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boyfriend texts with han jisung ˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗

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contains: bf!han jisung x female!reader

warnings: language, suggestive content (?), pet names, mdni!!!

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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.”

[stayteezdreams]

How they surprise you for Valentines Day: SKZ Maknae Line

Plot: How they surprise you for Valentines Day

Pairings: Han x Reader (est relationship); Felix x Reader (est relationship); Seungmin x Reader (est relationship); I.N x Reader (first date/new relationship) *All Gn!Reader Inserts

A/n: These aren't going to be super in depth. I originally planned on writing multiple fics for Valentines Day but my motivation has failed me. But I wanted to get something out, so this is what I was able to do lol The bucket list items in Felix's list might not be something you want to do, but I tried to add unique and fun things that a lot of people (including myself) have never been able to do!

Warnings: Mentioned of jewelry as gifts, but I kept it super vague so it would be anything you want.

Words: 1.1k

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(Ateez Version: Hyung Line; Maknae)

Han: Déjà vu

Han, the not-so-secret romantic, planned out a specific route for you to take the morning of Valentines Day.

Texting you to head down a familiar road, you did so, confused but willing to play along.

As you turned the corner, you ran directly into him, knocking a cup of coffee out of his hands.

Déjà vu coursed through you as the memory of how you first met ran through your mind.

You had accidentally knocked the coffee out of his hands, and offered to buy him a new one.

This accidental meet-cute lead to your loving and fun relationship.

You giggled, and as you laughed, helping Han to clean up the coffee, "This seems familiar."

Han would laugh and agree (unbeknownst to you, this was on purpose)

He then took you to the same cafe you had gotten him coffee at years prior. He ordered the same thing for himself and you, and it was at this point you started to pick up on what he was doing.

After you were done at the cafe, you and Han walked through the same park you did that first meeting, when you were still mostly strangers, but felt that spark that caused both of you to want to linger a little longer around each other.

You reminisced on these memories after Han admitted that he re-planned your first meeting.

Once you reached the end of your walk, which years prior, Han concluded with a bashful request to go on a date with him.

"Are you going to ask me on a date again?"

He shook his head before he reached into his pocket. "Nope, I'm going to ask you something much more important this time."

As he knelt down on one knee and gave you an amazing speech (though a little rushed out of anxiety), he asked you to marry him.

Now your memory of your first meeting was paired beautifully with the memory of your proposal.

Felix: Bucket List

To surprise you for Valentines Day, Felix decided to set up a bunch of things to do from your bucket list.

Most were fairly simple, since you were limited to the city you were in, but he did his best.

First, you went to the petting zoo, where you were able to feed and meet the animals yourself.

Next you went to a park where you both went up in a hot air balloon, and you later zip-lined across the park.

During this time, there was non-bucket list related things like arcade games, eating, and go-karting as well.

As a more simple 'couple-based' item the two of you had talked about doing in the past, Felix set you both of with a couples activity class.

You made each other bracelets, painted together, and baked desserts for each other.

After all of these activities, you finally went to dinner.

Felix (after much trail and error) finally managed to get the two of you a reservation for this unique and fun restaurant you had always wanted to try.

The food was amazing and you had a great time.

Afterwards, you finally headed home, where you exchanged gifts.

You got each other flowers that you exchanged earlier in the day, but in the evening he gave you a cute toy, some home-made chocolates, and a lovely piece of jewelry.

You got him a nice new jacket, some gaming accessories, and also made him some hand-made desserts.

As one final surprise before you cuddled up for the evening, he surprised you with tickets to your favorite band (besides Skz), that the two of you were going to go see together later in the year.

Seungmin: Reunion + Date

The boys had been on tour for the last few weeks, and though they had time off over Valentines Day, it would be such a hassle to fly back home for the holiday, that you didn't bother asking Seungmin about it.

He had sent you flowers and chocolates the day before to make up for it, and you told him you owed him some gifts when he got back home.

What you didn't know, was that he was on his way back home already.

