#han jisung tags

[onlyforyoukook]

Please make a story about han being a mafia and being cold and ruthless to everyone but he meets y/n and has a soft spot for her

paring: han jisung x fem¡reader

synopsis: han, the feared and ruthless leader of the city’s most powerful mafia, is known for his cold heart and brutal ways. He trusts no one and shows no mercy, keeping his emotions locked away. But everything changes when he meets y/n, a heartbroken girl who stumbles into his dangerous world.

mafia au

word count: 2.2k

it’s a chilly night, the streets of the city cold and unforgiving as you sit on the curb outside the dimly lit bar, the weight of betrayal heavy on your shoulders. your eyes blur with unshed tears as you take another long sip from the bottle in your hand. all you can think about is how you caught your best friend with your now ex-boyfriend, tangled together in a betrayal that pierced through you like a knife.

The alcohol burns your throat, dulling the ache in your chest but not enough to drown it out completely. you barely notice the two men approaching until they’re too close, their eyes gleaming with predatory intent. one of them crouches beside you, his hand resting on your shoulder as he murmurs something you don’t quite catch. panic surges through you, but your limbs feel heavy, your body uncooperative.

Before things can escalate further, the air shifts. it’s subtle at first, but the weight of it is suffocating, and then you hear it, the thud of a body hitting the ground. another follows, and you blink, trying to focus through the haze of alcohol. standing in front of you is a man you don’t recognize, but something about him demands your attention.

han jisung.

you don’t know his name yet, but everyone in the city knows who he is, the ruthless leader of the most feared mafia. he’s known for his cruelty, for getting things done with no questions asked and no emotions shown. you can tell just by looking at him that he’s dangerous, the aura of power surrounding him unmistakable.

he stares down at you, his cold, calculating gaze scanning your disheveled state. he should leave. you’re not his problem. but something stops him. something unfamiliar and irritating. for reasons he can’t understand, he can’t just walk away.

without a word, he grabs your arm, pulling you to your feet. you’re too out of it to protest, your head spinning as he drags you down the street, away from the bar, away from the danger you were in moments ago. he takes you to a nearby motel, the dingy room barely better than the streets, but at least it’s safer.

you sit on the edge of the bed, blinking up at him as he tosses a towel at you.

“clean yourself up,” he orders, his voice sharp.

but there’s something beneath it. something softer.

“you shouldn’t be out there.” he says, with a unreadable expression on his face.

you don’t respond, too stunned to process what’s happening. why is he helping you? a man like him doesn’t just help random people. but for some reason, he’s here, in this tiny room with you, instead of walking away like he always does.

han knows he should leave. this isn’t his style. he doesn’t get involved in people’s problems unless it benefits him or his organization. but as he watches you wipe the smudged makeup from your face, something tugs at him. it’s unfamiliar, and he hates it. he hates how seeing you like this makes him feel something. it’s a weakness, and he doesn’t have time for that.

he turns to leave, his hand on the doorknob but he hesitates. his chest tightens with an emotion he doesn’t recognize, and before he can stop himself, he steps away from the door and sits in the chair by the window, his eyes locked on you.

you look up, confusion flickering across your face.

“why… why are you doing this, why are you helping me?” you utter quietly.

he doesn’t answer right away. instead, he stares out the window, his jaw clenched. he doesn’t know why. he doesn’t understand it himself. but the thought of leaving you alone, vulnerable, makes something inside him twist.

“just go to sleep,” he mutters.

you don’t argue, too exhausted to question him further. you lie down on the bed, pulling the thin blanket over yourself as your eyes flutter closed. han watches you for a moment longer before turning his gaze back to the window, his mind racing with thoughts he doesn’t want to acknowledge.

hours pass, and han still hasn’t left. he sits in the chair, unmoving, his eyes now fixed on your sleeping form. you’re so small, so fragile compared to the world he’s used to. it frustrates him. why does he care? why does it matter to him what happens to you?

but as the night drags on, the answer becomes clear, even if he refuses to admit it to himself.

you’re different.

and that terrifies him.

but no matter how hard he tries to leave, he can’t. he’s addicted to the way you look at him, the way your presence makes the darkness in his life seem a little less suffocating.

