#han imagine

[xoxo-lixie]

Pretty Boy Confessions ᝰ.ᐟ

Paring-Jisung x Reader

Summary- Jisung gets flustered when Y/N calls him pretty, leading to an accidental love confession that she happily returns.

The evening sun filtered through the soft cream-colored curtains, casting a warm golden glow across the small living room. The scent of lavender lingered in the air from the candle burning on the coffee table, mixing with the sound of a soft acoustic playlist humming from a speaker in the corner. Jisung lay sprawled on the plush couch, his head resting gently on Y/N’s lap.

Y/N absentmindedly ran her fingers through his soft, locks, her nails lightly scratching his scalp. She’d found herself addicted to the way his hair felt between her fingers, and by the way his eyelids fluttered closed every time she did it, she knew he enjoyed it just as much.

“You’re so pretty,” she murmured, her voice barely louder than a whisper.

Jisung’s eyes snapped open, his lips parting slightly in surprise. A soft pink hue instantly colored his cheeks, creeping up to his ears. “W-What?” he stammered, shifting slightly, though he didn’t move far from her lap. “Why would you say that?”

Y/N tilted her head, a playful smile tugging at her lips. “Because it’s true,” she said, her fingers moving to twirl a strand of his hair. “You’re pretty, Jisung. Deal with it.”

His blush deepened, and he groaned, burying his face into her stomach to hide his embarrassment. “Y/N, stop,” he mumbled, his voice muffled by her sweatshirt. “You can’t just say stuff like that.”

“Why not?” she teased, laughing softly at his reaction. She continued her gentle ministrations, her nails now lightly scratching the nape of his neck. “It’s not like I’m lying. You’re the prettiest boy I’ve ever seen.”

“Y/N!” he whined, his voice rising an octave as he squirmed slightly, still refusing to look up at her. “I’m going to melt into a puddle if you keep saying things like that.”

“Maybe that’s my plan,” she replied, her tone light and teasing. She leaned down slightly, her face hovering close to where his head was buried. “Are you hiding from me, Ji?”

“Yes,” he mumbled, his arms wrapping tightly around her waist like a lifeline. “It’s embarrassing.”

“Why?” she asked, tilting her head in genuine curiosity. Her fingers trailed through his hair again, brushing it away from his forehead. “It’s just me. You don’t have to be embarrassed around me.”

Jisung let out a shaky breath, slowly lifting his face just enough to peek up at her with his wide, doe-like eyes. “You’re really unfair, you know that?” he muttered.

“Unfair?” she echoed, grinning. “How?”

“You just…” He paused, struggling to find the words. His gaze darted to her lips for a split second before he quickly looked away, his face heating up all over again. “You say stuff like that so easily. It’s not fair.”

Y/N chuckled, her fingers now running through his bangs. “Maybe I just like seeing you get all flustered. It’s cute.”

Jisung groaned again, this time burying his face into her chest instead. “I can’t do this,” he muttered dramatically. “I’m going to combust.”

Y/N’s laughter rang through the room as she gently combed her fingers through his hair again, letting them trace soothing circles on his scalp. “You’re so dramatic,” she teased. “But I love it.”

For a moment, the room fell silent except for the soft strumming of the guitar playing in the background. Jisung let himself relax against her, his breathing evening out as he soaked in the comforting rhythm of her touch. He felt safe here, cradled in her warmth, surrounded by her scent and the sound of her voice.

Without thinking, the words slipped out. “I love you.”

Y/N froze, her fingers pausing mid-stroke. “What did you just say?” she asked, her voice quiet but laced with surprise.

Jisung’s eyes widened in horror as his brain caught up with his mouth. He sat up so fast that he nearly knocked his head against hers, his hands flying to cover his face. “Oh my god,” he muttered. “I didn’t mean to— I mean, I did, but not like that— I—”

“Jisung,” Y/N interrupted, grabbing his wrists gently and pulling his hands away from his face. His cheeks were flushed a deep red, his eyes darting everywhere but to hers. “Look at me.”

He hesitated but eventually obeyed, his gaze meeting hers hesitantly. He looked so vulnerable, so uncertain, and it made her heart ache in the best way. “Did you mean it?” she asked softly, her hands still holding his.

“I…” He swallowed hard, then nodded, his voice barely above a whisper. “Yeah. I meant it.”

Y/N’s face broke into a wide smile, her eyes softening as she cupped his cheek with one hand. “Good,” she said, leaning forward to press a gentle kiss to his forehead. “Because I love you too.”

Jisung’s eyes widened in shock, and for a moment, he looked like he was going to cry. Instead, he let out a breathless laugh, his body relaxing as a shy smile tugged at his lips. “You do?”

“Of course I do,” she replied, brushing a strand of hair out of his face. “You’re my pretty boy, remember?”

He groaned, though there was no real annoyance in it. “You’re never going to let me live that down, are you?”

“Never,” she confirmed with a laugh, pulling him back down to rest on her lap. Her fingers found their way back into his hair, and Jisung let out a content sigh, his eyes fluttering shut again.

“Okay,” he murmured after a moment, a small smile tugging at his lips. “I guess I can live with that.”

[yxngbxkkie]

mornings with jisung ✨

hello 👋🏻 i have a short lil drabble here that i thought of after watching a han tik tok. i hope you guys enjoy it 💖

feedback is always appreciated 🥰

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The voices of Changbin and Chan wakes you from your slumber. You nuzzle your face into Han's chest, trying your best to fall back to sleep. Your boyfriend slides his hand across your waist before pulling you closer to him.

Your hand slips under the shirt he's wearing, your fingertips gliding along his abs. Han giggles at your touch and arches his back. "That tickles," he mumbles quietly, the hand resting beneath your neck moves to the back of your head.

"Sorry," you laugh. You lean back slightly so you can look up at him. His dark hair covers his eyes a bit, and you bring a hand to his face, moving it out of the way.

Han leans down to press a kiss on your forehead. Your heart flutters in your chest and you close your eyes, feeling his fingers combing through your hair.

"What time is it?" You mutter, resting your hand on his chest. Han turns a bit, taking his hand off of your waist to grab his phone.

"It's five-thirty," he groans.

You squeeze your eyes shut, releasing a groan as well. "It's so early. Why do they get up so early," you complain.

"They go to the gym," Han whispers, turning his head back towards you. "Technically I go with them, but I don't want to leave."

"You normally don't miss a day working out with them, right?" You ask him, hooking one of your legs over his waist.

Han nods his head in response while gliding his hand up your thigh. "Normally, yeah. But, it's not every day I get to see you," he tells you with a small smile.

"I'll be here when you get back if you want to join them. I know you guys are trying to keep fit and all," you reason with him, not planning to leave his apartment anytime soon. "I'll probably just go back to sleep."

"Are you sure?"

You chuckle and nod your head, moving your leg off of him. "Absolutely, baby," you grin up at him, nuzzling your face into the pillow you're using.

Han leans forward to capture your lips in a kiss, both of you humming at the action. "I love you, sweetie," he whispers against your lips, placing another kiss on them.

"I love you too, sweetness," you hum, pulling back from him. "Have a good workout, okay?"

Your boyfriend nods his head while getting out of bed. You immediately grab a hold of his pillow, hugging it to your chest. You rest your eyes as he gets dressed, hearing him call out to Chan and Binnie.

~

tagging: @thewxntersoldier @reddesert-healourblues @spacegirlstuff

[solarswonderland]

boyfriend texts w/skz!

genre: fluff, crack

pairing: bf!skz x gn!reader

warnings: cursing, dad jokes, roblox, mentions of being drunk, mentions of food (hyunjin and felix) + lmk if there are anymore!

summary: everday texts with your bf ♡

masterlist

✩ bang chan

✩ lee know

✩ changbin

✩ hyunjin

✩ han

✩ felix

✩ seungmin

✩ i.n

taglist: @kflixnet @k-labels

[stayteezdreams]

Christmas Comfort

Plot: You expected to be spending this Christmas alone, left with your own thoughts and loneliness. But your boyfriend and best friends have a surprise for you.

Pairing: Han Jisung x Gn!Reader (est. relationship) + Reader & Stray Kids

A/n's: I'm gonna be real with you, this fic is entirely self serving and a comfort fic for myself. I lost both of my parents this year and they were the only close family I had left. So I will be alone for Christmas for the first time. So I wanted to write something to give myself a little comfort, and help anyone else who might be in a similar situation. I did not give any particulars for why the reader is alone, so hopefully more people can relate if they are alone this Christmas too.

Warnings: Mentions of loneliness, general sadness. Angsty but comforting.

Words: 2k

It felt odd, being alone for Christmas. Before, you would be celebrating with family or friends, enjoying the usual traditions, foods, and movies. You'd have fun decorating the house and the tree. But it was all different this year.

The traditions became memories. The foods unmade; the movies unwatched. Aside from a few decorations you set around your apartment, nothing in your home told you it was Christmas at all. No lights. No tree. No presents. Nothing.

You never really expected that it would end just like that.

If you had known last Christmas would have been the last one you had the way you were used to, you would have cherished it more.

It wasn’t that you hated Christmas now, or didn’t want to celebrate, you just didn’t see the point. Not when you were alone.

You enjoyed talking to your boyfriend Han about all the things he was doing with his family, the group chat between you and the boys was lively. You didn’t tell them how you were feeling, or that you were completely alone. They knew things were different this year, but you had hidden a lot of it from them.

You didn’t want to take away their joy of celebrating with their families after working so hard. They had all been gone for about a week now, and you admittedly did miss them. Their presence made it a lot easier for you to escape the threatening emotions lingering beneath. Now that they were gone, it was getting harder.  

It was three days before Christmas, and you could feel it slowly getting harder to feel nothing.

When the boys asked you what you were doing, you never really lied, but you didn’t tell them the whole truth. Yes, you did bake Christmas cookies, but they were for your neighbors you barely even knew. You did decorate, by putting a wreath on your door, and setting out a couple cute pillows.

You weren’t necessarily sad or disappointed in not having a real Christmas this year. But you had to admit, it felt…empty. Nothing would feel the same again and you knew that. But next year, it will be different. It won’t be as difficult to find the familiar Christmas joy. But this year, you would have to grow comfortable with your own company for now. And just hope that the lingering feeling deep in your gut won’t become too unbearable.

You could do this. You can do it. It will be okay. You may be lonely now, but you aren’t alone.

Looking at the group chat as an array of messages came through, you smiled and scoffed at the jokes and playful insults. Something clenched in your chest, and you took a deep breath.

You had such a good handle on your emotions. You were doing okay. You’re okay.

“I’m okay.” You mumbled to yourself, trying to settle your quivering heart.

Setting aside your phone, you went back to reading your book, forgetting about the group chat, and missing the slow awareness by the others that you were slowly talking less and less over the last few days.

You were also unaware of the conversations going on in the group chat you weren’t a part of. The discussions of a plan nearly finished.

Did you think they wouldn’t notice? How you would slowly drop from the conversations that centered around Christmas. That you would be excited for everyone but give vague replies when it came to yourself. Did you think they didn’t know you were alone? That you were hurting in ways you were too afraid to worry them with?

You were family. Even if you convinced yourself, you weren’t as important as that to them.

Han tried to bring you back to visit his family with him, but you had to work. But he also knew it was because it would be difficult for you to adjust right now, to being in the middle of someone else’s Christmas, someone else’s traditions, you wanted familiarity. But you no longer had that.

It was Han’s plan originally, to go home as early as he could, celebrate with his family, and return to you. When the others heard this, they wanted to join too. They all knew how hard this year was for you. And how hard you were trying to hide it. They wanted you to know you weren’t alone, they didn’t want you to wallow in your own pain.