With the help of one of your best-friends, when you went out for a brief friends-gathering to get some pampering in, Seungmin had arrived back home and set up a surprise dinner for you.

When you got back home, you were greeted with the dining room littered with flowers, balloons, candles and an array of your favorite foods.

Seungmin couldn't help himself when he jumped out with a "Boo!" making you yelp in surprise.

After you whined and smacked him a couples times, you were latched onto him for quite a while.

He teased you (but secretly loved every second of it)

He gave you a bunch of gifts he had gathered for you from the different cities and countries they had gone to so far.

After you ate about 30% of the ridiculous amount of food he ordered, the two of you cuddled on the couch and watched TV together.

He had to fly back for the next concert tomorrow evening, but you planned to go out and have some semi-late Valentines fun before he left again.

You had a breakfast date, before watching a movie at the theatre, and then getting another meal together before you sent him off at the airport.

I.N: Concert

You and Jeongin had only recently started to date.

And since Valentines was happening almost immediately after you agreed to date him (he asked you out with a cute confession), he decided to ask you out on your first official date as a couple for Valentines Day.

You were excited but nervous, as you had no idea what he planned.

At first you met up and had lunch together at a nice restaurant.

Then he took you to the "surprise" which he made you close your eyes for as you arrived.

When you climbed out of the car, it wasn't too hard to figure out from your surroundings that he had gotten you tickets to a concert that one of your favorite bands was holding.

You had tried to get tickets when they first went on sale, but failed.

Jeongin, having known this, tried too, and succeeded, which gave him the opportunity for this surprise.

The concert was amazing, and he insisted on buying you some merch as well.

When the concert was over, you were both thoroughly exhausted, but decided to chill together that evening and order in some food.

Jeongin also surprised you with some flowers and a cute stuffed toy.

You surprised him with some home-made cookies and a bracelet.

Though both of you were a bit nervous in this new relationship, your first couple-date was a major success.

You did tell Jeongin he had to even better next year, and this made him visibly nervous.

You were joking though (mostly), but he took it seriously (and succeeded).

xx

I kind of ran out of brain power half way through this, but I hope you liked them anyways!

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Lap Of Luxery H.JS

A short dabble(?) about Y/n sitting in jisungs lap, and he almost can’t contain himself

Chubby!Fem reader x Han Jisung

WC 600+

Themes: suggestive themes, heavy tension, dirty thoughts, Jisung down bad, lap-sitting, Y/N unknowingly teasing him, internal screaming, Jisung struggling for his life, lots of soft touching, Jisung trying (and failing) to be respectful, mild language, dumbassery, and fluff with an underlying hint of thirst.

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Jisung knew he was down bad.

Like, really bad. It wasn’t even funny at this point.

Y/N had plopped down onto his lap without a second thought, completely oblivious to the way his entire body had frozen at the contact.

Warm. Soft. Heavy in a way that made his hands itch to hold her properly.

God, he was losing his mind.

“Since you have so generously offered your lap as my throne,” Y/N declared, flipping her hair dramatically, “I shall now bless you with a live performance!”

Jisung barely processed her words because all he could think about was how close she was. Her weight pressed against him in the most deliciously unbearable way. He knew Y/N was chubby, but feeling her like this? His hands on her hips, fingers twitching as he resisted the urge to squeeze?

He was so screwed.

And then—she started singing.

“Every night in my dreams… I see you, I feel you…”

Jisung blinked, shaking himself out of his inappropriate thoughts.

Right. Titanic. Celine Dion. Not the fact that Y/N was shifting slightly in his lap, her ass pressing against his thighs in a way that was absolutely testing his willpower.

“Oh my god,” he groaned, throwing his head back. “Not this again.”

“That is how I knooooow you go oooon!”

Y/N clutched her chest dramatically, belting out the lyrics with full commitment.

Jisung tried to focus on laughing, on teasing her like he always did, but it was hard when she was moving like that. Every time she threw her arms up or adjusted her position, she pressed down just right.