As the morning arrives, the pale light of dawn creeps through the blinds, casting soft shadows across the room. you stir in the bed, a slight headache pounding at your temples from the alcohol you drank the night before. as your eyes adjust to the dim light, you become acutely aware of the weight of a presence in the room. your heart races as you remember the events of the night the men, the stranger who saved you, and now…

your eyes land on him. han sits in the chair by the window, his sharp gaze fixed on you. his expression is unreadable, but there’s a cold intensity in his eyes that makes your blood run cold. for a moment, you wonder if you should be afraid of him after all, he’s dangerous, a man with blood on his hands. but there’s something about him that keeps you grounded, that pulls you in despite the fear gnawing at the back of your mind.

“you’re awake,” he states, his voice low, almost gravelly.

it’s not a question, just an observation, but it sends a shiver down your spine.

you sit up slowly, pulling the blanket closer to your chest as if it can somehow shield you from the strange tension hanging in the air.

“why… are you still here?” your voice is small

the vulnerability in it clear even to you. you know you’re probably not going to get an answer, but you can’t help asking, you’re curious because you know, that this isn’t like him.

he doesn’t respond right away. his gaze remains fixed on you, cold and calculating, like he’s assessing something he hasn’t quite figured out yet. then, after what feels like an eternity, he stands up, walking towards you with slow, deliberate steps.

“i don’t know,” he finally admits

his tone so devoid of emotion it makes your heart sink.

“i don’t usually… help people.” he stops a few feet from the bed, towering over you,

and for the first time, you realize just how imposing he is. his presence alone makes the small motel room feel even smaller.

you swallow hard, unsure of how to respond. part of you wants to thank him, to express your gratitude, but the other part the part that’s still reeling from the fear and confusion of the night before holds you back. instead, you just nod, averting your eyes as you try to gather your thoughts.

“you shouldn’t be out there alone,” he says, his voice softer now but still tinged with an edge. “especially not in this part of town. it’s dangerous.”

you can’t help but let out a bitter laugh, shaking your head.

“yeah, well… i didn’t exactly have anywhere else to go”

you mutter

the weight of the betrayal from your best friend and ex-boyfriend still fresh in your mind.

han’s eyes narrow slightly, and for a moment, you think you see a flicker of something in them.. concern, maybe? but it’s gone as quickly as it appeared.

“then you stay here,” he says firmly, like it’s not up for debate. “until you figure something out.”

his words catch you off guard, and you blink up at him, confused. “stay… here?” you echo, your voice laced with disbelief. “with you?”

he doesn’t hesitate. “yes.”

it’s not a request, it’s a demand. and something about the way he says it so final, so certain makes you feel like you don’t really have a choice. you want to argue, to tell him you can take care of yourself, but deep down, you know that’s not true. you’re alone, with no one to turn to, and as much as you hate to admit it, han is right. the city is dangerous, and right now, he’s the only thing standing between you and that danger.

you nod slowly, feeling a mix of unease and gratitude settle in your chest.

“okay,” you whisper, though the word feels foreign on your tongue.

days turn into weeks, and before you know it, you’ve fallen into a strange routine with han. you stay in the motel room most of the time, only venturing out when he’s with you, always watching your back. at first, it’s suffocating, the way he hovers over you, never letting you out of his sight for too long. but as the days go by, you start to feel something shift between you.

han is still cold, still distant, but there are moments brief, fleeting moments, where you catch glimpses of something deeper beneath his hardened exterior. he brings you food, makes sure you have everything you need, and though he rarely speaks to you, his actions tell you more than his words ever could.

you should be scared. you should be questioning why a man like han is keeping you around, why he cares at all. but instead, you find yourself drawn to him, to the quiet intensity in his eyes, to the way he protects you without question. you start to feel safe with him, even though you know you shouldn’t.

it’s a dangerous feeling.

one night, as you lie in bed, unable to sleep, you find yourself thinking about han more than you’d like to admit. there’s something about him that makes your heart race, something that pulls you in even when you know you should keep your distance. you’ve seen what he’s capable of, the violence that lurks just beneath the surface, and yet… you can’t stop thinking about him.

you roll over, your eyes drifting to where han is sitting in his usual spot by the window. he’s always there, watching, guarding, like he’s afraid something might happen if he lets his guard down for even a second.