“Hello?” You asked with a smile as you answered Han’s call.

“Babbyyyy.” He said loudly, making you chuckle.

“Yes?”

“What are you doing?”

“I just went on a walk remember. Oh, then I stopped at a little café, but I’, heading back home now. How about you? Did you go to the market with your mom?”

“Nope!”

“Oh, then what?”

“I was preparing a secret Christmas surprise.”

“Uh oh.”

“Uh-oh? What do you mean uh-oh?!” His sassy tone made you laugh. “I’ll have you know it’s the best surprise I’ve ever pulled off!”

“Oh really? What is this surprise then?”

“I’m not telling you now!”

You laughed, “Oh come on! I wanna know!”

“You really wanna know?”

“Yes.”

“Let me ask you something first.”

“Okay?”

“Are you okay?”

Your heart jumped a bit, and you let out a soft laugh, though it was forced. “What?”

“You haven’t been responding to the group chat, and your texts with me are always vague. I wanted to know if you were lying about being okay.”

Your heart was pounding a bit now, “Why are you suddenly asking that?”

“Because I want you to know I noticed. That I didn’t miss it. That none of us did.”

You stopped in your tracks for a moment, how could you expect Han to not notice you weren’t okay? He noticed everything about you, even when he wasn’t there. It was one of the reasons you loved him so much. He saw you, in ways no one else did.

The boys too. They were always there when you needed them, even when you didn’t ask. They always noticed when you went quiet for a little too long. They noticed when you seemed withdrawn or evasive. And then they wouldn’t leave you alone until you told them everything.  

Halfway through your walk today, you spent a little too long thinking about the things you no longer had. You cried. For the first time in a while. You had always stopped the tears before they fell, but today you couldn’t.

It was Christmas and you were so sad.

But Han made you smile, and you loved him for that. And now he was telling you he knew, somehow, that you weren’t okay anymore. That you failed at keeping it together.

“You knew this Christmas was going to be a hard one for me.” You said softly.

He asked if you wanted him to stay, to not go home, but you refused. You would not take that from him, no matter what was going on with you. So, he left, reluctantly, but he left.

“Of course I knew.”

You felt tears brimming in your eyes again as you reached your door. “I was just hoping I was wrong.” You finished softly.

“Hey baby?” Han’s voice was suddenly quiet.

“Hmm?” You unlocked your door, waiting for his response.

“Merry Christmas.”

As the door swung open, you came face to face with not only Han, phone still to his ear, but all of the boys, sitting around your living room. Their faces held smiles, as they anxiously waited for your reaction to them being here.

Your house was covered in Christmas lights and decorations. And in the previously empty corner, was a large Christmas tree. On the wall, a line of stockings filled with what you assumed was candy.

Littering the tables and floor were various loose decorations, tinsel and boxes. You assumed while you had gone out, Han, having his own key, snuck all of them in and they decorated your house as much as they could before you returned.

“Wh- how-“you hesitated as you looked around at them in surprise.

“Surprise!” They all cheered out, Changbin tossing tinsel in the air as Lee Know twirled around some ribbon.

Your eyes locked with Han’s as he slowly put down the phone with a grin. Unable to stop the sudden emotions that came over you, tears became obvious as you stared at them all, still in shock, but overcome with emotions you had been repressing.

Their faces changed from bright smiles to looks of concern mixed with relief. This is what they wanted, but they hated it at the same time. You needed to let everything out that you had been holding in. And now it was happening.

Han rushed forward and pulled you into a hug, the others stood around, allowing him the moment as you cried into his shoulder.

He gently swayed you as he hushed you and gently rubbed his hands down your back. “I know baby. But I’m here now, okay?”

Slowly, the others surrounded you, hugging you and patting your head, giving you comforting words and reassurance.

After a few moments you stepped away from Han and looked around at them before letting out a strangled laugh, knowing you must look terrible now. “Why did you all come here?”

“Because you’re our family Y/n.” Chris said as if it was obvious. “And we never leave our family alone.”

“We’re sorry we didn’t tell you we were going to come back.” Felix added in, “Originally it was just Han’s idea, then we all decided we wanted to surprise you too.”

“We hated that you were suffering alone without telling us.” Hyunjin broke in, a frown on his face.

You looked at Han, “You were always planning on coming back early?”

He nodded, “You told me I had to go see my family, I did.”

“But it’s Christmas.”

“Exactly!” Lee Know said with a somewhat harsh, but at the same time caring, tone, “And you were alone. That’s unacceptable.”

“We got to spend time with our families.” Chris started, “And now we are doing it again, here, with you.”

You sniffled again as another wave of emotions threatened to spill out. You wanted to protest some more, but you knew there was no point. They were here now, and even if part of you wished they hadn’t left their families for you, you were relieved, and so grateful that they cared enough for you to come back.

“Thank you.” You mumbled out as you repressed the urge to cry again.

Seungmin ruffled your hair, “Don’t cry anymore Y/n, you’re ugly when you cry!”

Turning, you smacked him, making him laugh, which in return made you smile. Changbin grabbed at him while jokingly cursing at him for what he said.

Han grabbed you and pulled you back into his chest as he playfully pointed threateningly at Seungmin before he wrapped his arms protectively around you.

After everyone settled down, and you had finished crying, for the most part. You sat down on the couches as the boys decided to surprise you with presents.

“What are all these?”

“We got you presents, duh!” Seungmin said as he waved one in front of your face.

“Oh, wait!” You said as you rose before sprinting off to another room. When you came back, you had a large box in your hand full of wrapped presents. “I planned to give these to you when you came back.”

There was a chorus of ‘awes’ and gasps as you set down the box of their presents.

“Gift exchange!” Han said happily as he pulled you into his lap.

As everyone playfully argued about who should open something first, you looked around at them with a grateful smile.

Yes, the heartache of change still sat heavy in your chest. But one thing that would never change was this. Your found family. The ones who knew you inside and out.

Han, who loved every part of you and accepted you. Who always made you smile and feel wanted.

And your friends, your brothers, who took care of you in ways you never had before.

Yes, things were different now, and the pain of that would still linger for a long time. But you had them. You weren’t alone. Not anymore, and never again.

xx End xx

And that's it for the 12 Days of Christmas 2024!

I know if sort of ended on an angsty note, but I hope you all enjoyed the fics!

((Taglist Form))

12 Days of Christmas Taglist: @multi-fandommaniac, @mbruben-stein

General Taglist:  @charmsprout, @brattybunfornct, @bahng-chrizz, @otakutrash669,

@tinyelfperson, @pinievsev, @teenyfinds, @everythingboutkpop,

@shymexican, @stillwjk-channie-lixie, @alexxavicry

Stray Kids Taglist: @laylasbunbunny, @skz1-4-3, @prettymiye0n, @thunderous-wolf, @thedistractedwriter,

@briqnne, @dinossaurz, @carattinymoa, @stay3096,

@vnessalau, @3rachasninja, @life-is-a-game-of-thrones

Han: @dear-dreamie

[blue-jisungs]

kiss me

song inspo. kiss me — dpr live

summary. jisung words out his thought on you wearing makeup... and he just wants to cuddle

warnings. swearing

a/n. ummm yeah it’s gonna be sfw bc unlike my music taste i don’t write nsfw n pg18 stuff aha! the song slaps tho got me giggling n all

han was laying on the bed, one of his hands under his head and the other was holding his phone, looking at some memes stays created. but he was, in fact, not looking at them. jisung observed you instead, eyes focused and flicking between your scrunched up face and the pen moving with the speed of light.

you sighed and closed your notebook suddenly, throwing the pen somewhere on your desk and turning around on the chair to face your boyfriend.

“done! i just need to take off my makeup and i’m ready to cuddle” a satisfied hum left your mouth, han shaking his head.

“why do you wear it anyways?” he asked, genuinely curious.

“what?” you scoffed, as if the answer was so simple.

“girl… take your fucking make up off right now” he joked, his finger whooshing in air threateningly “i wanna love my girl underneath all those artificial lies”

you blushed, eyes widening.

“are you serious? it’s… my skin isn’t perfect and just…” you stuttered, observing him.

“i know sometimes you’re shy. don’t cover it, ‘cause either way you’re mine” han hummed and stood up from the bed, his hair falling freely on his hair “c’mon, let’s wash this off so i can cover you in kisses already”

“you’re insane” you grunted, still clearly flustered. because who wouldn’t?

you entered the bathroom, han washing his teeth and you taking your makeup off. he was done before you so he just leaned against the sink and watched you, admiringly.

“what now?” you giggled, grabbing your toothbrush. you gave him a teasing look and leaned in, only to pull away last second before meeting his lips.

“explain yourself, why so cruel?” he grunted, pout forming on his lips. you scoffed, putting the toothpaste “they way you kiss me…”

you rose an eyebrow amused, washing your teeth.

“…oh, so rude” jisung crossed his arms.

“don’t be such a baby” you stuttered through the foam in your mouth, causing him to grin “i’ll give you kisses once my mouth is fresh”

he just shook his head and his lips were on yours the second you slay out the toothpaste, causing you to chuckle into the kiss.

skz masterlist | event masterlist

taglist.  @geniejunn ,, @luvhyun3 ,, @starlostseungmin ,, @elviransworld ,, @jnks6r ,, @sieunsgf ,, @ethereallino ,, @laylasbunbunny ,, @duolingofanaccount ,, @slytherinshua ,, @stxrseungs ,, @ka-ni-ma ,, @iliveforlixie ,, @ameliesaysshoo ,, @dazzlingligth ,, @mark-geolli ,, @l3visbby ,, @w3bqrl ,, @ddeonudepressions ,, @yourfavoritefreakyhan ,, @mirxzii ,, @kazmura ,, @primoppang

[jenli-leleesss]

♡ ─ bf!stray kids reaction to you wearing another member's sweatshirt

warning(s): swearing, joking mentions of breaking up, joking mentions of stroke in hyunjin's part again, lmk if I missed something it's never my intention to upset my lovely readers 💗 

request: hi!! I ws hoping you could do a skz text reaction to them seeing you wear another members sweatshirt? I think it would be so cute to see them kind of jealous. thank you!

#8530D1 … stray kids masterlist

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[candlewaxandp0lar0ids]

this is halloween || han x reader

Summary: You weren't happy about getting detention, but getting to be around Jisung almost feels like it could make it worth it at first. At least, until you realize that there's a killer on the loose in the school, and that he plans on getting rid of all of you.

Word count: 6.3k

Genres: high school au, slasher au, thriller/mild horror

Warnings & Tags: angst, class clown!han jisung, final girl!reader (gender isn't specified but that's the vibe), graphic descriptions of violence happening inside of a high school

A/N: Last (late) installment in that Halloween mini-series. To reiterate, this contains description of violence and murders occurring within a high school, which can be triggering to some, so do exercise caution.

I.N. · Seungmin · Felix

It was never supposed to go that way.

For starters, you should never have gotten detention and, mind you, you'd still insist that it was totally unfair that you'd gotten it in the first place. Any reasonable teacher would have looked at the facts, which were your test results, as stellar as ever, and Nari’s test results, stellar as they never were, and assumed that she’d cheated and used you to do so.

Your physics teacher could not be described as ‘reasonable’. He’d called the two of you to his desk, using the one mistake you’d made that she had, of course, written word for word on her test as proof, and he’d given you both detention. You would have tried to defend yourself, had your eyes not immediately filled with tears. When Nari had started rising her voice, accusing you in the same breath, you’d known your efforts would be wasted anyway. You’d hung your heard low, and you’d gone back to your seat.

The first detention you’d ever gotten in your life, and it had to happen on the very last year of your time in this dreadful place. God, you couldn’t wait to get out. Yes, college entrance exams were looming terrifyingly above your head, but there was still freedom at the end of the line, freedom at least from your peers. You’d take that as a win.

