#jisung x gn reader

[writingforstraykids]

Behind the Mask

Pairing: Han Jisung x gn!reader (short mention of Chan)

Word count: 1066

Summary: You’re a makeup artist for stray kids - used to putting on faces, used to covering up the exhaustion under glitter and gloss. But when you find Han Jisung crying alone in the break room, you realize he’s been wearing a mask heavier than foundation.

Warnings/Tags: hurt comfort, angst, fluff, idol x makeup artist

do not repost, translate, or plagiarize my works in any way here or on other platforms. ©️writingforstraykids 2024 -

You’ve been told Jisung is a handful.

The staff talk about him like he’s a whirlwind - chaotic, loud, full of energy, barely stays in one spot for more than ten seconds. You assumed they were exaggerating. Until the first time you tried to apply his foundation and he started rapping the order menu of his favorite chicken place while bouncing his legs like a caffeinated jackrabbit.

Still, it was hard not to smile around him.

He made long shoot days easier, kept the room buzzing when everyone else was barely holding on. You’d even gotten used to the challenge of chasing his face with a beauty blender while he talked with his hands. What you hadn’t expected was the silence.

You were walking back from lunch break, your touch-up kit tucked under your arm, when you passed by the break room door left slightly ajar. It was supposed to be empty - set change, everyone on break, no camera crew. But you paused at the faint sound behind it.

Not laughter. Not talking. A muffled sob.

Your fingers hovered at the door. You know better than to intrude. But something about the sound - raw and strangled, like someone trying too hard to be quiet - makes your chest twist. You peek in.

Jisung is sitting on the couch, hoodie pulled over his head, face buried in his hands.

You hesitate. Then softly, “...Jisung?” His head snaps up, eyes wide.

He blinks at you like he doesn’t recognize your voice for a second. “Sorry—” you start to back out. “I didn’t mean to—”

“No - wait.” His voice cracks, barely more than a whisper. He wipes at his face quickly, smearing faint traces of eyeliner and concealer. “It’s… I’m fine. Just - don’t tell anyone, okay?”

You step inside, slow and careful, and close the door behind you. “Your secret’s safe.”

He tries to smile, but it breaks halfway through. “I’m supposed to be the fun one,” he says, a bitter edge curling the words. “Can’t even cry without ruining someone’s day.”

“You’re not ruining anything.” You sit across from him, not too close, giving him space. There’s silence. He sniffs and wipes his nose with the sleeve of his hoodie.

You reach into your kit and silently hand him a tissue. He gives a weak chuckle and takes it.

“I was fine this morning. I swear.”

“You don’t have to explain,” you say, gentle. But he does. You can see it—whatever’s cracking inside him, it needs to come out.

“I just… I didn’t sleep. My vocals were off in rehearsal. Channie hyung said I looked tired and he meant well but—” He bites his lip. “I think I’m just tired of pretending all the time.” He exhales shakily, shoulders slumping.

You nod slowly. “That’s a lot to carry.”

“I used to love this, you know?” he says quietly. “The music, the stage, the fans. I still do. But some days, it feels like I’m performing even when I’m off-stage. Like people only want the fun version of me.”

You reach into your kit again and pull out a compact mirror and a cleansing wipe. “Let me help,” you say, moving gently to sit beside him.

He doesn’t flinch when you lift the wipe to his cheek. Just watches you with those red-rimmed eyes, a little stunned by the calm. “You always know how to fix my face,” he murmurs.

“I’d rather help you feel okay inside it,” you say softly.

That makes him pause. He looks at you - really looks, like he’s seeing past the uniform, past the role. “That’s not in your job description.”

You smile. “Neither is keeping secrets.”

For a long moment, neither of you speaks. You wipe away the last of the smudged eyeliner, then gently pat his skin dry. He closes his eyes under your touch, like he finally feels safe enough to breathe.

“Do you ever just… want to disappear for a while?” he asks suddenly. “Not forever. Just long enough to remember who you were before everything got so loud.”

You nod, quiet. “More often than I admit.”

He cracks a small smile. “We should run away.”

“Yeah?” you tease. “Where to?”

“Somewhere with no cameras. No rehearsals. Just—quiet. And maybe ramen.”

You laugh, surprised. “A peaceful life fueled by instant noodles?”

“Living the dream,” he says, and for the first time, it sounds real. There’s another pause. He leans back, his shoulder brushing yours. Not an accident. He doesn’t pull away. “Thanks for not pretending I’m okay,” he says softly.

“Thanks for trusting me.” You glance at the clock. An hour until showtime. “Wait here,” you say, standing.

“Where are you going?” he asks.

“Getting us that dream-life ramen.”

His brows lift. “You’re serious?”

“Dead serious. Instant noodles for the soul.” You return a few minutes later, two steaming cups in hand. One spicy for him. One mild for you. You sit beside him again, the room quiet but warm this time.

“God, I might love you,” he mutters.

You freeze—then laugh when you see the playful smirk on his lips. “It’s the ramen, isn’t it?”

“Obviously.”

You eat together in silence, closer now. He finishes first, sighing as he leans back.

Then the door creaks open.

Chan steps inside, glancing at Jisung worriedly. “There you are.”

Jisung straightens. “Channie hyung - sorry.”

Chan’s gaze flicks from the ramen to the red around his eyes. He reads the room instantly. “You okay?”

Jisung nods. “Getting there.”

Chan looks at you. “Thanks for staying with him.”

“Anytime.”

He nods once and disappears.

“Do you think I’ll be able to go out there?” Jisung asks softly.

“I think you already did the hardest part,” you reply. “You let someone in.” He takes your hand and holds it, just for a second. “I’ll be watching from backstage,” you say. “No masks.”

You fix his makeup one last time. Add a little shimmer, comb through his hair. He watches you in the mirror - not as an idol, not as a performer, but as someone quietly anchoring him.

“After tonight,” he says, “can we talk again? Somewhere quiet.”

You smile. “I’d like that.”

-

Backstage is a storm. But Jisung lingers, brushing your hand once before heading to his mark. “Wish me luck,” he says.

“You don’t need it. You’ve got heart.”

He looks back at you as the music starts. The lights rise. And this time, when he smiles - it’s not for the fans. It’s for you.

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[fenya-scribbles]

Ink

network: @staynotes

Pairing: bfs!Jisung x gn!reader

Other Characters: none

Summary: Your best friend and roommate asks you for help with his new tattoo

Genre: fluff, best friends to lovers

Content warnings: mentions of blood (it’s a fresh tattoo), tooth rotting fluff

Word Count: 850

A/N: requested for the 150 Follower Event by @lov3rachan who I love so much it hurts!!  

The knock on your door was so soft, you almost didn’t hear it. Almost. When you opened it you found your best friend and roommate standing there, sheepish look on his pretty face, holding his shirt pressed to his chest. You blinked a few times to make sure you saw that correctly - but yes, he was not wearing his shirt, but pressing it to his front, hand on his left peck, arms exposed on his sides. “Hannie?”, you asked with raised eyebrows, ignoring the way your heart jumped at the look of him. You’d seen your best friend in many states, but shirtless wasn’t one of them. And it was not like him to just show up at your doorstep like this. 

“Hey Y/Nnie”, he said, cheeks flushed in the prettiest shade of pink. “I…uhm…I kinda need your help”, he continued. You smiled nervously, trying your best to not stare. How was he so pretty? “My help?”, you asked, watching him nervously step from one foot to the other. He was adorable like this and your poor heart just melted in your chest at the sight. “Yeah…uh..so…”, he all but stammered, clearly struggling to get the question out. “Just say it, Sungie”, you said softly, giving him an encouraging nod. He took a deep breath. Then he dropped the shirt, revealing his sculpted chest - and a very fresh, very raw looking tattoo over his left collar bone. 

“OH MY GOD”, you exclaimed with wide eyes, “YOU GOT A TATTOO?!” Your face lit up with excitement, hands covering your mouth, as you jumped for joy. You knew he’d been wanting to get ink on his skin for a while now, you knew he’d been planning. But this was a whole surprise and you were so happy for him you could scream. A proud grin spread over his face at your reaction. “Told you I’d get one”, he said. “It looks so good, Hannie!” You carefully leaned in to examine it a bit closer. It did look good, but also very fresh, dried blood still stuck to the skin mixed with excess ink. “So, uhm”, Han started again, “I need your help cleaning it. And putting on ointment.” Your eyes went up to his face - that was suddenly very close to yours - as you gave him a questioning look. “I’m kinda afraid to touch it”, he added sheepishly. 

A few moments later you found yourself in the bathroom of your shared apartment, a wet paper towel in hand, as you very gently cleaned your best friend’s new tattoo. You forced yourself to concentrate on the task at hand, forced yourself to ignore how his eyes lingered on your face, how your heart hammered against your ribs, how your skin tingled when your fingers brushed his bare chest. He was perched on the edge of the bathtub with you standing between his legs, letting out small sounds now and then as you cleaned up the mess, revealing the full masterpiece beneath. “It’s gorgeous”, you murmured absentmindedly, not sure if you were talking about the tattoo or his chest, but he grinned either way. “Yeah?”, he asked, and you nodded, eyes locking with his. “Suits you.” 