“han?” you whisper, your voice barely audible in the quiet room.

he turns his head slightly, acknowledging you, but doesn’t speak.

“why are you helping me..?” you ask

the question slipping out before you can stop yourself. it’s something that’s been nagging at you for weeks, the one thing you haven’t been able to figure out.

he doesn’t answer right away, his gaze drifting back to the window as if he’s lost in thought. the silence stretches on, and for a moment, you think he’s not going to respond at all. but then, he speaks.

“i don’t,” he says, his voice low, almost emotionless. “but i can’t… stop.”

his words send a chill down your spine. there’s something dark in the way he says it, something that makes your skin prickle with unease. he’s admitting to something he doesn’t fully understand, something that scares even him.

you should be terrified. you should get up, leave, run as far away from him as you can. but instead, you find yourself getting up from the bed, crossing the room until you’re standing in front of him.

“han…” you begin, but your words trail off as he looks up at you, his eyes dark and unreadable.

before you can say anything else, he stands, towering over you. there’s an intensity in his gaze that makes your breath catch in your throat, and for a moment, you’re frozen in place, unsure of what to do.

then, without warning, his hands start to roam your body, rough, desperate, pulling you closer until your bodies are pressed together. his lips crash against yours, and the kiss is hungry, filled with all the pent up tension that’s been building between you since the night you met.

it’s overwhelming, the way he consumes you, like he’s been holding back for far too long. you can feel the weight of his emotions in every touch, every kiss, and it makes your head spin.

you don’t know how long it lasts, how long you stay tangled together in the darkness of the room, but by the time you pull away, you’re breathless, your heart pounding in your chest.

han stares down at you, his expression unreadable, but you can see the conflict in his eyes. he doesn’t want to feel this way. he doesn’t want to care about you, to need you. but he does, and there’s no escaping it.

“you’re mine,” he says, his voice low and possessive.

“no one else can have you.”

the words send a shiver down your spine, and you realize then just how deep you’ve fallen into his world. there’s no going back now. you’re his, whether you like it or not.

and han… he’ll do anything to keep you.

MASTERLIST

[minhosblr]

I can't decide who's cuter

[faunandfloraas]

Happy mother's day...

[hanfocus]

[kijeu]

HAN JISUNG ⟡ 221009 sbs inkigayo - case 143

[lixies-favorite-cookie]

Skz as red flags

Chan, who professes his undying love—even after a week of radio silence.

Minho, who becomes concerningly aggressive every time you have a minor dispute.

Changbin, who begs you to join him at the gym, only to nit-pick every little detail once you do.

Hyunjin, who dramatizes his every move—especially when he accuses you of cheating.

Han, who is so insecure about your relationship that he cries when you go out and won't stop texting you until you come home.

Felix, who is so anxious about confrontation that he just can't defend you in groups; you're fine with that, until a group of guys keeps hitting on you, and Felix isn't doing anything.

Seungmin, who completely ignores you for days, even weeks, after an argument—just because he believes he's right.

Jeongin, who is unwilling to compromise on your need for skinship—and his lack thereof.

little a/n just in case... yall this is just something silly I posted okay please don't take anything too seriously 😭

[yangjeongin]

JISUNG / 'MOUNTAINS' MV

[linoyes]

🍕for @marwoood

[strayklds]

(insp.)

[innielove]

Han 💥 Chk Chk Boom (240720)

[loversmore]

“i believe in you so what’s left is for you to believe in yourself.” – han

for @hyunsung ♡

[hyuuukais]

𐙚 ๋࣭ ⭑love, or han jisung

♡ pairing - han x reader

♡ just a lil thing bc han is cute and these photos made me go crazy :33 (unedited !!)