At the end of the day, having only gotten a fifteen minutes break to spew your venom at your understanding best friend, you dragged your feet to detention. A confused Ms. Kim had greeted when you’d gotten there, all the more so because you were a few minutes early. As you’d handed her the detention slip, however, she’d had no choice but to let you in, though she had patted your shoulder as she did.

You were not the type of student to get detention. You were the one who got straight As, who never raised their voice, who had painstakingly managed to make one friend who you had clung to since your first year here. If you could avoid drawing attention to yourself, you’d take it. You only raised your hand in class if the teacher had been waiting for someone to speak for the appropriate amount of time, tried to make yourself be forgotten the rest of the time. It did not work quite as well as you would like, but you had stayed out of trouble so far.

The same cannot be said of the students who enter the room after you. Nari runs in right as the bell rings, looking sheepish. She mouths a ‘sorry’ in your direction, like she didn’t try to throw you under the bus after the teacher caught her. She’s quickly followed by Hanseok, the school star athlete, who looks like he’s trying to shrink himself, which is no small feat considering how wide his shoulders are. He keeps his eyes on the floor, and you wonder what could have landed him here. He’s not known for getting into trouble.

Next is Taewoon who walks in nonchalantly, like he does that every day, which, to be fair, he probably does. Known troublemaker, you have no idea why he’s here tonight, but he’s regularly caught doing wild, stupid shit nearby. Ms. Kim shakes her head at him and he just shrugs. Last but not least comes Han Jisung, fashionably late, class clown and another regular. As he walks in, he leans on the desk, grinning at Ms Kim.

“Is that a new hair cut? It looks great!”

She rolls her eyes, but she can’t hide a smile in return.

“See, you’re here so often you notice that kind of things.”

“Of course I’d notice!” he protests, sounding offended as he’s weirdly good at doing — to be fair, it does still get him out of trouble most of the time.

She gestures for him to go to his place, but she doesn’t seem too mad, and he has a satisfied smirk on his face as he does. It’s as he’s doing so that he spots you, and his eyes go wide. He looks around like he thinks he’s gotten the wrong room, before altering his course to let himself fall down on the table next to yours

Your heart is beating like crazy in your chest and you do your best to smile at him the right way — you know, not too briefly so he doesn’t think you’re rude, and not too long so he doesn’t think you’re interested because, ahah, that’d be ridiculous, that’d be soooo embarrassing, there’s no way that would happen.

You may or may not have a raging crush on him.

Look, he’s funny. He’s cute. He looks at you when he makes a clever joke to see if you’re laughing. You don’t hang in the same circles, and you know it’s stupid to entertain your thoughts about him, but you just can’t help them. You wish you could quash your feelings before they hurt you. Because they will. Undoubtedly. Been there, done that. Love hasn’t worked for you, and you’d rather not delude yourself into hoping it could this time.

All these good resolutions vanish when Han leans towards you.

“What are you doing here?” he asks, sounding so confused. “Did you get lost?”

You sigh.

“I was accused of cheating on a test,” you mumble, trying to sound casual about it and not like it makes you want to cry.

“What?” His eyes look like they’re trying to pop out of his head. “That’s ridiculous.” Then he leans closer, conspiratorially. “Want me to try to get you out of here?”

Your heart is beating so fast.

“No,” you squeak despite trying not to. “It’s fine. I guess that’s— part of the high school experience, right? I should live through that at least once.”

He looks deeply confused for a second, then chuckles as he settles back in his chair.

“You’re the only person who’d think that way,” he says, and you think he sounds fond as he says it, but you know that your brain is prone to wishful-thinking. Then, with a regain of interest “Tell me if you change your mind, it’s not too late.”

He settles comfortably on his desk, resting his head on his backpack. It’s already dark outside, as it usually is at this time of the year. Cold, white streetlights have turned on over the football field, and the cloudy, starless sky gives the school a gloomy vibe. It doesn’t help that it’s eerily quiet, the kind of quiet that you’ve only heard when you’d lingered too long in the library. Lively halls are empty now, as are the classrooms. On this last night before winter break, no one has stuck around. Even clubs have taken pity on their members and let them escape tonight. It’s only the six of you left in the building, and maybe a few lingering staff members and guardians.

You glance around at what others are doing, trying to figure out what you’re even meant to do in here. Jisung has closed his eyes and is clearly intent on taking a nap. Nari has pulled out a notebook and is writing in it dutifully. Hanseok is looking out the window with a blank look on his face. Taewoon seems to be sleeping as well. Finally, Ms Kim is reading a book — romance, by the looks of it —  and seems to have no plan of acknowledging your existence until the bell rings and frees her of your presence.

With a sigh, you start pulling out your books. Jisung opens an eye. With his face smooshed against his backpack, his cheeks look even rounder.

“I can still get you out,” he whispers.

You smile, but shake your head.

“It’s fine. It will all be over in an hour anyway.”

Ms Kim clears her throat to remind you to stay quiet. You jump at it, and she gives you an apologetic look, but you’re already back to burying your head in your books, trying to be small and inconspicuous and most importantly, not to anger anyone. That’s what you do after that, even once the room gets quiet again, and that’s where you still are, half an hour later, when the lights suddenly go off.

You look up, startled, and for a second you can’t see a thing, until your eyes get accustomed to the unexpected darkness. In the meantime, someone stands up, not far from you, and surprised shouts rise in the room.

“Everyone stay where you are!” Ms Kim shouts. Phones are starting to come out, lighting up the room, and soon you see that Jisung’s standing next to you, with one hand on the back of seat. He’s so close he’d brush against you if he moved just a little to the left. “It’s either the electricity or someone forgot we were still here. I’ll go see what’s happening and I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

“Can’t we just go home?” Nari whines. “C’mon, there’s, like fifteen minutes left.”

“Make it thirty,” Ms Kim corrects sternly. “Everyone better stay here. Anyone who leaves will get detention for the first week when we’re back in class.” When protests erupt, she raises her voice. “I’ll let you off the hook if there’s an issue with the electricity, but for now, you guys need to stay there.”

She leaves the room as more people are protesting, not paying one ounce of attention to it. It looks like it’s not the first time something like that has happened to her.

Her footsteps in the hallway have barely faded that Taewoon is already getting up.

“Fuck it,” he says, making a whole show out of it. “I’m not sticking around.”

“You’re going?” Jisung asks. Clearly, he’s thinking of doing it as well. He glances around at the rest of the group. None of you have moved from your seat. “What about you guys?”

“I can’t miss practice,” Hanseok says.

“I’ve got a part time job, I can’t lose it,” is Nari’s answer.

That leaves you, and it takes you a second to realize that Jisung is looking at you and waiting for an answer.

“I— I don’t want to get detention again,” is all you can manage to mumble. It sounds pathetic to your ears, but he nods all the same.

“What are you doing?” Taewoon asks him again.

“I’ll stay behind this time,” Jisung sighs dramatically. “Live your life to the fullest for the rest of us, okay?”

Taewoon snorts.

“Sure. Enjoy yourselves here. I’ll see you after the break.”

You feel envy as he escapes the room. You wish you could care this little about all the trouble you’d get into. At the same time, being in your shoes brings advantages that you quite enjoy. Just not particularly tonight.

Then, Jisung pulls his chair to come sit next to you, setting his phone on your table so you can both see each other’s face, and you change your mind.

“You should have taken my offer,” he smiles at first, before his expression shifts to a more serious one. “You okay? It’s happened before, don’t worry about it.”

“I’m fine,” you answer, maybe too quickly. Mostly, you’re wondering why he feels the need to tell you that and if you look so fragile to him that he thinks this would send you into a breakdown. “Does it usually come back on?”

He shrugs.

“Yeah, most of the time. Sometimes there’s a tree that’s fallen somewhere it shouldn’t and she lets us go.” He glances out the window. “It’s pretty windy tonight. Maybe it’s the case.”

As you look out, you see Taewoon crossing the football field, before disappearing under the bleachers, from where he can reach the parking lot. At least one of you has gone free, you think, feeling bitter about all the things that have kept you in this spot.

“Hey, you’re getting the full, five-star high school experience,” Jisung’s voice brings you back to the present. “I can get you in trouble more after that, if you’d like.”

A small laugh escapes your lips.

“I think I’m good.”

“You could see the boys’ locker room from the inside,” he insists, and you laugh again.

“That does not sound like a good experience!”

“The inside of the teachers’ lounge,” he offers as you roll your eyes. “Steal exam questions. Change your grades. Give lower notes to your rivals.”

“What rivals,” you protest, though you’re grinning from ear to ear at this point.

“Are you saying that no one’s good enough to compete with you? And here I thought you valued my intelligence, wah, you think you know someone—”

His chatter takes your mind off your situation. There’s something about having Jisung’s undivided attention, about him clearly having noticed how down you were feeling and trying to cheer you up, that makes you feel all fuzzy inside. You’re not used to someone’s eyes staying on you for that long, certainly not his eyes. And yet he’s choosing to use time that could so easily be spent doing something else with you. Your heart beats so fast you think it’s going to fall right out of your chest.

Ten minutes go by before Nari’s voice interrupts your talking.

“Shouldn’t Ms Kim be back by now?”

Her expression is composed, she’s leaning back in her chair to look at you, but her voice is at a higher-pitch than usual. A glance at your watch tells you that she’s probably right and a cold hand comes wrap around your heart to squeeze it, before you shake it off. No need to feel that way. There’s likely a completely fine explanation.

“Maybe she’s run into Mr Park,” Jisung offers, smoothly. Then, with a gasp, “Maybe they’re having a quickie in the principal’s office.”

You chuckle quietly, but Nari’s not amused.

“Shouldn’t someone go look for her?” she asks. When no one volunteers, she continues, “She’ll never believe me if I go and I really can’t lose my part time job, but, you know, maybe if it was someone else…”

You know where this is going, and she’s not exactly wrong, yet you worry about getting in trouble all the same. Stupidly, you’re afraid you’re going to get yelled at. You hate getting yelled at. You’d probably cry if that happened.

“I’ll go if you go,” Jisung says, eyeing you, saving the day once more — saving your day at least.

“Okay,” you reply, and you surprise yourself at how quick and easy that was. You blame it on the relief you feel for not having to go out there alone. “I’ll come.”

He smiles at you when you say that. It’s kind of embarrassing how it makes butterflies take off in your stomach.

“Everyone be good,” he chastises the other two as you open the door. “Nari, you’re in charge while we’re gone, okay?”

She sticks her tongue out at him while Hanseok scoffs. Still, they’re both grinning as the two of you venture out into the quiet, dark high school.

You’re not one to believe in supernatural creatures. You like logical, provable, tangible things. Still, out there, irrational fear seizes you, wrapping its tentacles around you. Your footsteps echo loudly in the hallways, and the measly flashlight from your cellphones are nowhere near enough to light up the entire place. No matter how your orient them, there remain dark patches all over.

“It’s kind of cool,” Jisung comments as you’re starting to bury yourself in your thoughts again. This time, you don’t know if he’s doing it for your benefit or if he doesn’t like it when things stay quiet for too long. “Who knows, maybe we will see her with Mr Park.”

“I think they’re both very much married,” you reply, and some of the worry washes away when you hear your own voice. Suddenly, you’re not in this unfamiliar place anymore, but back in the halls of the high school that you walk in every single day.

“Like that’s ever stopped people,” Jisung grins. “C’mon, he’s not bad-looking for his age.”

This time, a very genuine laugh bursts out of you.

“That’s not an image I needed!” you protest.