It took a second for your brain to comprehend what you’d just said. What you’d implied. You’d been crushing on your best friend for a long time, but you’d never openly flirted with him - but this whole situation, this moment, this proximity had you speak before you could think. “It does?”, Jisung said, cheeks fully flushed now, as his hands carefully settled on your hips. “Mhm”, you nodded, throwing the paper towel into the sink without looking, eyes fixed on Jisung’s face. The air seemed to sizzle with something warm, something sweet, something new. For a moment, neither of you spoke, gazes fixed on each other, all soft smiles and careful curiosity. “I better…”, you said, voice stuck in your throat. You wanted to reach for the ointment, but he was faster. 

His hand went up to your face, cupping your cheek, pulling you down towards him. It was tentative, asking, giving you a way out - but you only leaned in, encouraging him. His lips brushed against yours, soft, not quite a kiss, not quite anything, and yet it was everything. He smiled against your smile, his other hand tightening at your waist and then - fireworks erupted, as he pressed his lips onto yours, firm and determined, making sure you knew that he meant it. You melted against him, aware enough to not touch his fresh tattoo as you put both hands on his shoulders, sending a wave of electricity through both of you. You could feel him smile into the kiss, as his hand disappeared into your hair. It was sweet and comfortable and perfect, a kiss you’d never forget. 

When he let you pull away again, his eyes found yours in an instant. You couldn’t hold in your giggles, overwhelmed with happiness, gently running a finger over his cheek. “Wow”, he said, grinning like a ray of sunshine, “I should get tattoos more often.” 

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[pureblisswrites]

CHILL

Pairing: Reader x Han Jisung

Word Count: 0.7k

Genre: Angst, song-inspired fic

Warnings: None

Summary: Ib: Chill by Stray Kids. (need I say more?)

You both knew it. It just wasn't the same anymore. No funny jokes from him to make you laugh. No reading your favourite books anymore to impress you. Hell, not even watching the animes you both enjoyed together.

None of you knew why he was watching the same exact anime as you at night on his laptop while you watched separately on your own phone, yet you both knew. It just wasn't sufferable to be around each other.

You had never thought a relationship as loving and healthy as yours could turn into... whatever this was. You didn't care as much now. You cared for him, of course you did and a part of you will always care for him till you're no more. But not as much as you would almost have a panic attack over him twisting his ankle in dance practice or falling down three stairs because he was clumsy like that. Or that you would cancel your plans with friends if he got a surprise off day from work. Or that you would cook dishes for him that you had never even heard of before he told you how much he loved them. So was it even love anymore?

He wasn't any different. He didn't come here often. He didn't bring you your favourite baked goods from that nearby bakery in case he got let off early from promotions. Most of the time he stayed at the dorms just leaving a text saying he was too exhausted to come over, sometimes not even leaving a text. You had learned to not worry about it now.

So you finally say the words which are longing to be said inside these four walls.

"We should break up." You say and he looks up from his laptop while removing the headphones, surprised that you had said something to him the first time tonight.

"Huh?" He hadn't heard. Of course he hadn't.

"I said" you pause for a bit, so this is it? Is this how this is gonna end? "We should break up." You finally say while holding eye contact for the longest time you had in quite a while. You should feel sad now right? But you can't help but feel relieved now.

"Yeah." He agrees. Not even surprised, not even a flicker of sadness on his face. You were the same though. He started wearing his headphones again. Not even bothering to say anything else. You weren't gonna just let this go like this. You wanted closure but how could you even get that? It felt like you had already broken up and moved on all while still being in a relationship.

"So?" You question. Prompting him to say something more, anything. The clock is ticking and there's awkwardness in the atmosphere now.

"Do you wanna do it right now?" He questions back with an unbothered expression on his face.

"I... don't know." He just gave you a look saying "exactly" before going to watching the anime. And you seriously didn't know, the same as him of course. Sure you were essentially in a loveless relationship now but how could you just let all of this go? You wished you could erase all the memories you had with him. You both know you're just wasting each other's time. You doubt you would've regretted it even if you said yes.

It's not like it was like this from the start of course. You both had really thought you were "the one" for each other. Were you wrong? You can't even remember the last time any of you had said I love you or had a nice conversation. Everything was just...loveless.

So there you both were, just sitting and thinking over, putting off the decision. Even though, the chance of this relationship continuing was zero anyway. You see him suddenly closing the anime and getting up to get his writing notebook and pen. Of course he'll write now. You aren't surprised that this kind of thing would give him motivation to write. How could he be so chill about all this? But then again, so were you.

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[silverlakee]

texts with bf!chan ♡.*•

• everyday texts with bf!chan

• mdni/suggestive

• there is a nude but it’s blurred

[strayingawayy]

bigger, warmer, yet still stupidly yours...

...the one where jisung's gotten wayyyy bigger, not that you're complaining, of course

{inspired by @hyunebunx wishing me goodnight and hoping i'd dream of jiji and his big arms...yeah...}

han jisung had always been the definition of warmth for you. his head tucked into your shoulder, arms wrapped around your waist as he hummed some made-up tune that would, inevitably, become their next big hit...it was warm, it was routine, it was home.

but lately, something was... different. the warmth had somehow increased. you had somehow shrunk in his arms. it was weird. suspicious, even.

so tonight, as jisung effortlessly scooped you up, spun you around twice, thrice, then frice (is that a word? you don't know. you're so in awe of your man) like you weighed nothing, and carried you toward the bed, you knew something was up.

your eyes narrowed. "okay. what is going on?"

jisung blinked at you, all innocent and cute. "uhh, bedtime? you know, when we sleep? and you steal all the blankies?"

but enough was enough. you would put your suspicions to rest today. without a word, you grabbed the hem of his hoodie and yanked it up.

"WHOA WHOA WHOA- BABY! CONTROL YOURSELF, MY LOVE-"

you let out a gasp, pointing dramatically at his now very defined torso and arms. "AHA! EUREKA!"

jisung, ever the confused quokka, tilted his head. "...huh? did i miss something? what's happening? am i being arrested? is it for being too cute? is it for being too in love with you? no wait i'm too young to go to horny jail, i haven't even-", his eyes widen at the last bit before you cut him off.

"THAT'S IT!" you poked at his bicep, watching it bounce back. "YOU'VE GOTTEN BIGGER! NO WONDER YOU’VE BEEN SO EXTRA WARM AND CUDDLY BEAR LATELY!"

jisung blinked down at himself, then back at you. "...oh. ohhhh. yeah, i have been working out a bit?", he says, almost asks, rubbing his nape.

"a bit?! jisung, you look like those ripped teddy bears for cookies you see on the 'net!"

he grinned, flexing dramatically. "do you like it? am i hot? do i look like a man who could lift a car? think marvel will hire me to remake that scene where captain america holds onto the helicopter?"

you rolled your eyes but still definitely felt your heart do a little flip. "you should have told me you were turning into an action figure."

he huffed, flopping onto you so you were squished under all his newfound muscle. "but i wanted to surprise youuuu," he whined, nuzzling into your shoulder, pressing kisses to it before moving to your cheeks. "also, i just wanted to be strong enough to carry you whenever i wanted. not like i couldn't before but gotta keep at it even when i'm sixty four eh?"

your heart burst into little fireworks.

"you absolute idiot," you giggled, running your fingers through his hair, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead. "you were already strong enough for me, baby."

jisung made a happy little noise before effortlessly rolling over, pulling you on top of him like you were a feather.

"see? now i can do this all the time," he said smugly, holding you against his chest like a personal teddy bear.

you let out a laugh, pressing your forehead to his. "put me down, muscle man."

"no <3"

he plants one kiss on your forehead.

"please?"

"no <3"

another on your cheek.

"jisung-"

"no <3"

a final on your lips to shut you up for good.

and honestly? with his arms around you, warmth seeping into your skin, his giggles mixing with yours, yeah....you weren’t really complaining.

[viasdreams]

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random texts you get while dating jilix !!

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[woncon]

[09:10 pm] ♡ poly!minsung

gn!reader | fluff | goodnight kisses | made with @honeytwo's help <3

‣ helloo, dears! 💓this is mainly what I wrote this january, in tiny doses. i couldn't afford anything else, I didn't have the energy. but now that i've got the exams out of the way? oh boy.

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you listen to the sounds that filter through the blankets: the barefoot footsteps on the parquet floor, the innocent, soft whisper, the creaking door, the soft scuffle of falling clothes, the sound of water coming out of the shower, and the soft, steamy laughter.

the bed buries you, and your boyfriends forget your goodnight kiss. you curl up with a sigh, then close your eyes. your heart heavy with fatigue.

but you can’t sleep. just wait.

when the covers are lifted from your form, you open your eyes again. jisung smiles sweetly at you as if he's done nothing wrong. you would remind him of his omission in a grumpy tone, but he's kissing you, so you have to deal with that instead of talking.

“you thought i forgot?”