♡ warnings - food mention, cannibalism joke djdjdj, ummm i don't think anything else but lmk if i missed smthn !

♡ wc - tba (short lol, i'll check on my laptop when i can!)

"Babe?"

"Hmm?"

"How do I look here?" Han asks timidly, and you roll over to look at the photos he's got up on his phone. "Do I look okay...?"

There's nothing you can say at first, just staring at the images and swiping between the three selcas with your mouth slightly open. Okay? Oh, he looks way better than okay. With his hair growing longer, it covers part of his face in a mass of fluff, and you have to fight the urge to break every pair of scissors at the JYPE building.

"You look amazing, as always," you say with a smile when you realize you've been silent too long.

Although you've only been dating a few months, you knew how Jisung could get when you didn't reply fast enough, but sometimes your mouth doesn't move as quickly as your brain does. You never want him to think you're not talking because you don't like something or don't care, unknowingly letting his insecurities spiral as you regain the function to speak. It's almost always the opposite, speechless from awe, not disgust.

Like now, reassuring him you mean what you say with a peck on his cheek. You've spent the day lounging in bed and listening to the rain fall, entangled in each other's warmth. He's wearing one of the few hoodies you haven't stolen away and a matching pair of sweat pants. It's simple, it's him. There's a soft smile on Jisungs face as he stretches over you to place his phone down on the nightstand. As soon as it hits the wood, he's dropped his entire body weight onto you.

"Jisuuuuung," you groan, dramatically gasping under him. "I can't breathe!"

You try and try to roll out from under him, but he's got you pinned down. Turning your head to the side, you find his face right by yours and jump at the sudden distance; more of a flinch than a jump really, considering your current position. A goofy smile forms on Jisung's face, your own features mimicking his. With the hand not squished by his body, you poke Jisung's cheek and he sticks his tongue out.

"I could eat you, you're so cute," You say, scrunching up your nose. "Like, just a bite out of your squishy cheek. Just a nibble on the tip of your nose."

"Am I dating a cannibal?" Jisung's eyes widen in fake shock, raising himself above you on his palms dramatically. As hard as he's trying to keep the act up, a few breathy laughs escape him. "Baby, do I need to call Minho-hyung to cook some food for you? I'm worried."

"No, I have a nice meal right here." You don't give him time to react before you're wrapping a hand behind his neck and sinking your teeth into his neck lightly. You can feel him jolt before relaxing into your touch.

Kissing the spot your teeth landed on, you pull back to see Jisung with his eyes closed and a soft smile on his blushing face. When he opens his eyes, you're sure he's found the same on you, leaning in to rub the tip of your noses together. You're against the headboard now, fingers tangling into his hair, the hood of his sweater falling behind his ears.

"I love you, you know that, right?" Jisung asks, eyebrows knitting together.

"Of course, why wouldn't I?"

"Because I'm not always here, or because of past arguments, or because I'm too much-" You cut him off by brushing your fingers over his lips.

"Whoever told you you're too much doesn't know what they're missing out on, Ji. You're funny and talented, and you're mine," He sighs into your cheek. "I love all of you, whether you're here physically or not. If you need me to verbalize it more I will, because I will never have a problem telling my beautiful boyfriend how much I love him."

"I like it when you call me that."

"Boyfriend?"

"Your boyfriend."

"My boyfriend, Han Jisung."

This time, his lips find yours and you can't tear away, breathless in minutes. When you finally do pull away, his face is flushed and his lips are puffy. You giggle and cup his face with one hand, the other intertwined with his. You stay like this for a while, listening to the rain and basking in each other's presence. Love, or in your words, Han Jisung.

♡

notes - this is not edited lol and also was supposed to be a cute lil thing without much plot at all :33 hehehe i hope u enjoyeeeed. also, @tfshouldidohere , GO TO BED !!

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[hanfocus]

nom nom nom 🗣️

[hourlyonglixx]

FELIX ♡ :: SKZ TALKER EP. 64

[minsung]

so babygirl 🥺

[eevenus]

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