“Like you’ve never thought about it before,” he teases, and as you let out noises of disgust, his flashlight sweeps over the floor. “What do you think? Do we start with the custodian and the principal’s office, or do we go for the basement? That’s where she’d be if it’s a problem with the electricity?”

“She’s probably in the basement if she’s been gone all this time,” you reason, but you really do not want to venture down there at the moment. Even with Jisung by your side, you don’t think you’d enjoy this small of a space with no lights other than your own. Just thinking about it has your throat becoming tighter. “But, uh, maybe we can start with the principal’s office?”

Jisung agrees to that with more enthusiasm than it warrants, and then you listen to him dramatically offer possibilities about how Ms Kim and Mr Park could have gotten together. You laugh more than you should, more than you would were you with anyone else in the same situation, and it’s not the right place nor the right time, but you know you’re falling in love with him. You’ve always suspected that it was just a matter of spending more time with him, always told yourself that it was therefore not a good idea. But here you were now, and there was not a thing you could do about it.

“Okay, here we are,” you say, interrupting a truly wild scenario in which the teacher and the principle are Russian spies who got married as a cover but were actually high school sweethearts. “Should I, uh, knock?”

Jisung shrugs, moving past you to try the handle. As he does so, you’re struck by how quiet it is. There’s no way she’s in there, we’ve wasted our time, you think.

Then, to your surprise, the door opens. Jisung walks in. Then freezes in the opening.

“What’s going on,” you ask, taking a step forward to look over his shoulder, “don’t tell me they’re really—"

But you’re not met with the sight of two lovers. Instead, your eyes first find Mr Park, slumped on his desk, something that you can’t identify sticking out of his back. On the floor, right in front of Jisung, is Ms Kim. She’s lying on her back, her eyes wide open and her pupil still and empty. It takes you a second to realize that the angle her head is at with her body is wrong, and a second longer to understand that that’s because her throat’s is nothing more than a wide, gaping wound. Underneath her, a puddle of blood that you realize you’ve stepped into. She looks so pale, compared to how she was just a few minutes ago.

You open your mouth to scream. Before you can, though, Jisung’s hand comes to cover it, and you only let out a whimper as your eyes search his. For the first time tonight, he’s lost his nonchalant confidence.

“Someone could still be there,” he whispers to you. “We shouldn’t stay here.”

With one last look at your teacher, he closes the door.

Things are blurry after that. You remember him grabbing your wrist as he drags you away from the scene. You remember him trying a few doors before pulling you into an empty classroom. You remember him vomiting in a trashcan and self-consciously wiping his mouth afterwards. You remember sitting on a table in silence for you don’t know how long.

“We have to get out of here,” he says at some point. He sounds sure of himself again.

“We have to— we have to go get Nari and Hanseok,” you answer. As soon as the words leave your mouth, you feel guilty for not having thought of them immediately. Shit, they must still be waiting for the two of you to return. Someone could have— someone could have already—

You’re on your feet before you think. It’s unlike you, but it says a lot that your brain doesn’t harp on that in the moment. There’s an urgency in your chest that you’re not used to feeling.

“We need to go get them.”

Jisung studies you for a second, then swallows, Adam’s apple bobbing up and down.

“Okay,” he says. His voice is weak. “Okay. We’re getting them and then we’re going out of here, right?”

You nod. Guilt and fear are battling within you, but both feelings are directed towards the people you’ve left behind. You think it would kill you if something happened to them that you could have stopped.

The walk back to the detention is faster, but it feels like it take ages. Jisung keeps close to you, checking behind you while you keep your eyes on what’s in front of you. You see nothing, hear nothing. Just like earlier, the high school feels empty. Unlike earlier, you know it is not.

You’re almost there, starting to breathe again, starting to think you’ll make it, when you hear the screams. Terrified, you back into Jisung, who wraps his arm around you.

“Light,” he hisses, “light out, now.”

You’re too scared to do anything other than what he suggests. It overtakes your whole body, freezes your muscles into place. His chest is pressed against your back as you stay perfectly still, and you can feel his heart beating wildly, betraying the fact that he’s in the same state as you. In the distance, a door slams open.

“Don’t leave me here!” Nari screams.

In the dark, someone that you have to assume is Hanseok rushes past you. He’s fast, powerful. Whoever you hear after him is fast too, footsteps squeaking in the hallways, and all you’re thinking is that Nari is wearing heels.

At least Hanseok’s making it out is the thought that follows — for a second at least, because it isn’t long after that there’s a shout of frustration and the sound of someone struggling with a door. Then screams, intercut with disgusting, wet sounds that you can only imagine are what a knife produces when it’s brought down into someone. Tears stream down your face in silence. The front door’s locked and Hanseok— Hanseok is—

“Nari,” you whisper, choking on the word.

Jisung nods and pulls you forward, but by the time you get to the detention room, it’s empty. You check for a body, turning your cellphone’s light back on, terrified you’ll find one, and you can breathe again when you don’t find her anywhere.

“Now we have to go,” Jisung insists.

“But she’s—”

“We’ve done what we could. C’mon, we have no way of knowing where she is, she could be out by—”

The speakers creak horribly.

“Attention, students,” a man’s voice comes through. It’s loud and booming, but more than anything, it’s even. It doesn’t shake, doesn’t have the hysterical accents that you’ve heard in movies. If anything, it sounds like he’s playing the role of a school announcer, and the thought makes you sick to your stomach. “Lee Nari. Han Jisung. Kang Won— Ah, no, I suppose that’s been taken care of, hasn’t it. Im Taewoon.” Then he pauses for a second, before reading your name, and you feel overcome with helplessness. Before that, it felt like it was— You’re not sure what you were feeling, but it didn’t feel targeted. Now, you think that even leaving the school might not make the nightmare end. “Well, you might not be who I’m looking for,” the man chuckles— he fucking chuckles — after saying your name. “We’ll see. If you’re good, I’ll consider letting you off the hook. The rest of you though… you won’t cause trouble again.”

This is like a bad slasher movie with a stupid premise, something you’d make fun of if you weren’t caught in the middle of it.

“Windows and doors are locked,” he announces dramatically. “Breaking out only means that I’ll come get you, so do yourself a favor and surrender, hm? I promise to make it quick.”

Then he hangs up.

“What do we do?” you whisper to Jisung. “You— you love horror movies, right? What should we do?”

He stares at you.

“Yeah, I— I do. I didn’t think you’d remember.” It’s not the moment, but for a second — less than that, a fraction of it — you’re no longer a terrified prey but a teenager again, feeling like you’ve just exposed your crush. “I— one of us should leave.”

You shake your head.

“He said he’d hunt us. He could show up at our parents’ house—”

“I know,” he interrupts you. “But that’s— that’s why one of us should stay here.”

Again, you shake your head, more vehemently this time.

“No. No way. We’re not— We’re not doing that.”

He grabs your arms, the motion gentle instead of forceful, like one more attempt at comforting you as he looks straight into your eyes.

“Listen. One of us needs to leave. I— I think he’s probably watching the windows. He must know that we’d try to leave, right? So he’s— probably ready to give chase.” He swallows thickly. “If he— If he has a rifle or something— But that’d give someone else time to escape, if he leaves too. If not… Someone could go get help. Nari might have called the cops already, but that— that doesn’t mean they’re coming right now.”

“No,” you repeat, because you think you know where he is going with this.

“I’ll— What do you want to do? I— I think I should go.”

He’s close enough that you can see there are tears in his eyes.

“You should— you should be ready to leave from the other side when I do,” he whispers, and you want to cry too. “I’ll distract him.”

You shake your head, but you don’t think you can change his mind.

“Hey, I can be really fast, okay?” His tone gets lighter. “Maybe I’ll outrun him.”

You’d be more inclined to believe that if the man hadn’t been able to catch up with Hanseok — though you suppose that he wouldn’t have on open grounds, and that gives you some hope that you desperately cling to.

“You better,” you hear yourself say.

Jisung lets out a long, deep breath, then turns around to face the window. It’s true that they’re locked; they always are at the end of the day. But they’re not known for being particularly solid. As a matter of fact, they regularly get broken by football players. You wonder if that’s what got Hanseok in trouble, then shove the subject as far down as you can, because it reminds you that he’s— he’s—

“Okay,” Jisung mumbles, grabbing a chair and getting ready to swing it at the window. Just as he lifts it above his head, though, he stops himself and sets it down to face you.

Something passes between the two of you. It’s hard not to think that this might be the last time you see each other, however his escape attempt goes. Jisung swallows thickly.

Then he’s grabbing your shoulders and pressing his lips against yours. It’s brief, kind of clumsy. Nothing about it is how you envisioned your first kiss. But his lips are soft and warm, and he’s holding on to you like he never wants to let go.

He does anyway, looking at you with wide eyes.

“F–For luck,” he mumbles.

“Sure,” you choke out in response. “No, uh, no problem.”

You’ll die of embarrassment at that later on, if you don’t just die tonight.

His chair smashes through the window, the sound unbearably loud in the silence of the school, and he doesn’t stick around to see what happens. Cutting his hands on the broken glass, he jumps out while you back out of the room to go crouch in a dark corner. You peek to see him sprinting through the football field, waiting with baited breath to see the killer following after him.

He doesn’t.

You wait longer.

Still nothing.

And you realize you’re stuck in the building with him.

“Well, well,” the voice in the speaker says, right as the realization settles, as calm as it was the first time. “Seems like we’ve had an infraction. Too bad. Seems I’ll have to go hunting once I’m done with you.”

Then it cuts again. For a while, you can’t hear yourself think over the terrified thoughts that fill your mind. You think of following after Jisung, but you have no way of knowing if the killer would let it slide twice. Truth be told, with Jisung gone, you feel your old patterns of thinking catching up with you. You’re too scared to go, and the more you wait, the more you think it’s now too late to go. Your anxiety has you in a chokehold, with no intention of letting go.

What does get you to move is the greater fear that the killer could come inspect the place, now that Jisung’s left. He must have noticed that only Nari and Hanseok were in the room — if he thinks Taewoon was still here, probably because he was murdering Ms Kim at that point, that would have to mean the three of you were together, in his mind. It begs the question of how Taewoon got out, but you wouldn’t be surprised if he had his ways of doing it, even with the windows closed.

You don’t turn your light off, listening closely as you cross the hallways. You’re aiming for the kitchens, though you haven’t actually stopped to think about it. All that your mind can supply with as a justification is that you need a weapon. Realistically, you don’t think it would do you any good. You probably wouldn’t be able to use it against anyone. But who gives a fuck about realism right now? You might die here tonight. Three of the people you used to see around every day are gone forever already. If finding a knife makes you feel better, you’ll get yourself a knife, dammit.

You regret it when you make your way through the cafeteria. Because of how it’s situated, there is more light coming from outside in here than there was elsewhere. You’ve already started to see the dark as an ally, and leaving it makes you feel incredibly exposed. Despite that, you run through it, bent in half, trying to stay behind the tables, and get into the kitchens.

You’re searching through the drawers for a knife when the most terrifying sound you can think of right now resonates behind you.

The door. Someone’s opened the door.

You crouch behind one of the many kitchen isles. Silent tears are running down your face, but adrenaline is keeping you from completely giving up — for now, anyway.

“Who do we have here?” the voice asks, and you press a hand against your mouth so you don’t accidentally give yourself away. It doesn’t just echo in the cafeteria though, no, it comes out through the speakers as well. Like he wants the survivors to know that he’s gotten one of you, and that they never had a chance in the first place. “I’ll be very disappointed in you if it’s you, (Y/N). If you’d stayed put, you might have had a chance. Now, I have to wonder if you helped your friend leave, too.”