He had to lift his hands—physically lift them off her waist—to stop himself from gripping her hips and holding her there.

“NEAAAAAR, FAAAR, WHEREVER YOU AREEEEE—”

Jisung clamped his mouth shut to stop the noise that almost came out of him. It wasn’t even her singing that was killing him. It was the way her body moved against his with every exaggerated note. The way she was so comfortably seated on him, not even realizing the war waging inside his head.

“Stop!” he finally choked out, laughter masking his desperation. “I can’t— I’m gonna die!”

Y/N gasped dramatically, twisting in his lap to face him, completely unaware of what she was doing to him. “Then sink with me, Jisung!”

He squeezed his eyes shut. Don’t say that. Don’t say stuff like that while you’re on my lap, oh my god.

He needed to get his shit together. Now.

Swallowing, he forced himself to laugh, lifting his arms in surrender as he played along. “Fine, fine! You win! But I’m taking you down with me.”

“That’s all I ever wanted,” she sighed happily, resting back against his chest.

Jisung tensed as she settled into him like it was nothing, her warmth seeping into him. He let out a shaky breath, barely keeping his hands on her waist as he held her in place.

It wasn’t fair. It really wasn’t fair.

Y/N had no idea what she was doing to him.

And if he wanted to survive this moment, she could never find out.

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Bare Yourself To Me

Word Count: 36 Summary: but it was the person sitting across from him on the couch who truly unsettled him. You. Pairing: Han X Reader

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The rain outside matched the storm inside Han’s chest, drumming against the windows of his small apartment. The dim light from the lamp cast long shadows across the walls, but it was the person sitting across from him on the couch who truly unsettled him.

You.

You had always been able to see right through him, past the jokes and easy smiles, past the hoodies he tugged over his hands when the world felt too sharp. It unnerved him how effortlessly you peeled away the layers he had spent years crafting.

Tonight was no different.

“You’re always hiding,” you murmured, voice soft but firm. “Behind your words. Your music. Even your clothes.”

Han swallowed hard, fingers gripping the sleeves of his hoodie. “I’m not hiding,” he countered, but the words felt weak, even to himself.

You tilted your head, gaze unwavering. “Then take it off.”

His heart stuttered. “W-what?”

“The hoodie.” You nodded toward the fabric bunched in his grip. “And everything else you use to keep me out.”

Han hesitated, his breath catching in his throat. The weight of your request wasn’t lost on him. It wasn’t about the hoodie. It wasn’t even about the layers of fabric. It was about the walls—the ones he had built so high he sometimes feared even he couldn’t climb them.

His fingers twitched. The air between you was thick with unspoken words, unspoken fears.

“Why?” he asked, voice barely above a whisper.

“Because I want to know you,” you said simply. “The real you. Not just the pieces you let the world see.”

The storm outside raged on, but in that moment, the real battle was inside him. Slowly, tentatively, he reached for the hem of his hoodie, heart pounding as he pulled it over his head. It felt like shedding armor, like stepping into a space where he had no defenses left.

You didn’t say anything. You just looked at him—really looked. And for the first time in a long time, Han let himself be seen.

[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 ♡

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Peony

"An unsent love letter is found"

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genre: friends to lovers

warnings: swearing

pov: 2nd person

pairing: jisung x gn!reader

description: while picking up a lyric book for han from his dorm, a strange piece of paper falls out of his bookshelf

screenshot count: 14

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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.

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♡ ─ 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!

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Stranger Danger....Or Not? (Part 1)

Word Count: 1.3k

Genre: Mystery/Rom-Com

(Minho X Fem!Reader + Han?)

Summary: After a frustrating day, Y/N meets Minho, a stranger who feels oddly familiar. Their connection moves quickly, but things take a mysterious turn when Han, a cryptic newcomer, inserts himself into their conversation with unsettling ease. As deja vu lingers, Y/N begins to wonder if their meeting was really just coincidence.