“yeah.” you thoroughly inhale his scent, an unmistakable blend of shower gel, pajamas and home. “a little.”

“don't worry! it's the highlight of my evening.” he gives you another kiss on the lips, a real smooch. “i know you can't sleep without a goodnight kiss. it's a real honour, jagi, to kiss you to sleep.”

you laugh at this, and are pleased to see your boyfriend lift the covers and snuggle in next to you. if he really considers it an honour, you have no reason to be angry with him. he hugs you tightly, tilting his head into your neck. you tuck your hand under his shirt and stroke the tattoo running down his side, slowly caressing his skin.

“how warm your hands are!” jisung is amazed.

“yeah, i've been warming up here for a while.”

"my little fireplace," says the boy, kissing your neck. "really, your whole body is warm. hmm, very warm…”

and jisung is all over you, longing for your warmth. “night!" he murmurs with a contented sigh.

your hand stops caressing his side. he looks at you again and you raise an eyebrow in question.

“oh, of course, sorry,” he giggles awkwardly. “your other goodnight kiss dealer is still brushing his teeth. should i wait with you?”

“you don’t need to. sleep tight, hanie.”

jisung relaxes beside you. you listen to his heartbeat, his breathing, enjoy the calm he exudes. without his presence, you'd be more impatient with minho.

when you finally hear the sound of the tap water running instead of scrubbing sounds coming from the bathroom, sleep becomes an attainable prospect. soon your boyfriend turns off the tap and the bathroom door opens again. this time minho leaves, also in his pyjamas. you immediately turn your head towards him to make sure he knows you're still very much awake. it wouldn't be the first time he's pretended to think you're asleep just to tease you. he's dragged out his bathroom time long enough, you've had enough already, and you want to follow jisung into the realm of long rem phases.

minho pauses and looks towards you. “oh? still awake?”

he knows you need your goodnight kisses to sleep. he makes no secret of it now, his sly smile and the way his eyes twinkle with enjoyment are quite obvious. but you don't want to beg. if he doesn't want to kiss you, you'll get your revenge: you'll steal his soft, warm blanket at night and jisung tomorrow. and you'll look at him just as deviously for the rest of the da–

before you can finish your train of thought, minho takes your chin and leans in for a kiss. but it's not just a quick kiss. minho gives it his all, and you can taste the menthol on his tongue as he makes up for every minute you spent waiting for his kiss, well, worth it.

“don't make out without me..." mutters jisung in his sleep.

“sounds like a nightmare, doesn't it, jagi?" chuckles minho.

“hmm…” replies the other, pouting. his face is chubby as he presses against your shoulder, his features relaxed and downright adorable.

minho looks lovingly at the sleeping jisung, then looks at you the same way.

he doesn't say he loves you too often, but he doesn't have to. there's no need for softly whispered words when all he's done is howl his feelings with his acts. yes, even with the ones he uses to play with you. it's well known that cats love their toys. and it's also well known that the longer people are awake, the stranger their thoughts become. 

you smile contentedly at minho now that your last wish of the day has come true. "good night," you whisper.

he nods, then crawls behind jisung. he gets under the blanket and slings an arm around the younger man's waist.

you close your eyes, feeling your eyelashes heavy and the sleep you long for not far away. then you open them again. you reach out grumpily and cover minho's eyes.

“you've had your goodnight kiss, haven't you?" he asks playfully.

"i can't sleep with you staring at me."

minho grins at that. he takes your wrist. he removes your hand from his eye, then kisses your palm. finally, he lays it under his cheek like a pillow.

"okay, jagi. i closed it. happy now?"

"perfectly," you sigh in relief. everything is fine now, you can sleep well. 

before you can fall completely asleep, you feel minho adjusting the blanket on you and jisung. he pulls it up to your shoulders and tucks it under your body so it won't slide down.

you fall asleep with a smile on your lips.

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[kaiyunsim]

restless—

pairing : idol best friend!jisung x gn!reader

summary : after a night of many shots of soju, a drunk confession slips before fans rush in, creating an awkward hungover morning.

warnings : fluff, SLIGHT angst, fans are kinda annoying tbh, drunk jisung (duh), drunk reader, both get hungover

a/n : o m g. tbh i might open requests for jisung cuz he is SAUR cute omg please (one chance jisung🙏). for the pookie @the0p

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you and jisung have always been close. friends, mostly. the kind of friends who joke around, goof off, and sometimes even share your secrets. you’re sitting at a bar together tonight, the dim lights and the soft hum of chatter making the atmosphere cozy, but there's something in the air. maybe it's the alcohol, maybe it’s jisung being a little too close, or maybe it's just you finally admitting that you have a crush on your best friend.

"hey," jisung says, his voice just a little louder than usual as he nudges your arm. "are you feeling it yet?"

he's already a few drinks in, his face flushed and his smile big and goofy, though it's clear he’s trying to keep it cool. you laugh, maybe a little too loud, and glance at the soju bottle in front of you. you've only had a couple of shots, but it's already hitting you.

"i think so," you say, letting your words slur a bit. "you?"

jisung snickers, leaning back in his chair, clearly already tipsy. "me? i'm gone," he says, slurring the words with an exaggerated pout. "but i'm having fun. this is great."

you grin at his antics. jisung has always been playful, but tonight, there's something else about him. maybe it's the way his hair falls into his eyes, or how his hand keeps brushing against yours when you both reach for your drinks. either way, you’re feeling a little more nervous than usual, like the buzz from the alcohol is making you more aware of his every movement.

"yeah, this is great," you agree, a little breathless.

jisung’s grin widens, and he leans closer, his face inching toward yours as he teases, “you know, i don’t think i’ve ever hung out with you this much. it’s kinda fun."

you laugh, trying to hide your embarrassment. "what, like we don’t hang out enough?"

he gives you a playful look, then nudges your shoulder with his. “nah, i mean, this feels different, y’know? i dunno, maybe it’s the soju talking,” jisung says, his voice a little quieter now, but there’s an undercurrent to it that you can’t quite place.

you dismiss it. the alcohol's starting to make everything a little hazy, and you’re starting to feel warm in all the right places. it’s easy to ignore things like that when you’re tipsy, right?

"yeah, maybe," you say, trying to make the words sound light, even though you can’t quite ignore how his shoulder is still brushing against yours. "you’re just drunk."

jisung smirks, and for a moment, you think he might say something more. but instead, he leans back in his chair, slinging his arm over the backrest and looking at you with a lazy, half-lidded gaze. “i’m drunk, but you’re tipsy,” he teases. "i think that means you're the more responsible one tonight."

"ha," you chuckle, shaking your head. "i think you’re wrong."

he grins, but then his smile softens, just a little. “no, seriously. you’re good at this,” jisung says, voice surprisingly sincere as he looks at you. “i think you’re always good at... things. you know? like, you’re just... cool. i’ve always thought that.”

you blink, surprised by his words, but your mind doesn’t quite connect the dots. tipsy and just a little too giggly, you shrug it off. “what? i’m just me,” you reply with a laugh, knocking back another shot of soju. "don’t get all serious on me now, we're just here to have fun."

jisung laughs, too, though his is a little quieter, like he’s holding back something. “yeah, yeah,” he says, clearly trying to play it off, but his eyes linger on you longer than usual. you don’t notice. instead, you're distracted by the bright lights and the buzz of the crowd around you. maybe this whole evening is just that. a fun night, nothing more. at least, that’s what you try to convince yourself.

the night continues in a blur of laughter, more drinks, and random conversations. you and jisung joke about everything, from the music playing in the background to the awkward waiter who keeps glancing over at your table. but there's a shift in jisung. the more you watch him, the more you realize he’s been acting differently, a little more touchy than usual, brushing against your arm more often, leaning in just a little closer when he speaks.

you catch him staring at you once, and when he notices you’ve seen, he quickly looks away, his face turning red. you laugh, thinking it’s just the alcohol talking. after all, jisung’s always been a little... unpredictable. especially when he’s drunk.

"what’s up with you?" you ask, leaning over to nudge him playfully. "getting shy now?"

jisung shrugs, looking at you from the corner of his eye. “nah,” he says, voice lower than usual. “just... uh... thinking about stuff.”

“thinking about what?” you ask, genuinely curious, though you’re starting to feel the alcohol take full effect. your words slur a little as you lean against the table, trying to focus on jisung.

he hesitates, the playful glint in his eyes dimming for just a moment, before he grins again. "nothing. just drunk thoughts." he laughs, but it’s not quite the same carefree laugh he’s been giving all night. it feels... different. feels... nervous.

but you’re too tipsy to care. “yeah, right,” you mutter, brushing it off with a wave of your hand. “drunk thoughts are the best.”

“uh-huh,” jisung says, a little too seriously. "best thoughts ever."

the night is a blur of laughter and the warm glow of soju, the alcohol slowly building up inside both of you. your words slur and mix with giggles, your head growing heavier as the evening drags on. it’s fun, though. so much fun. jisung is always a good time, and tonight, with the alcohol loosening your thoughts, everything feels like it’s just a little bit more intense than usual.

the conversation shifts, and jisung, now thoroughly drunk, becomes more playful, teasing you in that way he always does. his hand brushes against your shoulder, a subtle touch, but it lingers a little longer than necessary. the warmth of his hand on your skin sends a flutter through you, and your heart skips a beat.