Glancing over the corner, you see a man in a mask slowly walking through the kitchen. Slowly, you start backing up, careful not to make a sound. If you run, maybe you’ll get to the door. If you get to the door, maybe he’ll lose you and you’ll be able to hide better.

Please. Please. You just want to make it out of here. You want— you want to go to college. You want to ask Jisung what that kiss meant. You want to get home to your parents.

It’s as you’re getting up that you bump your head into one of the drawers that you’ve left open. Once it happens, you’re on your feet in an instant, making a dash for the door, but the man intercepts you before you can get away. You fall on your back when he pushes you, and he shakes his head at you.

“I thought you were better than that,” he sighs. “It truly is a shame that you got caught up in this, but I suppose you weren’t as good as you made yourself out to be.”

He raises the knife. Tears blur your vision.

Then there’s a loud smack. Nari appears behind him, a bent plastic tray in her hands and tears streaming down her face.

“I’m s–so sorry you got detention because of me,” she sobs out, chest heaving, and all you can do is stare — though a part of you that right now is very far from the surface appreciates the sentiment. You note, vaguely, that she’s barefoot, probably having ditched the heels when she realized they would only get her in trouble.  She holds her hand out, and you take it without hesitation, pulling yourself to your feet just in time to see the man rise again behind her. He’s rubbing the back of his head, but he’s nowhere near unconscious, and he’s close. You pull Nari away, but his knife still slashes across her back and she falls forward, screaming.

You back up, but his eyes aren’t on you. Instead, he goes to stand above Nari. She tries to crawl forward, crying, and you see him lowering himself above her.

If you don’t want to watch her die in front of your eyes, you need to find the fucking knives.

The first two drawers you stumble into as Nari struggles and desperately hits at the men are empty.

The third one has knives.

You can’t afford to think as you rush back towards them. The man raises his knife once, and Nari catches the blade with her bare hand. You try to tune out both the screams and the sounds. Then he grabs her wrists with the one hand. Raises the knife again.

You’re out of time.

You stab him in the chest, and he lets out a sharp, horrified gasp. You push him backwards while his blade catches at your arms, the adrenaline too strong to feel it for now. You drive the blade into him, again and again and again, until he’s fallen and his knife has gone still, and all that fills the room are Nari’s tears and whimpers of pain.

It’s only as your own pain catches up with you that you admit what’s just happened.

You did it.

You lived.

 They take Nari and Hanseok to a hospital first, both of their wounds being much more significant than your own. Hanseok’s condition, from what you’ve heard, was ‘critical’. You’d felt hope at that, at first, but the looks people had exchanged had soon quashed that.

They weren’t optimistic.

As they leave, you stay wrapped in a blanket, sitting in an ambulance as your arms are being disinfected as the cops search the building. All of your limbs ache like you’ve just run a marathon, but you can’t make yourself look away, no matter how hard you’ve tried. Staying there, you hear, vaguely, that the killer was a former member of staff that had been let go earlier in the year. He’s alive too, for now, because you hadn’t known where to aim when you’d attacked him — ironically, that’s the same reason Hanseok’s still breathing. His exact motive was being debated still, but you found unable to care. Why would you give a shit about why he'd done that? All that mattered was that he’d done it.

You’re sitting there, stewing in those thoughts, when Jisung appears. You don’t think they were supposed to let him through, but it looks like he managed to sneak in. He’s clearly been crying, his eyes all red and his face puffy.

“I’m so sorry,” he whispers, his voice breaking as he chokes on the words. “I didn’t think— I didn’t think I’d be leaving you alone in there with him. I— I did as fast as I could, I promise, but they— they thought it was a prank call and I—”

“It’s—” You want to say ‘It’s fine’, but the words refuse to come out of your mouth. “It’s not your fault,” you manage to say instead. “You had no way of knowing. I’m— Nari and I should both be fine. You did— You did the best thing you could have done.”

Nari had mentioned, as you were lying with her on the cold floor of the cafeteria, that she’d seen you walk in, soon followed by the man. She hadn’t found herself able to stay away. Who knew, if she hadn’t felt so guilty, maybe she wouldn’t have gone in. Maybe if it had been Jisung, he’d be gone by now. Maybe if you’d left through the window, the killer would have followed you.

There are too many what ifs to let him blame himself.

“I’m glad you made it,” you say softly, trying not to cry again.

He nods, opens his mouth, then shakes his head as tears flow once again, and just comes to sit next to you. It’s not so often that you see Han Jisung so completely quiet. You rest your head on his shoulder, trying to bring him what comfort you can, certainly taking all that you are able to from his touch.

You know, in that moment, that the consequences of tonight would likely follow you for the rest of your life. You don’t know if there will be a single day in the future where you don’t think of it. But right now, the thought that maybe, just maybe, not everything that comes from tonight has to be horrible and dark and crushing helps you to just keep breathing.

Jisung’s fingers quietly rub circles on your skin. He presses a kiss into your hair, mumbles ‘Thank you’s to no one in particular.

Finally, you allow yourself to close your eyes.

since this is different from what I usually write (and gets brutal), I'm exceptionally not using my taglist.

i enjoyed writing this and wrote almost 4k for it today, so, uh, sorry if it stops making sense at around 3k in. something that i particularly enjoy is breaking genre expectations by jumping into another genre. here, the first half is inspired by your typical high school movies, before veering into a thriller/horror movie, which i quite like (but it can also be disorienting and i'd get it if you didn't enjoy it). anyway.

if you've made it to this point, I hope you've enjoyed this series and this installment of it! don't hesitate to comment or reblog, honestly any feedback or support is appreciated. i'll see you all again for the hyung line in December (and maybe even in the meantime with other projects, who knows). take care!

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pairing || han x reader summary || han realizing his feelings for you. genre/s || fluff. comfort. mina’s notes || please enjoy ♡ 

Sleep clung onto Han as he stood clutching his pillow to his chest. When Chan said they were going to do a small weekend getaway, he didn’t think that it meant having to be awake before the sun was up. Trying to focus on the horizon, he noticed that the sun wasn’t even trying to break through the darkness of the night. Slowly a sleepy scowl formed across his brows while a small group of them waited for the cars to be pulled around. All Han wanted to do was crawl into the back seat and immediately let sleep claim him as it did just hours before. Hearing your name roll off Felix’s tongue caused his attention to snap to where his friend was looking. There you were, approaching with your suitcase in toe, sleep written all over your features.

Did this mean that you were coming along? Of course, it did, he mentally sasses himself knowing that no one just has a suitcase at this hour of the day unless they were going somewhere. He really needed to go back to sleep before interacting with anyone. You mumbled your hellos to everyone, letting Felix pull you slightly closer, as you tugged the sweatshirt that consumed you closer to your body as your shifted from foot to foot. Han couldn’t help but steal glances at you. You were stunning this early in the morning. It makes him want to wake up to you every morning, just to see this side of you that clearly has no guard up. It was only for a moment that he daydreamed of what that future would be like with you.

Minutes passed before the cars finally pulled around, with everyone quickly moving to grab their seats. Han watched as you grabbed your stuff and put it in one of the cars before he quickly followed behind, hoping that you’d sit in the back rather than the front. He thanked whatever lucky star he could wish upon as you said you’d sit in the middle seat so the boys could be comfortable. Climbing in the back seat next to you, he couldn’t help but feel a little dizzy being this close to you for the first time, nearly wanting to pass out at the smell of your perfume. The scent he tried to commit to memory. Han knew that he was in trouble before, but now? All he could think about was how screwed he was going to be on this trip, trying not to make his feelings for you obvious.

Within no time of hitting the road, did sleep consumed him again, this time dreams were filled with thoughts of you.

The sound of the youngest singing loudly woke Han from the slumber he was in, trying to ground himself back in reality. His confusion only deepened as he felt the weight of something on his shoulder, turning to find you fast asleep, lips slightly parted with the hood of your sweatshirt obscuring the top half of your face. Part of him couldn’t grasp if he was still dreaming or if this was in fact a reality in which you were passed out using him as a pillow. Glancing forward, he caught the small smirk on Minho’s face before his eyes shifted back to the road. This had to be real, right?

A few songs passed before you started to stir, Han immediately wondering if him talking with Felix on your other side woke you up. His eyes watched you from the corner as you clicked the lock button on your phone, illuminating a photo Han didn’t even know existed. It was the two of you in Chan’s studio, you with headphones on listening to one of his unfinished songs, him looking at you trying to gage your reaction to it. It wasn’t a day that he could easily forget about. Hours had been spent with legs almost touching as you helped him work through his writers’ block, finding different ways to say what he wanted to say. It was the first day that he admitted his feelings not only to himself but also to Minho.

Your leg had been pressed against his just like it was now, and as Jeongin started singing another song did Han realized you hadn’t moved an inch to remove your head from his shoulder. He watched from the corner of his eye as you unlocked your phone, opening different apps to check your socials, seemingly content with your position in the car. Panicking internally, Han now planned a way to tell you his feelings, because there was a fleeting moment of hope that maybe you returned the feelings and would accept his love. Would he have time to write you a love song, he thought.

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[kpopimaginings]

Anxiety - Han (Jisung)

A/N: I saw some clips on YouTube of what appears to be Skz helping Han when his anxiety gets bad, and it lead to me writing about comforting him. This can be read as best friend!reader or S/O!reader, take it how you will!

Hanging out with Stray Kids was probably your favourite way to pass the time. You could be with them, have no plans to actually do anything, and still be entertained. Today was one such day as you watched chaos unfold before you. However, one of the usually loud culprits was on the side-lines this time.

As you approached Han, you made sure he could see you coming. It looked like he had very much dissociated and the last thing you wanted to do was startle him.

"Hey, Han," you said softly, placing a hand over his as he absentmindedly fiddled with them.

At your motion, he stopped and looked down at them. It was as he stilled that you noticed he was shaking slightly. Recognising the signs of one of his panic attacks, you figured there was too much going on and calmly led him out of the room.

You were planning on taking him into another room but part way down the hallway, he stopped, reaching out a hand to support himself on the wall.

"It's ok," you assured him. "Do you need to sit down?"

Han simply nodded before sliding down the wall. You waited for him to settle on the floor before sitting opposite him and taking his hands in yours. Gently, you alternated between running your thumbs over his knuckles and tapping randomly against against his hands. By breaking his habit of fidgeting with his fingers and giving him another sensation to focus on, you hoped to pull him out of his head and back to you.

Slowly, his eyes began to actually focus on you, where before they seemed to stare right through you. You began to ask him mundane questions about his day; what time did he wake up? what did he have for breakfast? None of the answers mattered you just wanted to keep his mind from wandering and engage him in some sort of conversation.

"Are you ok?" you asked eventually, once he seemed more like himself.

“Now, yes,” he replied. “Thank you.”

“Don’t mention it. As long as you feel better,” you told him. “Do you know what triggered you?” you added, hoping to be able to stop it happening again.

“I think I was just overwhelmed,” he admitted. “We’ve been so busy and then in there it felt like there were so many conversations at once and I couldn’t pick one to focus on and it got too much.”

“It’s ok to just walk away, you know?” you reminded him. “ And if you don’t want to be alone, you can always find me.”

“Thank you,” he said again, squeezing your hands which were still holding his.

Suddenly, Bang Chan appeared.

“Sorry to interrupt,” he told you both. “I realised Han was missing and I was worried.”

“No need to worry,” the younger assured him. “I’ve been with Y/n, I’m fine.” He shot you a wide smile, letting you know that he was back to being his usual cheeky self.

“Ok, good,” Chan replied, relief clear in his voice. “You coming back in?”

You looked at Han, taking his lead. He nodded up at the leader before getting to his feet and offering you his hand to pull you up.

He kept hold of your hand as you both followed Chan back to the others.