Part 2

Y/N had always dismissed the idea of fate. It always sounded much too convenient, too much like an excuse that people gave themselves when life didn't go quite according to plan. Coincidences? Sure. Random chance? Absolutely. But destiny? Fate? The notion that the universe had some grand, intricate plan weaving everyone's lives together felt like nothing but wishful thinking.

At least, until today.

Her morning had been cursed from the moment she opened her eyes. She had overslept, thanks to her cat, Phoenix, knocking her phone charger unplugged and her phone dying in the middle of the night. And the stubbed toe on the corner of her dresser edge was practically a personal attack from the universe itself. Toothpaste had found its way onto her favorite cream colored sweater, an offense she couldn't even be mad about because of how absurdly typical it felt at this point.

And thennnn came the rain.

Not a gentle drizzle, but a heavy, unrelenting downpour that started the moment she set foot outside without her umbrella. She sprinted for the public bus, clutching her powder blue tote bag tightly to her body to keep her sketchbook safe, only to watch in horror as the bus rolled away from the stop just as she arrived out of breath.

By the time she finally stumbled into her favorite cafe, soaked to the bone and seething, she was convinced that if fate was real, it had a particularly cruel sense of humor.

The sharp chime of the cafe's doorbell greeted her, along with the comforting scent of freshly ground coffee. The warmth of the space seeped into her chilled wet skin, wrapping her in its familiar soothing embrace. The low murmur of conversations and the soft hum of indie music offered a reprieve from the chaos of the outside world.

Y/N ordered her usual; a hot latte with extra foam, and retreated to her typical booth tucked in the corner by a rain speckled window. She sighed as she wrapped her cold fingers around the warm coffee cup, letting the heat sink into her palms. Her eyes traced patterns in the swirling cream, trying to shake off the creeping sense that today was just off somehow.

The door chimed once more.

At first, she didn't look up. But something about the shift in energy, a subtle tension in the air, made her glance toward the entrance.

He walked in like any other customer, shaking droplets of rain from his dark leather coat. His black hair was damp, sticking slightly to his forehead, and he looked like he had just stepped out of a melancholy indie film. His sharp features were softened by the dim light of the cafe, but what caught her attention wasn't necessarily his appearence.

It was the strange, unsettling pull in her chest.

There was something about him. Something familiar.

His gaze swept over the cafe with casual indifference until his eyes landed on her. For the briefest of moments, time seemed to stutter. His eyes were a deep brown, warm and inviting, but behind the seemingly calm exterior was something unspoken; an echo of recognition that neither of them could place.

And then he walked towards her.

Her pulse quickened as he approached, though she couldn't pin point why. He stopped beside her booth, hesitating just long enough for her to wonder if he was just going to turn and walk away from her after all.

"Mind if I sit here?" His voice was low and smooth with a thread of hesitation beneath his suddenly confident exterior.

Y/N blinked. "Uh, sure?"

The stranger slid into the seat across from her without another word, then resting his hands on the table. The almost guaranteed awkwardness she expected never actually arrived. Instead, an unusual calmness settled over her, as if it hadn't been the first time they'd shared a table in a quiet cafe on a rainy day.

"I'm Minho." He said simply.

The name tugged at something deep inside of her mind, but the connection slipped away before she had the chance to grab hold of it.

"Y/N." She replied, her voice quieter than she intended.

A beat of silence stretched between them. It wasn't exactly uncomfortable, but it was heavy, like there was more to be said but neither of them knew where to start.

Minho's gaze lingered on her, studying her with a curious intensity that sent a shiver down her spine. "Have we met before?"

The question wasn't accusatory, it was gentle, almost thoughtful, as if he genuinely wasn't sure of the answer.

Y/N's throat felt suddenly dry. "I don't think so. I feel like I'd remember." She wasn't entirely sure what she meant by that.

He let out a small, humorless chuckle. "Yeah, me too."

Their conversation stumbled into neutral topics--how long they'd lived in the city, other favorite cafe's and restaurants, the inexplicable magic of rainy days. Underneath every word, there was an unspoken undercurrent. Every smile felt too familiar, every glance lasted a second too long. Y/N couldn't shake the feeling that they weren't strangers at all. They were....something else.