"you know," jisung says, his voice quieter now, the usual playfulness in it replaced with something softer. it catches your attention, the sudden shift in tone. "i really like spending time with you. a lot."

you freeze, blinking up at him. the words settle into your mind, but they don’t quite make sense. maybe it’s the soju talking. maybe you’re just imagining things. "what, like... friends, right?" you ask, laughing nervously, hoping it’s just a passing comment. but there’s something in jisung’s eyes. something that says not to take it at the surface level.

jisung’s eyes widen, and he leans in just a little closer. his face is flushed, but he doesn’t look away. "no... i mean, yeah, but..." his voice falters slightly, and you can see the hesitation in his movements. "i mean... i kinda think i like you. more than a friend. i’ve liked you for a while, actually. like, a long while."

your breath catches in your throat, the words ringing in your ears. you blink rapidly, trying to make sense of what he’s saying. did he just..? was he really saying that? jisung, your best friend, the one who always joked around with you, the one who made everything feel easy. he’s telling you he likes you? more than a friend?

your heart starts to race. the room seems to spin slightly, but it’s not from the alcohol, it’s from the sudden shift in reality. jisung likes you. he’s saying it so openly, so honestly, and yet... you don’t know how to react.

before you can respond, a loud voice breaks through your dazed thoughts. "hey! jisung!" a group of fans suddenly appear, calling his name excitedly, their eyes bright with recognition. jisung snaps out of his daze, his gaze moving from you to the group of girls now approaching your table.

"oh, uh," jisung stammers, his face flushing an even deeper red, his playful demeanor snapping back into place like a mask. he sits back in his chair too quickly, almost knocking over his drink, and gives the fans a wide, charming smile. "yeah, yeah! sure! let’s take a picture!"

you sit frozen, unsure of what just happened. jisung’s confession, the words hanging in the air, but now replaced by the sudden rush of fans wanting attention. it’s like the moment never happened at all.

your mouth feels dry, and you try to shake the confusion off, but your mind is still reeling. jisung likes you. more than a friend. it doesn’t seem real. it’s too much to process, especially with the alcohol clouding your judgment. the fans crowd around jisung, and you watch as he laughs and poses for selfies, sliding easily back into his idol persona.

you look down at the shot glass in front of you, swirling the liquid inside absentmindedly. your fingers feel unsteady, and your thoughts are racing. should you tell him you feel the same way? should you do something about it? the words are there, sitting on the tip of your tongue, but they don’t come out. you’re still too caught in the rush of everything, the soju, the fans, the unexpected confession.

jisung doesn’t even glance back at you. his attention is fully on the group of fans now surrounding him, taking pictures and chatting. you should be happy for him. after all, this is his world. you’ve seen it countless times. his fans, his charm, his ability to shift from casual to idol mode with a single smile. but tonight... tonight feels different. it feels like you’re on the outside looking in.

you sigh quietly to yourself, pushing the thoughts away. you’re tipsy, it’s fine. jisung’s probably just drunk and being silly. he doesn’t really mean it, right? maybe he was just feeling sentimental or had too much to drink. the way he’s acting now, laughing with fans, the flirtatious glint in his eyes, it all seems so... normal.

“hey, you okay?” a fan asks, noticing you sitting quietly at the table, away from the group.

you give a half-hearted smile, nodding. “yeah, just... just tired. too much soju,” you mutter, your voice low, not really wanting to explain the thoughts racing through your head. “nothing to worry about.”

they nod and return their attention to jisung, and you’re left alone again. a small part of you feels relieved, but another part, maybe the one that’s been feeling strange since jisung’s confession, feels empty. you want to shout at him, to tell him that you feel the same way. but the moment is gone. lost in the chaos of his fans and the noise of the bar.

time passes slowly, and you find yourself back at the dorm, the cool night air doing little to sober you up. jisung’s laughter echoes down the hall as he stumbles ahead of you, still clearly drunk, his arm slung around one of the other guys. you follow behind, still caught in the fog of what happened.

you’re barely coherent, but the moment you shared with jisung keeps replaying in your head. he liked you. more than a friend. how could you have missed that? maybe he didn’t mean it. maybe he was just rambling, drunk and lost in the moment. still, the way his eyes held yours and the sincerity in his words. it just felt so real.

when you reach the dorm room, jisung collapses onto the couch with a dramatic groan, immediately pulling a pillow over his face. you stop by the door, still feeling like a whirlwind is spinning inside you. you don’t know whether to laugh, cry, or do something completely different.

jisung lifts the pillow slightly, looking over at you with a sheepish grin. “hey,” he says, his voice slurring, “you good?”

“yeah, just tired,” you respond, trying to keep your voice steady, though your heart is still racing. “but, uh... you?”

jisung shrugs, his smile lazy. “i’m fine. just... you know. i like you.” his words are slurred, but they hit you like a freight train.

you freeze, blinking. “what?”

he waves a hand lazily in the air, as if the confession was nothing. “nah, it’s nothing. i’m just drunk. forget i said that.” he chuckles and flops back down on the couch, completely unaware of how those words hit you, like a bomb, like everything you’ve been feeling was just thrown out in the open.

you stand there for a moment, heart pounding, but you don’t say anything. maybe he’s not being serious. maybe it’s just the alcohol. maybe you’re imagining things.

you glance over at him, his back to you now, clearly more interested in the couch than anything else.

but deep down, you know. jisung may have just let something slip. and you’re not sure what to do with it yet.

the next morning comes far too quickly. you wake up to the dull throb of a hangover and the light creeping through the curtains. the weight of everything that happened last night hits you all at once. you blink, groaning as you try to sit up, but the motion sends a wave of dizziness over you. you lie back down, rubbing your temples as you attempt to piece everything together.

last night was a blur, but there are flashes of clarity. jisung’s words, the confession, his flirty demeanor, and then... the fans. everything happened so fast, and now you’re left with this uncomfortable feeling in your chest. did he mean what he said? was he just drunk, messing around?

you glance over at the couch, where jisung had passed out. his arms are sprawled out, and the blanket he threw over himself has slid to the floor. he’s snoring softly, oblivious to the storm in your mind. you sigh heavily, feeling your stomach twist.

you don’t know what to do with any of it. what did he mean by “i like you”? you feel your heart race as the memory replays in your head. you want to believe it was real, but the way he brushed it off afterward makes you second-guess everything.

eventually, you drag yourself out of bed, trying to ignore the headache that comes with it. you need coffee. that’s the only thing that’s going to help right now. you shuffle into the kitchen, already reaching for the coffee pot when you hear movement from the living room. jisung is awake, apparently, and a moment later, he walks in, still a little disheveled but looking surprisingly chipper for someone who’d clearly been just as drunk as you.

“morning,” jisung says, his voice rough from sleep, but there’s that familiar grin on his face. he looks completely at ease, his usual energy returning now that he’s no longer completely drunk.

you offer a half-hearted smile. “morning.”

he flops down onto the couch with a loud groan, stretching his limbs out like a cat. “what time is it? my head is killing me. i think we need more soju to fix this.”

you chuckle weakly, but it doesn’t reach your eyes. "probably not a good idea."

jisung laughs and looks over at you with a playful grin. “yeah, yeah. i'm just kidding." he pauses, watching you for a moment as if contemplating something. "you know, i think we had fun last night.”

you blink, unsure of where he’s going with this. “yeah, definitely. a lot of fun.”

he leans forward, elbows resting on his knees, and gives you a more serious look. “we should do it again sometime. you and me, more soju, more hanging out. you know? i mean, i think we should do it more often.”

you stare at him, your heart thudding in your chest. does he remember last night? does he remember what he said? “uh, yeah, sure,” you say, trying to sound casual, but your voice comes out quieter than you intended. you’re unsure if you should mention it, his confession. maybe he’s forgotten about it. maybe it’s better if you just pretend it didn’t happen.

jisung grins widely, clearly oblivious to your internal turmoil. “cool. i’m down for that. maybe we can... uh...” he hesitates for a moment, his eyes darting away from you. “maybe we can talk more. just... us. y’know? sometimes i think you don’t let me in enough.”

you blink at him, trying to process his words. “what do you mean?”

jisung looks a little uncomfortable for a second, his usual confidence faltering. “i don’t know. like, sometimes you’re just... i dunno, distant. i want to be closer to you, but it feels like you’re keeping something from me.”

your heart skips a beat at his words. is he being serious? you glance at him, unsure of how to respond. you want to tell him everything. about your feelings. about how his confession last night has been replaying in your head. but you don’t know if you should. is he really being honest with you, or is he just drunk again? what if he was just messing around?

before you can find the words, jisung continues, his voice softer now, almost vulnerable. “i just want you to know, i... i really like you. i do. i’m not just saying that because i was drunk last night. i mean it. i’ve liked you for a while, and it’s hard not to... feel it, you know?”

your heart races, your mind spinning. you weren’t expecting this. not after everything that happened last night. jisung’s words are clear now, no ambiguity, no alcohol-fueled haze. he likes you. and he’s not backing down.