“Stay close?” he whispered so that only you could hear.

“Of course,” you promised him, with another squeeze to his hand.

NAVIGATION  |  STRAY KIDS MASTERLIST

[hyunluvbug]

・❥・ masterlist ・❥・

fluff = ღ

smut = ツ

angst = ✩

series = *

ot8

cute moments with them[ღ]

bang chan

i need you [ツ *] - one

lee know

join me [ツ]

jealousy, jealousy [ツ]

seo changbin

stuck with meツ

hwang hyunjin

the voicemail [ツ]

you are in love [ツ, ღ, ✩]

show me how to love ツ* one , two, three

han jisung

what is that sound? [ツ]

couldn’t help myself [ツ]

lee felix

my chefღ

kim seungmin - nothing yet!

yang jeongin

neck kisses ღ

[rose0catcher]

🌹Texts🌹

Bang Chan | Lee Know | Changbin | Hyunjin | Felix | Seungmin | I.N

[goldenjupiterz]

until the end of time pt. 2 | immortal!han x immortal!fem!reader

part 1 | part 2

pairing — immortal!han x immortal!fem!reader

content warnings — time skips, some fluff stuff, mentions of death and arson, kinda angsty, not proofread

word count — 1.4k

summary — you fall in love with your mortal fiancé, not realizing that he's immortal like you are.

lowercase intended !

until the end of time pt.2 | immortal!han x immortal!fem!reader

february 10th, 1869

as it turns out, faking an entire family's death was much harder than it initially seemed. for one, everyone was bickering over new names and roles for the entire family, and trying to decide the place to move to was an absolute nightmare.

and of course, your family turned to you, the 'newbie' for each of these tasks. "it will be good experience." they said. "it's good practice." they said.

it was in fact neither. it was tedious, was what it was, and it was annoying that you were good at it. because despite them lying to you for 23 years of your life, you knew them well. they would end up putting all the work on you, as usual.

blinking a few stray tears away, you walked out of your house, lighting your match as you did so, before tossing it inside.

as everything burned to ashes, you thought about the lies throughout your life.

as everything burned to ashes, you thought about the home you've known your entire life.

as everything burned to ashes, you thought about your fiancé, knowing that he would think you were dead.

and as everything burned to ashes, you thought about the countless times you would have to do this, over, and over, and over again.

until the end of time.

april 23rd, 1930

"miss y/n!" a voice called. you turned around, plastering a soft smile on your face as you crouched down.

"what can i help you with?" as it turns out, teaching was something you'd come to do a lot over the years, and not because you had to, but because you actually enjoyed doing it.

of course, you made yourself older that you were, 32 instead of 23. no one would accept a teacher that young, and you'd made that mistake more than once.

you and your family restarted your lives every time someone got even a little suspicious, and it was exhausting. you wanted to have friends, have a life, but apparently you couldn't have either. teaching was the closest you could get.

"how do you say this word?" the girl - kai - asked, pointing to a page on her book. your heart jumped a bit as you saw the word and your smiled turned slightly forced.

"imm-or-tal." you sounded out, pointing to each syllable as you said it. "try it." you waited patiently as she sounded it back to you.

"thank you!" kai said, running back to her seat and continuing to read.

you smiled sadly after her, knowing that she would grow old before you ever did.

may 11th, 2000

soon, the 1900s era came to a close and the 2000s began, thus signaling it was time to your family to move to another country. this time, you picked australia, just to spite your mother who was deathly afraid of spiders.

the technology evolvement over the years was certainly something to get used to, and it took an extremely long time to learn the news was people talked.

unfortunately, that was something only you were willing to put the work into while the rest of your family members were fine with getting odd looks out of the street.

repeating college just to get the appropriate degree to teach over and over and over again was getting tedious and you were so tired of it. as much fun as college was and as much freedom as it gave you it wasn't something you ever wanted to go through again. it seemed with each new year, the workload seemed to pile up more and more.

but for now, at least, you were somewhat happy with were you were.

april 16th, 2022

you placed your airpods into your ears as the plane lifted off form the ground, watching as the ground below dropped away further and further. you sighed in relief, closing your eyes and leaning back in your seat.

you weren't sure flying was something you would ever get used to.

a finger tapped you on the shoulder and you opened one eye to peer at the girl next to you. "yeah, what's up?" you asked, trying to sound friendly and not like you were desperately in need of sleep.

"were are you headed?" the girl asked in a cheerful voice, giving you a big grin. you groaned at the interaction internally.

"la. i'm going to go see a concert." you said, hoping the conversation would end.

"me too!" she squealed. "stray kids, right?" when you nodded your head, she asked, "who's your bias?"

"i don't know them. at all." you said, shifting uncomfortably. "a friend of mine recommended i go see them but i didn't do any research beforehand."

"well, i'll get you caught up!" she said, pulling up a few images on her phone and beginning to explain them to you in great detail.

you squinted, leaning closer to the last image on her phone.

han?

well, you were screwed.

april 19th, 2022

the stadium was loud with cheering as stray kids finished their final song. fans waved their arms, shoving and pushing to be seen or heard.

you stood silently next to emeline, the girl you'd met on the plane. just your luck, you ended up sitting next to each other at the concert too, which was absolutely delightful.

she was generally sweet, but the main cause of your discomfort not her, but han. you were desperately avoiding eye contact with your ex fiancé, hoping he wouldn't notice you in the crowd.

you regretted coming to this concert. no, you regretted ever saying yes to your friend's crazy idea of you taking her ticket and going to the k-pop concert instead of her so you could 'live a little'. you regretted not leaving the minute you landed in la. you regretted faking your death, over and over. you regretted taking that match and throwing into your house. you regretted not telling han everything. you regretted the fact that he turned out to be like you.

you regretted the fact that you'd ever met him in the first place.

there were a lot of things you regretted these days.

april 19th, 2022 - three hours after the concert ended

getting lost in the dark and the rain when your phone had died was not a fun thing to do, especially when you'd been walking around, sopping wet, for three hours. you'd had to ask four different people on the street to use their phones to try and find your hotel, and it was still a half hour walk away.

you wish you'd accepted emeline's offer to give you a ride home.

you drummed your fingers on your phone case, as if that would miraculously make it come back to life. the black screen you were staring at stayed black.

things would be much easier if you had a map, something you'd be much more used to using, and something that wouldn't die on you in times of need. but alas, no one these days really used maps out on the street anymore, which was odd. they were extremely useful back in the 1900s.

you looked up as a car parked on the other side of the road and a familiar figure stepped out.

oh no.

"y/n?" he called out and you ducked your head, pretending you didn't hear him. in a few long strides, he crossed the road, and grabbed your chin, forcing you to look up at him. "it is you." han breathed, his eyes wide in surprise. "how?"

"i'm an immortal. like you," you said, avoiding his eyes. "listen, i need to get back-"

"why didn't you tell me?" he asked, cutting you off, his brows furrowing, and you took a deep breath at his question.

"i didn't know there was anyone else like my family. i thought it would be better if you thought i was dead. you would've done the same thing eventually."

"that doesn't matter. you should've told me."

"and what would i say?" you snapped. "oh, i'm an immortal, and you're going to die long before i do? even if that wasn't true, think about it! it made more sense this way, and you know it." guilt swept through you as you say the look on his face at your words and you sighed. "i'm sorry. i was just so scared to lose you, i thought it would've been better and-"

he cut you again off by softly pressing his lips to your own, and you instinctively melted into the kiss. after a moment, he pulled away, pressing his forehead against you own.

and in that moment, you regretted nothing.

i will love you until the end of time.

[jeonginshaelmoni]

Han Jisung X Female Reader

Married AU

Warnings : Fluff

Han Jisung x Reader

Taglist Open/Request Open/Askbox Open

Married AU

MASTERLIST

"Sungie?" Y/N called, and her new husband walked into the room.

"Yes honey?"

"Can you help me? I can't reach that shelf."

"It's not my fault your short." Jisung smirked, plucking the item of the shelf and handing it to Y/N.

"Thank you, husband." Y/N said, blushing.

"Your welcome, wife." Jisung said, also blushing.

"It feels weird to be married, doesn't it?" Y/N asked. "I imagined married life, but this is wayyy better."

"You imagined married life with me?" Jisung asked confidently.

"No, Hyunjin. Yes you, pabo." Y/N sassed. "Who else?"

"Imean, I know I'm good looking." Jisung said cockily.

"Please, I look better than the whole of SKZ."

[stayteezdreams]

Dark Roads and First Dates

Plot: While you and Han take a trip down a "haunted" road at a festival, Han takes the opportunity to comfort you, and maybe make a move in the process.

Pairing: Han Jising x Gn!Reader

Prompt Request: "Are you scared?" "No." "Then why are you holding onto me so tightly?"

A/n: Just a quick oneshot in between the longer fics, hope you like it!

Words: 1.7k

When you decided to go on this so called "Haunt Walk" you weren't expecting it to be on a long desolate road in the middle of no where.

You were given a place to start, and a place to end, you had to walk there, and were given no tips, no clues, just a flashlight and an encouraging thumbs-up from Felix and Chris as you made your way down the road.

They were smart for not coming on the walk, and instead staying at the bonfire festival with the others. It was just you, Han, Hyunjin, I.N and Changbin who decided to come along.

You and Han were a little ways back, as the other three started a little before you. You could hear their voices and see their lights ahead of you, and you were glad of it. Thinking they might be scared by whatever might be lurking on the road before you and Han, leaving you two to just be in the background.

As the light of the festival got further and further away and the music was almost unheard, you started to get nervous. You heard Hyunjin yelp at something and your heart jolted.

"It was a bug!" Changbin yelled with amused laughter, making you and Han laugh as well.

"So dramatic." Han commented softly and you smiled along.

Your eyes shot to the left as you thought you saw movement in the darkness. There was no sound and Han didn't seem to notice, so you let yourself believe it was just your eyes adjusting to the surrounding darkness, causing you to see things that weren't really there.

But when you heard a rustling in the nearby bushes, you hesitated, as did Han. Absentmindedly, you stepped closer to Han for comfort.

He didn't notice at first, but when you heard running in the darkness nearby, you stepped even closer to him with a soft gasp. He could sense your fear easily, and though he was startled by the noise as well, he was more amused by your reaction.

He had never seen you in this kind of setting before, he had to admit, it was cute.

The three who had been ahead of you, somehow got far enough ahead you could no longer hear them talking. Occasionally you heard a scream, and saw flashing lights, but they were far from you.

"It's a shame Lee Know decided not to come, he'd probably scare whoever that was."

You let out a soft chuckle, your heart still racing nervously, but Han's voice as he spoke nonchalantly helped calm you. He continued to chat, making you laugh, and when something made a noise or scared you, he made a joke or laughed, making you less afraid.

You hadn't yet realized he was doing it on purpose to help you. As cute as he thought you were being, he didn't actually enjoy seeing you afraid. Especially when your eyes clenched in fear like you thought you were about to get hurt.

Hearing a scream as someone clad in torn up clothes ran from the darkness and across the road, you yelled out in fear as you grabbed Han's arm, pressing your face into his shoulder out of fear.

Han smiled at he looked down at you, his hand cupping the back of your head.

"Are you scared?" He asked, unable to resist some light teasing.

You opened your eyes and shook your head as you looked up at him, lying. "No."

He grinned as he leaned his head a bit closer and spoke softly, a teasing tone evident in his voice. "Then why are you holding onto me so tightly?"

Paying more attention to yourself, you realized not only were you very close to him, but you were practically clinging onto him. You felt your cheeks heat up as you let go of him and stepped away, an embarrassed smile crossing your face, "Sorry."