Just as she was about to ask Minho another question, the door chimed again.

Another stranger walked in, shaking off the cold with the same ease as Minho had. His messy black hair and oversized blood red hoodie gave him an effortless, casual coolness vibe. His eyes scanned the cafe with sharp precision until they landed on Y/N and Minho.

Then he smiled, wide and knowing, and just a little too pleased.

Without any hesitation, he made his way toward them and slid into the booth next to Minho like he belonged there.

"Fancy seeing you two here." The newcomer said with a grin that felt almost practiced.

Minho's posture tensed slightly. "Han."

Y/N blinked, the tension between the two men suddenly palpable. "You guys know each other?"

Han's grin widened. "You could say that. We cross paths more often than we should."

Minho's jaw tightened. "Or you're just good at showing up uninvited. What do they call that word? Stalking?"

Han chuckled, leaning back into his seat. "Coincidence? Fate? Who's to say?"

Y/N frowned, feeling like she stumbled into a conversation that had already been in progress. "Okay, seriously, what's going on?"

Han's gaze settled on her, and for a moment, the playful sparkle in his eyes dimmed. "I think you'll figure it out soon enough."

Minho cleared his throat, trying to redirect the tension off of her. "So, Y/N, what do you do?"

She blinked at the sudden shift. "I'm a freelance illustrator. I do commissions and some comic projects."

His eyes lit up with genuine interest. "That's amazing! It takes real skill to bring stories to life through art."

Before she could even respond, Han leaned forward in his seat, hands in his pockets. "Artists are always the ones who notice patterns first. You should pay attention to them."

Minho shot him a glare. "Can you not be so damn cryptic for once?"

Han smirked but said nothing more.

The rest of the conversation flowed naturally--too naturally, with the exception of a few of Han's odd additions that seemed almost like riddles. Every laugh shared, every moment of connection felt like layers of an unfinished puzzle slowly sliding into place.

Yet, under it all, there was a question that no one voiced aloud:

Why did it feel like they already knew each other?

Just as Y/N tried to shake the feeling, something bizarre happened, even compared to Han's presence. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught the reflection in the rain streaked window beside them--an image of Minho's face, but somehow different. Older, perhaps, pr cast in a light that didn't exist within the cozy cafe. Her stomach twisted uncomfortably as she blinked, and the image vanished just as swiftly as it had appeared.

"Are you okay?" Minho's voice pulled her back into the present.

Y/N forced a smile, but the unease lingered and was hard to hide. "Yeah, just....I thought I saw something. Must've just been the rain."

Han's gaze lingered on her longer than she would have liked, the playful spark in his eyes dulled by something heaver, seemingly knowing. "Rain has a funny way of showing you things you're not ready to see."

[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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♡ ˚⁎⁺˳ ── love song..

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

[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

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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

[zeroseuniverse]

Respect is Earned

Word Count:980 Summary: This wasn't about entertainment. It wasn't about survival, either. It was about something bigger. Respect. Pairing: Han Jisung X Fem Reader

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The underground fight club smelled of sweat, blood, and desperation. Dim lights flickered above the ring, casting jagged shadows on the stained concrete floor. Fighters milled around the space, some stretching, others gauging their competition with sharp, wary eyes. The air buzzed with murmurs—bets being placed, debts being counted, names being whispered.

Some names carried weight. Other names were uttered with a sneer.

"The poser showed up tonight," someone muttered near the betting tables.

"Tch. What for? No one cares about him. He's not the real deal."

"Yeah, but he acts like he is. Probably here to pretend he's still one of us."

The conversation faded into the hum of the room, but the tone was unmistakable—dismissive, unimpressed. Whoever they were talking about wasn't respected here. This was a sharp contrast to the way fighters spoke of others, of legends who had clawed their way to the top with nothing but bruised knuckles and sheer will.