“you... you really mean that?” you ask, your voice barely above a whisper. “because... i don’t know. last night was—”

“i know,” jisung interrupts gently, his eyes sincere. “i was drunk, and i get it if you think i was just being dumb or whatever. but i’m not messing with you. i’m serious.”

you feel a lump form in your throat. you want to tell him everything. you want to tell him that you like him too, that you’ve liked him for so long, but the words get stuck. instead, you nod, barely managing a smile. “yeah, me too. i think... i think i like you, too.”

jisung’s expression softens, and for a moment, there’s a quiet understanding between you both. he smiles, a small, genuine smile that makes your chest tighten with warmth. “really?”

“yeah,” you say, finally finding your voice. “really.”

he laughs, but it’s not the usual teasing laugh. it’s soft and relieved, like a weight has been lifted. “well, damn. guess we’ve got a lot of talking to do then.”

you smile, your heart still racing, but it feels lighter now. the air between you is charged, the tension that’s been building up for who knows how long finally starting to dissipate. jisung leans back on the couch, crossing his arms behind his head, still looking at you with that soft smile.

“so, when do we do this?” jisung asks, his voice light but serious. “when do we actually... hang out like this, just us, no distractions?”

you chuckle, your nerves slowly fading. “whenever you want.”

he grins at you, his playful demeanor returning, but there’s something more there now—something deeper. you’re not sure where this is going, but for the first time, you feel like it might actually be going somewhere good.

the rest of the morning passes in a blur of easy conversation and comfortable silences. everything feels a little more natural now, a little more real. the tension is still there, the spark between you and jisung undeniable, but for once, it feels like you’re both on the same page.

maybe it took a drunken night and a confession for everything to come to light, but now, you don’t have to hide anymore. you like him, he likes you, and that’s all that matters right now. everything else can wait.

you both sit in the living room, sipping on cups of water instead of coffee, because caffeine is a terrible idea when you’re this hungover. jisung groans every few minutes about his headache, dramatically flopping onto the couch like he’s on the verge of death.

“i think this might be it for me,” he sighs, draping an arm over his eyes. “i had a good run, right?”

you roll your eyes, nudging his leg with your foot. “you’re so dramatic.”

he peeks at you from under his arm, a lazy grin tugging at his lips. “maybe, but my head is actually killing me.”

“mine too,” you mumble, rubbing your temples. the dull ache behind your eyes refuses to go away, and the exhaustion from last night’s emotional rollercoaster is creeping in.

jisung sits up, stretching his arms above his head before letting out a long sigh. “you know,” he says, voice quieter now, “i still can’t believe i actually said all that stuff to you last night.”

your stomach flips. “do you regret it?”

his eyes widen slightly, like he hadn’t considered that possibility. “no,” he says quickly, shaking his head. “not even a little bit.”

you swallow, feeling your chest tighten at his sincerity. “good,” you say softly. “because i don’t regret anything either.”

jisung’s lips curve into a small smile, and for a moment, you just sit there, staring at each other. there’s no awkwardness, no hesitation anymore. just an unspoken understanding that whatever this is, whatever it’s turning into, you’re both okay with it.

“okay,” jisung sighs, dramatically throwing himself back against the couch. “but, like, what now? do we do the whole couple thing? do i start calling you babe? because i feel like you’d hit me if i did that.”

you snort. “probably.”

he grins. “figured.”

the conversation slows, the exhaustion from last night settling into your bones. you yawn, stretching your arms above your head before slumping against the couch. “i don’t wanna do anything today.”

jisung hums in agreement, his eyes already drooping shut. “same.”

there’s a beat of silence before he shifts, his head falling against your shoulder. it’s a little awkward at first, his weight unfamiliar, but you don’t move away. instead, you let him lean against you, his warmth seeping through the fabric of your shirt.

“you’re comfy,” jisung mumbles sleepily.

you chuckle, tilting your head to rest lightly against his. “thanks, i guess.”

he hums, his breathing evening out slightly. “wanna just… sleep all day?”

you consider it. your bed sounds amazing right now, and honestly, you don’t have the energy to do anything else.

“yeah,” you mumble. “let’s sleep.”

jisung grins, his eyes still closed. “cool. but your bed. not the couch.”

you huff out a soft laugh but don’t argue. slowly, you both drag yourselves up, stumbling toward your room in a haze of exhaustion. jisung doesn’t hesitate to flop onto your bed, immediately burrowing under the blankets like he belongs there.

“wow, you didn’t even wait for me,” you tease, climbing in beside him.

jisung peeks at you from under the covers, grinning. “you took too long.”

you roll your eyes but settle in, feeling the warmth of the blankets and jisung’s presence beside you. for a moment, there’s silence, just the steady sound of your breathing as you both start to drift off.

but then, just as you’re about to fall asleep, jisung shifts closer, his arm lazily draping over your waist. “this okay?” he murmurs, voice thick with sleep.

your heart stutters, but you don’t pull away. instead, you nod, even though he probably can’t see it. “yeah,” you whisper. “it’s okay.”

jisung hums in contentment, his grip tightening slightly. “good.”

and just like that, the two of you fall asleep, tangled up in warmth and quiet understanding.

no pressure, no expectations. just you and jisung, finally on the same page.

[jeondesu]

ೀ⋆ 🍂 SKZ + WAYS THEY SHOW “ I LOVE YOU ” !

── ✧ ˚. ꒰ pairing ꒱ ˒˓ ot8 x gn!reader ˒˓ established relationship genre: fluff warnings: not many… just some mentions of food & kissing <3

this is an old repost from my deleted blog !

방찬/BANG CHAN.

chan is the most perfect boyfriend you could ask for. he’s the type to never let you lift a finger when he’s around you. whether it be fixing a broken pipe in the house or carrying all of the groceries; it wasn’t a problem for him at all. he may get consumed in his work sometimes but that didn’t mean he spends less quality time with you. he’d call you throughout the day to check up on you and tell you how much he misses you. he’d share what he was working on and update you on small things. always smothering you once he comes home— no seriously, he does not let you breathe. he’d pepper kisses all over your face whilst having you wrapped tightly in his arms. the warmth of his loving embrace made you feel the safest and utmost protected.

리노/LEE KNOW.

lovesss taking you out on fun interactive dates. movies, bowling, mini golf, fruit-picking, and candlelit dinners were a just a few to name. minho enjoyed going to small family owned restaurants, he loved desserts and would order a milkshake with two straws on each side. you’d be playing footsie under the table like little kids, teasing you while staring into each others eyes trying not to burst out laughing. he loves you just as much as he loves his cats and that’s saying a whole lot. he has a picture of you playing with soonie and dori as his lock screen, it was probably the cutest pic he’s ever taken of you. he calls you and his cats a little family >\\< he loves the way they all get along with you and it affirms even more that you really are the one for him.

창빈/CHANGBIN.

constantly showers you with dozens upon dozens of compliments. could write a full-fledged novel on simply everything he adores about you. he’ll write sweet notes from time to time and leave them in random areas for you to find. your relationship with him always kept you guessing, he was so full of pleasant surprises. he noticed the littlest details about you and could practically read you like a book. he knew immediately when you were in a slump, it became his personal mission to cheer you up. is super touchy feely with you but does it with the most pure intentions. pressing feathery kisses along your hands and the insides of your palms, then trails further up your arm. he loved seeing how flustered you’d get by it, only wanting to keep doing it more.

현진/HYUNJIN.

treats you as his artistic muse. his deep infatuation with you fed his inspiration with new ideas constantly. his paintings were a reflection of his mind, his most inner thoughts and emotions. almost every painting he’s done was inspired by you in some way, shape, or form. art and photography are one his favorite hobbies so naturally he’s going to always wanna snap pictures of you. whenever you two go on dates he takes pics of you without you knowing, smiling to himself and thinking how lucky he is to have you. he tells you often how much you mean to him, he was a very vocal partner. you didn’t need to ask for reassurance because hyunjin would just give it to you anyway. it was like he could read your mind, he understood you on a intuitive and spiritual level.

한/HAN.

he is completely and authentically himself when he’s with you. your relationship is the most easy going thing in his life, he couldn’t imagine life without you. he loves that your humor is the same and you’re both always goofing off. he feels most accomplished if he can make you laugh until your stomachs start hurting. almost everything was a joke to him but the love he had for you was definitely not. he share’s everything with you, his clothes, favorite snacks, deepest secrets, nothing off limits for him. never stops talking about you with the other members, every little thing reminds of him you so he has to announce it. he could be doing something serious and then one of your inside jokes would randomly pop in his head, smiling like an idiot to himself. he was so proud to have you as his lover and best friend.