Han let out a soft laugh before reaching over and grabbing your arm, and wrapping them back around his like you had before. "I didn't say you had to let go."

Your cheeks were now burning for another reason as you seemed caught in Han's eyes. You two always had a somewhat flirty relationship, but it never went anywhere. And in moments like this, you wondered if it would.

These thoughts vanished from your mind as you hear someone running up behind you. You and Han both turned in alarm at the quickly approaching figure.

You gripped Han's arms as you let out a fearful yell as you and Han ran to the opposite side of the road. The figure ran past screaming unintelligible words before it disappeared into the darkness.

Managing to take a breath, you let out a nervous chuckle and Han did the same, admitting that he had gotten scared too.

"It's okay, just remember it's an actor, you're not actually gonna get hurt."

You nodded as you took in a deep breath. "I realized, I really don't like being scared." Another nervous chuckle escaped you as you felt a bit embarrassed about Han seeing you like this.

But he smiled sweetly down at you, "Then it's good you have me here right?"

Your heart fluttered at his words and the fond smile he had for you. You were sure your fear amused him, but he wasn't showing it apart from some light teasing, and you appreciated it.

Hearing distant screams you looked into the darkness and let out a soft laugh, "He caught up to them."

Han laughed as he started to lead you down the road again. He began pulling his arm away from you and he thought he might be tired of you clinging onto him. You were going to step away to give him space, but instead, he slipped his hand into yours, holding it.

You felt shy now, as you looked from your hands to his face. He smiled softly at you as he gently squeezed your hand.

More scares came and went, people standing on the side of the road whispering or yelling at you. The occasional runner, or loud noise in the darkness or something dropping from the trees. Your heart was racing the whole time as you jumped and yelped nearly every time.

Han continued to make jokes out of it, and continued to hold your hand and keep you close.

You let out an exhausted groan after a zombie crawled out from the nearby field, causing you to bolt away before he could grab you. "How much longer."

Han lifted your joined hands as he pointed ahead of you, "I think I see some lights up ahead."

Trying to focus your eyes you blinked a few times, seeing what appeared to be a distant bright light. "Are you sure that's not just the others?"

He hummed, "Nope."

You let out a soft chuckle as you nudged his shoulder with your head. He smiled before clearing his throat. "You know, in between the scares and creepy actors, this almost feels like a date."

Your breath caught for a second as you looked over at him. "A date?"

He nodded without looking over at you, "Doesn't it, at least a little?"

Biting the inside of your cheek to refrain from smiling like an idiot, you hummed. "I suppose in some ways it does. Though I think I would prefer something a little less...dark and terrifying."

He chuckled and nodded, "Fair enough. What's an example?"

You eyed him, "You want an example?"

He nodded with a hum, "Yeah."

"Maybe an arcade date, a picnic, going to the aquarium, stuff like that."

He nodded silently, thinking to himself. "Those sound nice."

You nodded as silence hung between you for a moment before he cleared his throat again. "Would you, maybe wanna do one of those things...with me."

Your heart flipped in your chest, "You mean... go on a date?"

He nodded quickly, "Yeah, a date." He finally looked down at you, and you could see the nervousness in his gaze.

Before you could answer, a group of people crawling rapidly on the ground towards you caused you both to yell out in surprise before sprinting forward to get away.

When you made it to safety, the two of you paused as you locked eyes before letting out breathy laughs.

"I almost forgot where we were" You admitted and Han laughed a bit more.

"Me too." He let out a loud sigh as he swung your still joined hands around.

"Look!" He pointed forward, and through some trees you could see the end of the haunted walk. You felt relief flow through you, before you looked back at Han.

"Yes, by the way."

He looked back at you with a raised brow and you smiled, "I would like to go on a date with you."

Han seemed stunned for a second before a bright grin spread across his face. He let out a relieved laugh as he looked down at your hands.

He pulled you closer as he smiled at you, "Good. It's about time we went on a date don't you think?"

You laughed, realizing he must have been just as aware about the two of you dancing around your feelings by flirting.

You nodded, "Yeah it is."

He looked forward towards the exit as it slowly grew closer. He tugged on your hand and began moving forward a bit faster, "Come on, let's get the hell out of here."

You grinned as you followed him, both of you deciding to jog the rest of the way to get it over with. Your jog turned into a run though, when you heard someone running at you from the darkness. Your yells of alarm mixed with laughter as Han cursed in surprise.

Hyunjin, Changbin and I.N were waiting for you at the end of the walk, exhaustion written on their faces. When they saw the two of you running from the darkness, hand in hand and laughing, they shared knowing looks. It seemed like the two of you finally did something about your restrained feelings.

Who would have thought all it would take was a walk in the middle of the night down a dark haunted road.

xx End xx

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Han Taglist: @dear-dreamie

[hanalulugguk]

Sugar Rush Ride II

Pairings: Han Jisung x fem oc

genre: fluff, non-idol AU

Warnings: none.

Word count:  4k

bold is korean

(yet to be proof read!)

hello my loves. this is part dose of shy jisung as a librarian, i don't plan on making it too long so they'l kiss soon dw, not this chapter there. feedback is appreciated so i know where you'd like the storyline to go, nothing is set in stone :*

jisungie library assistant part 2/?

Enjoy <3

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Lyra hadn’t been to the library in 2 days, opting to spend the weekend with friends and recharging, she was already well caught up after staying with her professor on friday the 4 hours that followed her last class, completely against his weill but she can be convincing when she needs to. Meaning, supposedly, she had nothing to worry about, however she’ll definitely find herself to be behind after today's class. The class she was currently running late to, in theory at least. It's still 8;30 but she hasn’t even taken the 35 minute subway commute so, realisticly, she will end up late. 

As she hurries down the long stairs that lead to the subway, card in hand, she tries to tie her hair to the best of her ability to get it out of her face, laptop dangerously balanced in her arm that’s extended backwards, a dangerous play, but seemingly effective as she reaches the turning gates. She scans her card quickly, getting nudged on her butt as the gate repays her for the aggressive shove she gives it, before making a run for the subway door pushing against the crowd of people making it only a few seconds before the door closes.

Luckily she finds an empty spot, the cart she got into not being too crowded with only 2 people standing at the cart dividing door. Placing her bag on the floor, lyra pulls out her small makeup pouch to do her makeup. Having slept somewhere after 3am from binging a new show, it was of no shock to her when she woke up a few minutes before 8 having slept through all 5 of her alarms to waker her up at 7. With very quick practiced precision, she does her concealer, bronzer, blush, mascara and hesitates to do her eyeliner so instead she just lines her waterline with black kohl. A quick poor job at lipliner and lipbalm, choosing to ignore how she accidently overlined her bottom lip, and she’s done. 

People on the subway have seen heinous things, have seen weird occasions on the 9am subway, so lyra aggressively patting her makeup in was not a head turner to people. Pulling out to check her tasks for the day she notes the research paper she needs to hand in today for her job, noticing how she was only halfway done with it. At that time she already knew she would be late on her master’s work. Working as a freelance researcher and analyst was not an easy thing on the side with a master’s degree, but she was aware it would be the sole reason she is able to afford her current life. 

With only a few minutes to her stop before she needs to rush off the subway again, seeing as it was almost 9, she knew she’d be, almost, not too late going into her class. Which was the case as she walks into the class 9:13 with the professor still setting up the projector, lights off and quiet murmurs flowing through the room. After a polite hello lyra finds a seat near the back, lying her things down and pulls out her materials.

By the time it hits 2, lyra is already getting off the subway, much more relaxed and in no hurry like she was that morning, and making her way down the long main street to reach the library. The plan for today was clear and simple, or simple enough, finish the rest of the research paper, revise for tomorrow’s in class analysis and outline the chapter they took today, opting to keep the studying after the analysis seeing how they don’t have materials on hand for it and she can barely keep everything on the top of her mind for too long. 

Making it into the library building lyra contemplated grabbing a coffee, but deciding to keep it for her break, knowing very well she’ll need a pick me up halfway since she hasn’t eaten anything since her early morning heated up leftover frozen waffle as she fought the clock to get out of her apartment at a reasonable time to not miss taking  the subway at a decent enough time. Making her way inside, there were still a number of tables empty, being only a little before rush time. 

Taking a quick glance around she chose the table closest to the main desk knowing that during rush hour the back couches where people hang out and the back tables would be the most crowded considering it being a monday too, meaning it’ll almost be coffee shop rush hour in here. Wanting to be able to work in, the closest to, peace as possible given the circumstances. 

Once her things are placed on the table, lyra takes a quick break, spreading her legs the furthest away she could under the table, back leaning against the back of the chair as she throws her head back, eyes closed. inaudible groan barely making it out of her throat as she appreciated the stretch after sitting through a 3 hour class and the commute from campus. “Hello darling,” the soft call urges lyra to hold her head up looking in the direction of the voice as she sees sally approaching her table from the opposite side of the library, big smile etched on her face as she pulls a chair at lyra’s table.

“Hi sally, how’s work?” lyra asks politely, gathering her limbs and leaning against the table to rest her chin on her palm as she offers a small tired smile to sally. “Same old, putting books away and helping people around.”

“Anything interesting happen?” lyra urges resting both forearms on the table as sally furrows her brows, “this is a library, define the interesting you’re looking for.”

“Something other than people studying and sleeping,” lyra explains, pulling her feet up to press the outside of her thighs against the arms of the chair, leaning her back against the stiff wood. “We had a field trip visit today.” Lyra forms an o with her mouth “how old?”

“5th graders,” at sally’s reply lyra’s face forms a grimace making her give a light laughs, “they weren’t all that loud,” sally reasons but she still shakes her head, “glad i’m never here early.” sally rolls her eyes at her response then asks, “shouldn’t you be empathetic with kids? Considering what you’re working towards?” sally asks.

“I’m able to be empathetic when it is one singular kid, not kids as a whole.” lyra responds making sally shake her head at the poor logic, “how was your day?” she asks already expecting her response when lyra presses her lips into a thin line and shuts her eyes tightly. “Only half the day left to go,” she replies dramatically making sally let out a sympathetic laugh at the younger’s dramatic response. “You’ll get through it,” lyra nods as sally gets up pointing towards the main desk.

“I need to get the rest of the books back in place before the place gets crowded, i’ll leave you to your work.” lyra gives a grateful smile as she blows sally a kiss making her smile. 

Wasting no time, she slips her headphones on, pulls out her work and switches on her laptop to get what she can done as fast as she could, hoping to make it home before midnight today since she has an earlier class tomorrow. Through the rush and hassle that adorns the library from 3-5, lyra was able to get a lot of her work done, not being bothered or too distracted by the people wandering the library and the noise that, no matter how many times people are warned, seems to occupy the library at this time. She even barely looks up when the long line starting at the main desk reaches her table as she continues to type, scour through her papers and scribble in her notebook. 

At 5:15 the library is back to being quiet, barely any sound is heard as the only people left are those who plan to spend the time there working or reading. With a hand waving in front of her face, blocking her view from her computer, if it were anyone else’s she would be pissed, but when she looks up to see sally stood next to her on the left, big smile plastered as lifts up a book in her hand, she returns the smile. Lyra slips off one side of her headphones and sits up straighter in her seat, “i’m done with my shift so i’ll be off, i was sorting through the books this morning and thought you might like to read this one so i kept it aside for you,” lyra takes the book from sallys outstretched hand to ready the title, smiling. ‘The self-driven child’. 

Sally has always been this way, ever since she’s been coming to spend all her study time at the library Sally has been picking out books for lyra that might help her. From media psychology to social psychology books, to behavioural psychology, any book she comes across that may be deemed helpful for her. Even the ones that lyra does not need, but the thought that sally keeps her in mind as she goes about her job makes lyra feel very flattered and content. 