She kept her focus on the ring. The fight about to start was nothing special—two desperate men throwing wild punches, neither with enough training to make it last long. But that wasn't why she was here. This wasn't about entertainment. It wasn't about survival, either. It was about something bigger.

Respect.

She adjusted the tape around her wrists, steadying her breathing. No one here knew her yet. That would change soon enough.

A few feet away, another quiet conversation drifted past her.

"He's watching the new ones. Probably waiting to see who's worth keeping around."

"Like he even knows what that means."

She didn't look. Whoever he was, whatever weight his name carried or didn't, he didn't matter. Not yet.

The only thing that mattered was stepping into that ring and ensuring they remembered her when she stepped out.

The announcer's voice cut through the noise, calling out the next match. Her name echoed through the room, unfamiliar to most but soon to be known. A few fighters turned, giving her the once-over, weighing her in their minds before dismissing her just as quickly.

She stepped forward, rolling her shoulders, letting the anticipation settle into her bones. The fighter across from her was bigger, heavier, the kind that relied on brute force rather than technique. He smirked, cracking his knuckles as if this were just another easy win.

She let him believe it.

The bell rang, and he lunged.

She moved faster.

A sidestep, a sharp strike to his ribs. A flicker of surprise crossed his face before he swung again. Sloppy. Predictable. She ducked and countered, her fist connecting cleanly with his jaw. The crowd stirred, murmurs shifting in tone. Interest.

She kept her expression neutral, kept her mind focused. This wasn't just about winning. It was about proving she belonged.

From somewhere in the crowd, unseen but present, someone watched with narrowed eyes. The poser. He wasn't impressed. Not yet.

But he would be.

The fight didn't last much longer. Her opponent recovered from the blow to his jaw, but his attacks grew reckless, desperate to overpower her with brute strength. She let him tire himself out, dodging each wild swing with calculated precision. When she struck again, it was with purpose—a sharp kick to the side of his knee, a swift elbow to his temple. He staggered, his balance lost. One final strike to the ribs, and he collapsed to the ground, wheezing.

The referee counted. The match was over.

A mix of reactions rippled through the crowd. Some scoffed, unimpressed. Others murmured in grudging approval. A few exchanged money, irritated at losing their bets. She didn't react, only turning away from her fallen opponent and stepping out of the ring, her heart pounding, adrenaline still coursing through her veins.

The respect she wanted wouldn't come from a single fight. She knew that. It had to be earned, piece by piece.

She wiped the sweat from her brow as she made her way toward the bookkeeper's table. A grizzled man behind the counter barely spared her a glance as he shoved a small envelope across the surface. "Your cut," he grunted. "Don't spend it all in one place."

She took the envelope, weighing it in her palm. The money inside wasn't much, not compared to the bets flying around the room, but it was enough. Enough to keep her going. Enough to help someone else. She slipped it into her pocket without counting it, already knowing where it was needed most.

She spotted a younger fighter slumped against the wall, fresh from a brutal loss. His lip was split, his knuckles raw, and the way he clutched his side told her the damage went deeper than what was visible. Without a word, she knelt beside him, pressing the envelope into his palm.

"What—?" he started, blinking at her in confusion.

"For the next one," she said simply. "Get patched up. Don't let them see you weak."

His fingers tightened around the money, and for a moment, he just stared at her. Then, with a small nod, he tucked it away, pushing himself up despite the pain. Wordless understanding passed between them before he limped off.

As she reached for her water bottle, she caught a few lingering stares from the fighters around her. Calculating. Judging. Weighing her next move.

And then, from the far side of the room, a pair of eyes lingered longer than the rest. The poser wasn't just watching anymore.

He was interested.

The next few fights came fast. Each time she stepped into the ring, she faced a new challenge—opponents stronger, faster, more experienced. But she adapted, learned their weaknesses, and turned their aggression against them. And with every win, the murmurs shifted. The sneers became nods. The dismissive glances turned into measuring looks.

She was no longer just another newcomer. She was something else. A problem. A threat. A name that mattered.

And Han Jisung noticed.