필릭스/FELIX.

the most sweet, nurturing, individual in the universe. put a million heart emojis next to your contact name and never fails each time to get a stomach full of butterflies every time he’s with you. hears a song that reminds him of you and instantly sends it; will make monthly playlists for you too. he gets lost in your eyes all the time, can’t help but feel his heart beat out his chest by your ethereal beauty. you could be having an in-depth conversation with him and he’d zone out from just looking at you. he can’t stand being away from you when he’s gone and gets real sad and lonely if he can’t hold you >.< will send you LENGTHY messages of what he loves most about you and how much he wants to be with you. if he can’t physically be there, he’ll do all he can to still feel like he’s right beside you.

승민/SEUNGMIN.

thoughtful gestures were his love language. he would notice your shoe is untied as you’re both walking and stop everything he’s doing to fix it for you. will do anything you ask him to at the drop of a hat. does chores and tasks around the house when you aren’t feeling up to it, he never complains about it either which you love. lots and lots of hugs and kisses !! he especially loves hugging you from behind and resting his head within the crevice of your shoulder. he’d kiss your knuckle before dancing with you in the kitchen and acting like an old married couple. the two of you would be slow dancing and lock eyes, your lips would collide as you both sway to the melody of the song. it was soft moments like these that proved seungmin owned all of your love.

아이엔/JEONGIN.

very much into showing PDA and lots of it. doesn’t really care about what the other members think when he touches or kisses you in front of them. likes to give you unexpected forehead and neck kisses, intertwining his fingers with yours while doing so. he bought you a necklace with his initial on it as a gift and you never took it off since the day he gave it to you. whenever he’s gone for long periods of times that necklace would get you through it all. he’d also buy matching couples pajamas and plan a night in where you do face masks and watch movies (^o^). late night cuddling was his forte; you’d be all tangled up in bed together and he’d leave short series of pecks to your cheek until you lull asleep in his arms.

[amperstrash]

"Did You See Me?" - Han Jisung x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Slice of Life, Established Relationship, Han x GN!Reader

Summary: You try to watch his comeback stage alone. He video-calls you right after to ask what you thought, like a kid needing praise.

Word Count: 986

A/N: First K-Pop fic! I hope y'all enjoy. My other blog, @deaky-trash has all my old Queen/BoRhap fics, and this is my second fanfic in a long time! I have a bunch of stuff lined up next: a silly Kyrell (Ampers&One) x Reader, and then a cute fluffy friends to lovers for Woonhak (BoyNextDoor)! Feel free to request stuff any time, and I love you all!

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Y/N toed off their shoes with a soft groan, their back aching from the weight of the day. The apartment greeted them with quiet— too quiet. The lights hummed low and golden, casting long, familiar shadows across the living room walls. God forbid they ever turn on the overhead— too harsh, too cold. It never felt like home that way.

They set their keys in the tray by the door, shrugged off their jacket, and padded into the kitchen in socked feet to prepare for some downtime. The tea they made earlier— that salted caramel stuff they bought in America, his latest obsession— had gone cold on the counter. They popped it into the microwave without thinking.

It was comeback day. He was already a few cities away, swamped in pre-recordings, outfit changes, and the kind of pre-stage jitters he always masked with bravado. He hadn’t texted in a few hours, but that was normal— the chaos before a stage. The kind of work that made exhaustion settle deep in your bones and had you feeling like you never wanted to move again.

But still, Y/N missed him.

They curled up on the couch, slipping into one of Han’s hoodies he’d left behind. It slouched over their frame, sleeves pulled down to their knuckles. He always liked the oversized ones. The stage was set to air any minute.

Y/N grabbed the remote and powered on the TV, the screen lighting up as they flipped through channels for the Stray Kids comeback stage. They had meant to wait and watch it with him, but… who were they kidding? Han knew better than to expect them to wait days to see their Hannie on stage again.

The fanchants hit first as they pulled a blanket over themselves and took a sip of reheated tea. Then came Stray Kids, commanding the stage just by being there. And there he was.

Han.

Hair pushed back, gaze sharp, jaw set like he meant business. The same guy who tripped over their coffee table two nights ago trying to show them a dance move was now practically eating the camera alive.

Y/N laughed softly, their heart swelling.

His verse in the first song hit— sharp, fast, ridiculous in the best way— and the moment it ended, he smirked, eyes flicking just barely offstage. Like he was checking something. Y/N smiled. Only they would catch that. He was probably making sure a camera cue hit right. He was always worried about those things.

The camera caught Han mid-smirk, all fire and finesse. Y/N’s chest ached in that way it always did when they saw him like this— so far away, and yet still, somehow, theirs.

They watched the rest of the performance, eyes glued to Han the entire time.

I can’t wait to watch this all over again… when he’s next to me.

Y/N smiled to themself, already picturing his smug little grin when he replayed it later, waiting for praise.

The performance ended almost too quickly. Y/N blinked at the screen— dazed, proud, and aching just a little. They were just about to text him ‘you crushed it, baby!!’ when their phone buzzed.

FaceTime. ‘hannie <33’

“Hey!” he beamed, slightly out of breath, sweat dripping down his forehead and glitter clinging to his jaw. “Did you see me?”

Y/N blinked. “Are you calling me from the dressing room?”

“No,” he said, way too fast. “I’m calling you from a… secure, undisclosed location where I definitely wasn’t pretending to be cool for a billion cameras. But for real, how was it?”

“You were fine, I guess… But Hyunjin might have outshined you a little,” they teased.

“Excuse me?!” His voice shot up half an octave. “That was the best 45 seconds of rap Korea has ever seen! I practiced for months!”

Y/N snorted, laughing so hard they had to wipe a stray tear from their cheek.

“No, babe, you looked great. Happy. Like you were having fun.”

Han went quiet for a second, eyes flicking off to the side as he tried not to smile.

“It’s ‘cause I was thinking about you…” he muttered, glancing back with a soft laugh.

“Did I look okay? Were my bangs working with me or against me?”

“You looked great, babe. Bangs were on your side. Fully cooperating.”

From somewhere off-screen came Bang Chan’s voice— quiet but just loud enough to make Y/N laugh: “Stop flirting and take off your mic pack! Get off FaceTime, lover boy!”

“I’m not flirting!” Han called back. “I’m… doing a survey!”

Y/N bit back a grin. “You’re such a weirdo.”

“Your weirdo,” he said easily, grinning like he just won something. “But seriously… I did good?”

The way he asked— quieter now, less dramatic— made something in their chest squeeze. He was still glowing from the stage, but now he looked a little smaller. Just Han again. Not the idol. Just the man who still needed to hear it.

Y/N tucked their knees up to their chest, the ache in their heart blooming into warmth. “You did better than okay. You were amazing, Hannie.”

His smile softened. “Yeah?”

“Yeah. I’m proud of you.”

For a moment, he didn’t say anything. Just looked at them through the screen like he wanted to step through it. Then, softly: “Thanks. I really needed that.”

Someone called for him again. He sighed, groaned dramatically, and rolled his eyes like it physically pained him. “Okay, okay! I’m coming! Love you, gotta go— call you later?”

“Always,” Y/N said.

He blew a kiss at the camera and hung up mid-smooch. Y/N stared at the lock screen for a second, then laughed to themself, burying their face in Han’s hoodie. It smelled like him. Like his cologne. His tea. Him.

He’d be home in a few days. But for now… this was enough.

[quokkaholic]

Death By Chocolate h.j

Warnings/tags: fluff, slight angst, anxiety, roommates to ???, (this is based on my own experience with anxiety bc ofc that’s all I can speak on)

Synopsis: When your spiraling anxiety wakes you up in the middle of the night, your roommate, Han, has just the solution.

˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊ ˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊ ˖ 🤎 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊ ˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊ ˖ ᡣ𐭩

Your eyes fly open to pitch darkness. No dreams and no movement in your room to disturb your slumber yet still you’re jolted awake, immediately your mind in thrown into fight or flight, heart racing. It pounds incessantly as your chest heaves and your face heats. Your anxiety has been out of control recently, hindering your work and social lives, keeping you up late into the night, and as of now, it’s progressed to waking you from sleep leaving you feeling panicky and disoriented.

With the daily meditation and techniques you’ve learned in therapy through the years, you are highly equipped to manage your disordered way of thinking, but your tools just haven’t been cutting it for the past while. No matter how many deep and grounding breathes you take or calming mantras you repeat lying in your dark room, the weight in your chest isn’t letting up and your pulse only feels as if it’s pounding harder, threatening to burst your arteries. There’s no point in just lying there and letting the abysmal feeling fester; getting up and moving your body even a little might help release the tension clinging to every fiber of your being.

You throw on a sweatshirt over your pjs and fuzzy socks not only to combat the cool night air of the apartment but also in attempt to raise your coziness level and aid in relaxation. Slipping out of your doorway, your covered feet pad against the hallway floor, putting in extra effort to soften your stride as you pass your roommates door. The last thing you need is to bother him and end up feeling like a burden on Han.