“Thank you,” lyra says softly looking back up at sally with a big smile, “oh it’s nothing darling, just be sure to read through the blurb and let jisung check it into the system for you if you want it.” 

“Jisung?” lyra asks with furrowed brows making sally nod, “he’s new, he used to be on the early morning shift before noon with me but since we needed someone to be here during the night to help around he was moved to the night shift. He starts 6, he should be here in a bit, let’s hope he doesn’t forget about his shift again.” 

Could that be the man she saw last thursday? The one she practically ran away from? 

“I’ll be sure to read the blurb,” lyra says simply making sally smile and stroke her head gently, “be sure to take breaks, and eat.” the younger nods in response, sally bidding her goodbye as she makes her way out. 

It was almost 5:30, meaning it had been a little over 3 hours since lyra started working and her grumbling stomach proved to be an obstacle to continue that streak when she tried to get back to her task. Opting to listen the voice of reason, the loud gurgling of her stomach that could probably be heard by other people occupying the space, she quickly assorted her things on her desk, making sure to keep the book sally gave her in view so she wouldn’t accidently pack it up, and grabbed her wallet and phone before proceeding to make her way to the cafeteria. 

She took the elevator ride as an opportunity to stretch her limbs, arms high above her head as she arches her back letting out a low grunt, nose scrunching and face contorting. By the time the elevator dings, doors opening, she's stuffing her hands in her pockets heading to the cafeteria, noticing the flow of people inside, it wasn’t too busy but there was a significant amount of people eating and chattering, the soft murmur being drowned out by the jazz music playing through the floor. 

Pushing the glass door, she enters the cafeteria, the smell of freshly made food and coffee wafts through the air, growing an appetite within lyra that almost supasses her need for coffee. Going in further, Jonah spots her from a few tables down, a tray filled with empty china plates as he goes around gathering them from the tables. He gives her a small smile with a wave, which she returns with a smile of her own. She walks into his line of direction to head towards the cashier with him, “busy time?” she asks simply as soon as they’re hearing distance from each other. “As always,” he replies back giving her back a gentle touch as he walks behind her urging her forward, “come i’ll fix you up something to eat.” he situates her in front the cashier as he places the tray full of plates aside, calling back to axel in the back kitchen to come take the plates before making his way back to the other side of the cashier.

“What should i get you? We have really good bolognese today.” at the news lyra gasps with a hand over her mouth making jonah laughs as he rings it up for her, “i want something with it, i haven’t had breakfast today,” jonah gives her a disapproving look before he takes a step backwards to point at the displayed menu on the side, “you could either have shredded steak and onion or chicken tenders,” lyra hums before opting for the steak. “Alright then, that’ll be 23 dollars ma’am.”

“Here you go sir,” she extends her card over cash register, “do you want me to add a coffee for you? We don’t have any vanilla syrup today though, we ran out.” lyra gives a small pout as her disappointment shows. She doesn’t have much of a sweet tooth but no matter how many times she tries or how many ways she attempts, she can’t have plain coffee. It always tastes too bitter for her, and added sugars are too sweet for her, opting for vanilla syrup as her perfect flavour enhancer. 

“No it’s okay, hopefully a full stomach will be enough of an energy booster to finish my work.” jonah gives her an apologetic smile as he swipes her card before giving it back to her. “Find a table, me or axel will bring it to you.” she nods before choosing a table near the window, setting her things down before resting her temple on the large glass, closing her eyes as she tunes out the light music playing, focusing on the sound of ongoing cars and the light chatter from the street that makes it’s way to the second floor.

Not too long after, the sound of a china plate being placed on the table alerts lyra as she opens her eyes to see axel placing the second plate down, “ don’t believe what jonah tells you,” he whispers making her furrow her brows and tilt her head, she opens her mouth to speak but before she can ask jonah approaches her table. “He burned the steak.” At the simple statement and axel’s offended look, Lyra leans her head back as she laughs. 

“I didn’t!” axel hisses at jonah who’s already making his way back to the cashier, he turns to lyra who’s still laughing lightly, pulling the plates closer to her to begin eating. “It’s just seared a little extra.” he defends, making her shoulders shake as she shakes her head. “I’m sure it’s great.” she ensures making axel huff out a breath. She takes a bite out of the steak and holds up a thumbs up to axel who stood waiting. 

She could taste a bit of the solidified spices sticking to the pieces of meat but none of it close enough to taste charcoaled. Axel smiles gratefully before petting lyra’s shoulder, “thank you, even if you’re lying.” she furrows her brows at the comment, “remember the raspberry potato salad?” at the mention of the failed recipe testing from a good 7 months ago that he won’t seem to live down, axel shakes his head “i forgot you don’t lie, sorry.” as axel makes his way over to jonah to get back to work lyra hums as she goes back to her meal.

With a full stomach and satisfied taste buds at the quick lemon muffin she stuffed from the new recipe testing that axel snuck her, Lyra heads back to the library with a little hop in her step. 

The stark contrast of quiet atmosphere between the library and cafeteria floor help lyra switch from her break to work mood as she makes her way into the library. Upon entering she notices less people are around since it was nearing 7, the library tends to empty out near 10, the prime time of working in the peace and quiet being between 7 and 11. She makes her way back to her chair putting her phone and wallet away before taking a seat and slipping her headphones back on. 

Aware of the tight time she has, she wastes no time in turning on the noise cancelling feature and turning on a chill r&b mix before pushing her phone aside. Within a few minutes she’s back to finishing up her work, in a record time of 30 minutes she’s finalized it and handed it in. as soon as the loading screen turns into a ‘successfully submitted!’ screen she slumps in her chair n let’s out, what she thought, was an inaudible sigh of relief. Before she has the chance consider a(n unnecessary break) much needed time to recollect before she moves onto scouring the internet for any content that remotely resembles todays class so she could go over it, her eyes, unfortunately, catch the time display at the bottom of her screen.

Lyra decides to finish up quickly and go home earlier than usual so she could make it to bed before midnight. Extending her arms at her sides to stretch and crack a few joints, the knuckles on her left hand skim a soft fabric that makes her instinctively retreat her arms and curl in on herself before turning sideways to see what the uncalculated contact was. Upon turning she lays eyes on the same man from last week, dirty blonde hair pushed back by his black rimmed glasses, button up white shirt a little dishevelled and wrinkled, with the top two buttons undone and slightly tucked into his black jeans. His round eyes are wide, alarmed and worried as he takes a quick step back from lyra’s chair. His small lips are rounded in the smallest lowercase o she has ever seen as his eyes skim over her small frame, still curled in at the sudden contact, as she looks up at him with wondering eyes. 

The man looks in distress, as if he smacked lyra across the head with a table made of steel rather than accidentally walking in her line of contact whilst she was stretching. “Oh i’m sorry i didn’t see you walking by.” lyra apologizes, small polite smile as she straightens her back and pushes her hair behind her ear to see the man better. With no shift in expression he shakes his head lightly, eyes still wide, as he takes a step to the side and points around him, “no i,i didn’t know you were stretching.” he excuses, an unnecessary roll to his r in a foreign accent. “It’s okay. I wouldn’t expect you to.” she chuckles, responding back lightly to show there no hard feelings.

“here, “ she takes a small step forward, pulling her chair in to allow more space between her seat and the table behind her for him pass by. “Thank you.” jisung responds, eyes trained on the floor as he habitually gives a small bow.

He walks behind her slowly, looking back as he passes her. Once jisung is at the front desk he takes, what he thinks, are quick sneaky glances between the the books in his hand and lyra who has gone back to working on her laptop, pushing any papers and books aside as she pulls it closer to her. 

The sound of keyboard typing fills the quiet space and in no time jisung is out of his trance and goes back top his work, stealing occasional glances as he passes lyra’s table, careful to not bump into her again at any point. By the time it hits 10, there’s only 3 people in the library. Jisung, lyra, and another girl at the back of the library slumped on one of the lower seats in the reading corner, headphones on as she seemed to be watching something on her phone. 

Jisung is at the front desk, lyric notebook open as he hunches over it, brows furrowed in deep contemplation, pen poking his bottom lip as he scans over the lyrics, crossing out yet another line that does not provide the flow he wants. He lets out a sigh of frustration, as he goes back to the first line, humming the song and lightly murmuring the lyrics till he reaches the same line he hasn’t been able to go past for the past 3 days. 

As he tsks and places his pen down on the notebook in annoyance, in his line of vision stood lyra with her bag slung across her shoulder, and the book sally gave her clutched in her arms. At the shock of another person he wasn’t prepared to interact with, jisung sprung out of his chair, stumbling a little, as he ran his hand through his blonde hair, forgetting that his glasses were in his hair, making them go flying to the floor a few feet away from the desk. Both lyra and jisung turned to look at the poor glasses as she chuckles lightly. From embarrassment and quick over contemplation, jisung froze for a second, mouth flapping open like a fish out of water. When she sees that he makes no move to go pick up his glasses, lyra goes to grab it for him, he watches her as she crouches down to pick them up, fold them and walk back to hand it to him. 

“Here you go,” she says in the quietest and gentlest tone she could muster, and places them in his outstretched hand. “Oh thank you.” jisung quietly responds, clutching them tightly as if they’d try to excape him again. “Absolutely,” she responds with a small smile.

When jisung doesn’t respond furthur, a moment of silence settling between them, lyra holds up the book she was holding, “i wanted to burrow these.” she says simply holding them out to him to take them from her. “Oh of course.” Jisung clumsily takes the book from her as he gives the chair behind him a little kick so he could shuffle to the computer. “The self-driven child.” he reads under his breath as he types it into the computer. Upon finding the book in the sheets he enters the date and turns to lyra, “what’s your name?”

“Lyra campbell.” she responds simply taking a small step closer to see the screen as jisung types. Hyper aware of her lingering behind him, his fingers graze over the keyboard, looking between the keys. Upon noticing she offers him guidance. 

“L,”

“Huh?” jisung turns to her, round eyes big and glowing, “lyra, L.” she repeats and his mouth froms an o, just as it did earlier. He turns to the keyboard and presses the letter. “Y- r- a. Campbell, c-a-m-p-b-e-l-l.” when he’s done he presses enter to finalize the entry and turns to lyra with the book. 

“Hand back in uh 3 weeks, between noon and 6pm.” he receits the rules given to him as he hands her back the book, lyra nods dutifully as she takes back the book with a smile, “thank you. Good night.”

“Good night.” he parrots back as she turns to leave. Jisung wipes his palms on his jeans as he turns back to his notebook. “Aish how embarrassing.” he mutters to himself taking a quick glance the library’s entrance where lyra just was. 

At midnight, jisung unfortunately had to politely kick out the girl who was still hanging out at the library, watching whatever she was watching, so he could close up and go home. Thankfully, she was no trouble though and instantly packed up, talking too fast for jisung to be able to grasp onto more than ‘the library wifi is just spectacular’ and ‘nowhere in her dorm is as quiet as it is here’, and left. In very quick strides jisung places all the books he knows need to be placed, having a much better understanding of where everything needs to be after a week of being the one to close up the library, turns off any devices, places any forgotten object on the front desk for sally to deal with when she comes back and turns off the lights as he heads out with a polite bow and goodbye to the security.

[jenli-leleesss]

♡ ─ asking bff!stray kids to pick you up from the club

warning(s): swearing, mentions of creeps/weirdos, mentions of nonconsensual touching in Minho's (doesn't go into detail), mentions of drinking and being drunk (not reader), please please pleeeaasee lmk if I missed something!

request: I freaking deleted it when I went to answerrrr I'm so sorry anon! you were so sweet so I hope this lived up to your expectations :')

#8530D1 … stray kids masterlist

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