela…Mia…Jason…Silas…”

Name after name you read, the horror spread within. This was a diary, one to remember all of the names of his victims. The answers all fell in place as you continued to read, how if Jisung took care of these people, how he would be rewarded with a state of the art clone, one that only a billionaire could afford.

Jisung was a hitman.

You were astounded, not sure what to think or say. No wonder he would always dodge your questions when you asked how he got the clone. The clone was a gift for blood.

You heard voices outside in the hall and quickly scrambled to gather the papers up. However, Jisung walked in the door followed by J and saw the horrified expression on your face.

“Baby what’s…” but before he could finish the sentence, his eyes landed on the book in your hand, the papers sticking out haphazardly.

You watched his face drain as he realized you knew his secret, his double life so to say. As he opened his mouth to speak, you held up a hand and threw the book at him, causing both men to scuttle back to avoid being hit.

“What the fuck Ji! You’re a hitman! A murderer! And he’s collateral!” You shrieked.

“I’m sorry baby…I was going to tell you at some point, but it never seemed like the right time!”

“Not the right time?! I think when I asked about his origins would have been the right time but what do I know. And now you’re taking advantage of him, making him come along with you as you do your dirty work. You’re disgusting.”

“Baby please! Please listen to me!”

“No! I’m leaving and I’m taking J with me.”

Yes, you would take the clone, free him from this servitude life. He was innocent in all this, part of a trade. You knew how to keep his hardware up to date as Jisung taught you how, even letting you do it some times. Yes, J was better off with you.

J looked between you and Jisung. He was horrified at the implications, that the man who brought him to his home was such an evil person. He was torn however, not wanting to leave Jisung but wanting to stay with you as well.

He watched as you walked around the penthouse, gathering your clothes and personal effects, Jisung scurrying around behind you, pleading for you to stay. You were having none of it however, as you didn’t even slow down, opting to ignore the pleas of your lover.

J decided he would go with you, keep you company. He could love you just as much as Jisung did. He can provide for you, make sure you’re well cared for and loved. He quickly hurried to his room to pack a few things, making sure to grab all of the essentials he would need.

Once he was done he came out of his room to find you at the door, two large bags in hand with Jisung trying to reason with you. You grinned as you saw J round the corner, bag in hand ready to leave.

“You too?! No! J, you have to stay. Don’t go with them, they don’t know how to care for you like I do,” Jisung begged, a glint of something evil in his eyes.

J is used to this look, one reserved only for him in their most quiet moments, alone, away from prying eyes. However, he let it show in front of you, giving up his charade. J was glad Jisung took notice of you and fell for you, brought you in his life.

He was saved because of you, treated nicely, like he was something more than an object that was made in a lab somewhere. He scrambled to your side and followed you out the door, the screams of Jisung following close behind as he shouted obscenities at the two of you.

You didn’t stop however, but continued to walk to the end of the hall where an elevator was waiting. You let out a sigh as the door closed shut and looked over at J who was gripping his bag with an iron grasp.

“It’ll be okay, we’ll go to my place,” you said.

J merely nodded and continued to stare ahead. You both quickly walked to your car and got in, neither one of you looking back as you drove away. You passed the fancy buildings where only the rich lived until you arrived in the not so safe part of town, your apartment building coming into view.

You both scurried into your place, setting your bags down in relief, happy to be away from that situation of a man.

“I will call the authorities,” you said as you held up the book, filled with the proof you’d need to turn Jisung in.

You didn’t care what happened to him, all that you know is you want him to pay for the crimes he committed, the lives that he snuffed out all for a clone, as if they were nothing.

Once the deed was done you sat down and smiled, looking around your familiar safe space, your items all in place, just how you like it. — —

It was easy to fall back into your routine, the kind that you thrived on, that made you feel sane. The only difference now was that J joined you in your everyday activities, caring for you, loving you, and becoming your second half.

You couldn’t be more happier as your simple life fell back in place, all with J by your side.

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