Wandering to the kitchen, you forgo the big light to flick on the stylish lamp on the counter, dimly illuminating the space in yellow light. You always try not to check your phone during anxious episodes as it will only exacerbate the issue, so you weren’t sure of the time until glancing at the oven clock, well into 2am. You thought a past-midnight snack could do you some good as you reached to open the freezer drawer pulling out the death by chocolate ice cream Han had bought earlier this week. When he brought it home, he was so excited to share that he didn’t even bother putting away the rest of his groceries; he took the dessert straight to your room with two spoons for you guys to try it. After seeing the euphoria the first spoonful caused in you, he insisted to share the tub with you, adding that you should eat it whenever you wanted and didn’t have to ask his permission like you usually would.

Grabbing a spoon from the drawer, you dive into the carton, hunched over the kitchen island resting on your elbows over the sweet treat. You’re only a few bites in when a groggy Han stumbles into the room, gently slumping against the doorframe, rubbing one of his puffy eyes as he asks about your whereabouts at this ungodly hour in his grumbly voice, dripping with exhaustion.

“Icing my vagus nerve,” you explain flatly, shoveling another spoonful to your mouth. Despite feeling guilty for waking Han, you’re glad to see him, but it’s hard to express anything but existential dread in your expression when you’re feeling tidal waves of angst churning your insides. Your mention of the common anxiety alleviating hack wakes him right up as he struggles to conceal the worry in his eyes.

“You okay?” he questions, genuine concern emanating from him like a warm aura that only adds to the comfort you feel with him. He shuffles his way over to you grabbing the spoon from your hand to get himself a bite. Just having him in the same room as you has you feeling okay enough to joke around,

“Oh yeah for sure, just feel like I’m about to spontaneously combust or simply disintegrate to dust, all good,” you deliver your genuine feelings in jest causing him to let out a breathy chuckle accompanied by the slow shaking of his head signifying his intimate familiarity with the pain you’re describing. He scrapes up a massive scoop and holds it just before your lips, the icy air flowing off the spoon chilling your reddened face, signaling for you to open your mouth so he can feed you the lump of pure decadence, and you immediately oblige with a soft smile tugging at the corner of your lips as you close them around the utensil.

“You know, you typically ice your vagus nerve with a cooling pack to the chest. I’ve never seen it this way,” he comments smugly on your cutting edge anxiety management technique.

“What works well for me is deep pressure stimulation,” he continues. You can tell he’s being serious, but neither of you can fight your immaturity and giggle at the innuendo,

“For real though, I found it to be super helpful,” he continues between bites.

“I think I’ve heard of it, DPS, how do you do it?” you ask, at this point you’ll do anything to get back to feel some relief.

“Here, I’ll just show you!” he offers eagerly, tossing the spoon in the sink and ice cream back in the freezer before grabbing your wrist to pull you to his room.

You spend plenty of time hanging in eacothers spaces, so it doesn’t feel uncomfortable to sit where he guides you on his bed. He runs around to the other side of before giving an exaggerated gesture instructing you to lay down and covering you in the comforter that emits his signature, soothing scent. You close your eyes and take deep breaths to bask in his essence and mentally prepare for whatever instructions he gives you next, but instead you feel the bed dip and Han swiftly roll onto you pressing his chest to yours. Before you can ask what he’s doing, he shuffles and shimmies into a comfortable position and squeezes his arms at your sides, applying even and consistent pressure to your torso. While you have hugged on special occasions and laid in bed together watching movies, you’d never snuggled, but with soothing your anxious state on the forefront on both your minds all, your current position feels the most true and pure event to ever occur in all of history. The instant solace you feel in that moment is almost enough to bring tears to your eyes.

You can feel your heart beat finally starting to settle and, somehow, with the new physical pressure on your chest, the emotional weight is vanishing. You have a sneaking suspicion that it is not only the DPS that is calming you. His body slots to yours so perfectly, though he’s scooted down a bit trying to focus the bulk of his weight on your chest and core. His lush, soft hair pleasantly tickles your cheek with every breath you take raising and lowering his head. Just slightly. His form is so warm and gentle and the perfect mixture of squishy and firm against you. You’re getting lost in the sensations and actually starting to doze off when his familiar voice laced with a bit of nerves breaks the silence,

“Is it—is it working” he interrupts your meditation.

“Oh my god yeah, Hannie. This is so great; thank you,” you sleepily ramble out causing him to release a happy hum as he turns to face into the crook of your neck, lips barely grazing your skin. Your heart begins to speed up again, but for a different reason this time. As if Han sense the change in rhythm, he lifts his head with that same worried expression from earlier to search your eyes for any sign of stress or discomfort, but he finds only utter admiration and appreciation. His round eyes roam over you features drinking in how impossibly radiant you look this close up. He leans in, and you close your eyes in anticipation. Warm, chocolatey breath fanning over you, but instead of your landing on your lips like maybe both of you would’ve preferred, he he graces your cheek with a gentle kiss from his sweet and slightly sticky lips laced with affection and adoration not wanting to take advantage of your highly emotional state. As if he can read your mind he pulls away to lick the sugary residue from his mouth with a slight look of embarrassment before giving you a damp peck and nuzzling back into your neck. You lay in comfortable silence as you will your heart and mind to calm one again, drifting off into the best night of sleep you’ve had in weeks in the arms of a man who cares so deeply for you.

˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊ ˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊ ˖ 🤎 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊ ˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊ ˖ ᡣ𐭩

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A.n- thanks for reading. This for all my anxious girlies. I see you. I am you

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Missed Calls

Pairing: Changbin x gn!Reader (short mention of Chan/Jisung)

Word Count: 1232

Summary: Changbin overdoes it before the upcoming tour and ends up in hospital. You're busy and miss the many notifications blowing up your phone until you finally realize you should get going.

Warnings/Tags: angst, fluff, comfort, fainting, very short mention of blood, shitty communication skills, happy ending

A/N: Thank you, my love @zehina for helping me out with a prompt for this fic🖤

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The sound of your ringtone is muffled beneath the blanket of music pouring from your headphones, bass-heavy and loud enough to match the mood clawing at your insides. You’re three hours into a long-overdue deep clean of your apartment- more rage-scrubbing than actual tidying, if you’re being honest - and your phone is buried somewhere under a pile of laundry and passive-aggressive to-do lists.

It’s been a day.

Actually, it’s been a week. Maybe a month. Too many deadlines, too many people asking for too many things. And on top of all that, the emotional whiplash of being half in a relationship with someone who belongs to the world and barely has time to belong to himself, let alone you.

Changbin.

Your thumb scrapes a smear of dried toothpaste off the bathroom mirror, and you glare at your reflection like it’s responsible for everything unraveling. You hadn’t meant to ignore him, not really. You’d just… needed a break. From the constant notifications, the packed schedule reminders he kept sharing, the tension you felt in every message that sounded like a goodbye disguised as a status update.

Still, you probably should’ve picked up.

The music cuts out suddenly, a faint vibration making your heart lurch in your chest. You yank the headphones off and fumble for your phone, finally digging it out from under your sweatshirt. The screen lights up with missed calls—fourteen of them. Nine messages. One from Jisung. Two from Felix. The rest are all Chan.

And then the most recent one: "Call me when you see this. It’s urgent."

Time slows. Your pulse pounds in your ears.

You swipe through the notifications with trembling fingers until you find the one that matters.

Chan [4:12 p.m.]: He collapsed at the gym. Hit his head. He's in the hospital. They're running tests now.

You don't remember grabbing your keys, or your jacket, or locking the door behind you. The world outside feels like a dream - sharp, unreal, smeared with the smog of city life and the blur of regret.

-

The hospital smells like antiseptic and stress. Bright lights buzz overhead as you make your way to the reception desk, barely managing to say Changbin’s name before someone’s guiding you down a too-white hallway.

Jisung’s waiting in the corridor, slumped in one of the plastic chairs, phone clutched in both hands like it’s the only thing tethering him to Earth. His eyes widen when he sees you. “You made it.”

“What happened?” Your voice is hoarse, breathless.

He stands, eyes flicking over you, and then pulls you into a hug you don’t realize you need until you’re already in it.

“He was at the gym. He overdid it, I guess. Barely ate, hadn’t slept. You know how he gets before tours. He just—” Jisung breaks off, swallowing hard. “He fainted. Hit the back of his head. There was blood. He wasn’t waking up for a while. Scared the hell out of us.”

“Is he—” You can’t finish the question. Your throat tightens around the words.

“He’s awake now. Groggy. Still in the ER while they check for a concussion or worse. You can go in.”

Your legs carry you down the corridor before your mind catches up. Your heart is pounding so hard it’s painful. The moment you push through the curtain, everything stops.

Changbin is lying on the bed, pale against the stark white sheets, a bandage wrapped around the back of his head. There’s a bruise forming just above his ear. His eyes are half-open, unfocused, but when they land on you, something shifts in them. He tries to sit up. “You’re here.”

You rush to his side. “God, Binnie—stay down, you shouldn’t—don’t move.”

His smile is weak. “You finally checked your phone.”

“I-” Your voice breaks. You clasp his hand, fingers trembling. “I didn’t know. I’m so sorry. I was… cleaning. And angry. And ignoring everything. I should’ve-”

“It’s okay.” He squeezes your hand. “You’re here now.”

Tears burn at the corners of your eyes, and you don’t know if it’s guilt or relief or both. Probably both.

-

The nurse tells you he’ll need monitoring overnight. That the scans look okay, but concussions can be tricky. That he’s lucky.

You don’t feel lucky. You feel like you’ve failed him.

Later, when the nurse steps out and it’s just the two of you again, you sit by his bed, still holding his hand. His eyes keep drifting shut.

“You scared me,” you whisper. “So much.”

“I didn’t mean to.” His voice is soft, laced with exhaustion. “Just… wanted to be ready for tour. Felt like everything was on me, and I had to push harder. Guess I pushed too far.”

“You always do.” You say it gently, brushing your thumb over his knuckles. “You carry too much.”

He exhales a shaky breath. “I thought maybe you were done. With me. You didn’t reply, and I figured… maybe I pushed you too far too.”

Your heart cracks wide open. “No. I was just tired. Frustrated. I thought you were shutting me out, again. I didn’t think - God, Binnie, I didn’t think something like this would happen.”

“Guess we both suck at talking,” he murmurs.

You nod. “Yeah. But we can get better. If you let me in. If you stop trying to do everything alone.”

Silence stretches between you, not heavy, but full.

“Will you stay tonight?” he asks, voice small.

You nod, already pulling the blanket up around his shoulders. “Always.”

-

That night, you don’t sleep. You sit in the hospital chair with your hand in his, watching the slow rise and fall of his chest, listening to the quiet beeping of machines. Your phone buzzes again - Chan checking in this time. You reply briefly, letting him know Changbin’s resting, and then turn your phone over.

You think about how easily you could’ve lost him. How close you came to not getting this second chance.

The tour’s still happening, and you know the pressure won’t go away. But maybe, just maybe, the two of you can start showing up for each other in the moments that matter most.

One Week Later

Changbin’s better. He’s not cleared for full rehearsals yet, and it’s driving him up the wall. You catch him trying to sneak in push-ups in the living room, and you threaten to hide all the dumbbells.

“You know,” you say, leaning in the doorway with crossed arms, “if you pass out again, I’m not taking you to the hospital. I’ll just duct tape you to the couch.”

He laughs, the sound bright and welcome. “I’m fine.”

“You weren’t. And I don’t want you to forget that just because you’re stubborn.”

He looks up at you, serious now. “I haven’t forgotten. Trust me.”

You walk over and sit beside him, grabbing his hand. “Next time something’s wrong - anything - I want you to tell me. Even if it’s just a bad day. Even if it’s small. Deal?”

He links your pinkies together. “Deal.”

-

The night before the tour, you help him pack. You find yourself lingering in the hallway as he zips up his suitcase, your stomach twisting. “Promise me you’ll take care of yourself on tour.”

He walks over and cups your cheek.“Promise me you’ll pick up your phone next time.”

You nod, cheeks flushing. “Deal.”

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His lips brush your forehead, soft and grounding. “Then we’ll both be okay.”

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[fenya-scribbles]

Secret

Pairing: bf!HanJisung, gn!Reader

Other Characters: Lee Know, Felix, Seungmin

Summary: You’re sneaking around and Han comes to his own conclusions as to why. 

Genre: angst, hurt/comfort

Content warnings: anxiety, mentions of infidelity

Word Count: 2,964

A/N: You wanted this :3

The first time it happened, Han didn’t think anything of it. He’d been sitting on your couch with you curled in his lap, lazily running his fingers through your hair. “So”, he said, interrupting your mindless scrolling through Instagram, “you remember that I have the day off tomorrow?” “Sure babe”, you replied, turning so you could look at him properly. “I was thinking that maybe we could check out that new café you wanted to try?” You swallowed. “Oh babe, I’m sorry, I made plans with Yeji tomorrow. She’s finally back from her semester abroad.” Han looked disappointed for a second, but he understood. Yeji was your best friend and you hadn’t seen her in literally a year. “No, don’t worry, cupcake”, he said, brushing a loose strand of hair out of your face. “You sure?” He nodded. “I’m sure.” “I could come by in the evening? We can watch Howl’s moving castle”, you offered, putting a smile on your boyfriend’s face. “I’d love that, jagi.”

A few hours later, you were lying in bed. Han was sleeping soundly beside you, looking like the sweetest angel baby on the planet. Deciding it was time to sleep too, you went to plug in your phone on the charge beside your bed, when it lit up with a text. 

Seungmin: You’re sure he doesn’t know?

You smiled to yourself. 

You: He’s completely clueless. 

***

It happened again two days later. Han asked you if you wanted to hang out at the studio during his recording session. “I’d love to babe, but I have to run some errands for my mom”, you replied. And he shrugged it off again. It was no big deal right? It’s not like you tried to avoid him or anything. No, that was just his anxiety talking. “Alright babe, I’ll see you tonight then”, he said and pressed a sweet kiss to your lips. 

But as it turned out, that was only the beginning. Over the following weeks you started to blow him off again and again. You had a work project or met with Yeji or your parents needed you or, one time, you really didn’t want any company, which was concerning, coming from you. But Han didn’t want to doubt you. He didn’t want to admit, that it worried him, how you seemed to have less and less time for him. Because that was scary as hell, a fear that would set in his bones and make it absolutely impossible to breathe. So he brushed it off. You were still his girlfriend. His girl. His. 

***

“Girl, I’m telling you, this is so stupid”, Yeji said, her fingers tightly curled around the steaming cup of coffee in front of her. “It’s not that big of a deal”, you replied. “What if he gets suspicious, huh? He’s not stupid, you know.” Your best friend was not a fan of your current antics and you knew it. Most of Han’s members weren’t either, but you still stood by your decision. “I know, but he trusts me. He wouldn’t doubt me.” “I don’t know Y/N. Sneaking around with Seungmin like that...” Yeji sighed. “Just don’t come crying to me when it all blows up in your face.” “It won’t”, you said, trying hard to hide the hint of doubt that started to bloom in the back of your mind. 

***

Over time, Han turned needy. A lot more than usual. You didn’t mind, generally, because he was your boyfriend after all, but then he wanted to join in on your baking day with Felix. “Please, jagi”, he gave you his biggest boba eyes, “I’m sure Lixie wouldn’t mind.” You cupped his face and took a deep breath. It was incredibly hard to refuse him when he was pouting at you like that. “Maybe another time, babe”, you said, “I haven’t met up with Lixie alone in a long time and I want some quality time with my friend. You understand that, don’t you?” Han pouted even more, but eventually, he let out a defeated sigh. “But you bring home brownies, right?”, he asked. “Of course, babe.”

Later, when Felix opened the door, you still felt a bit bad for refusing Han. “He’s in his room”, Felix said, “And for the record, just because I’m baking you alibi brownies, doesn’t mean I like what you’re doing.” You pushed past him, leaving your shoes by the front door, and made your way to Seungmin’s room. Being judged by anyone was uncomfortable, but being judged by Felix just hurt your soul. Maybe they were right. Maybe you shouldn’t be doing this. With a deep breath, you pushed the growing doubts aside, and knocked on Seungmin’s door. After a moment, he called you inside. You found him sitting on his bed, guitar in his lap. With raised eyebrows he looked up at you, and said: “Are you still sure about this?” You nodded, doing your best to look certain. “I am. This is what I want.”

***

Three days later, you were at Felix and Seungmin’s place again, about to put on your shoes. Seungmin was standing beside you, lazily leaning against the wall. “Today was fun”, he said. You looked up from tightening your laces with a fond smile. “It was”, you said, “you’re a really good-“ You were interrupted by the sound of the doorbell. Both your heads snapped towards the door. “Are you expecting someone?” Seungmin shook his head. “No, must be for Felix.” He stepped past you and opened the door. “Han?” Your boyfriend looked at Seungmin - and then his eyes shifted onto you. “Jagi? What are you doing here?” You felt your heart sink, as an uncomfortable feeling settled in your stomach. Fuck. “Babe…I…uhm…”, you stammered. “She was bringing back Lix’s brownie box”, Seungmin swooped in. “Yeah, right”, you immediately agreed.

Han’s gaze shifted between the two of you, uncertain if he believed what he was told. “Right”, he said, drawing out the word. “Lix is in his room”, Seungmin quickly changed the subject, stepping aside to let Han in, but before your boyfriend could move, you squeezed past both of them. “See you at home babe”, you shouted over your shoulder as you bolted down the stairs, leaving both Han and Seungmin staring after you. That was too fucking close. 

***

It was late, way past midnight, and Han couldn’t sleep, the weird scene with you and Seungmin playing over and over in his head. He’d been watching you peacefully sleep beside him for roughly an hour now. You looked so pretty, so calm and innocent, so utterly unable to hurt him. And yet, something was stirring within him. There was this nagging feeling in the pit of his stomach, this persistent voice in the back of his head, telling him that something was up. Something was not right. You were hiding something. And he loved you, he loved you more than anything, and it hurt him to mistrust you. It hurt him to suspect you of anything bad. No, he wanted to believe things were fine. You wanted him to be with you by the end of the day, didn’t you? You asked him to spend the night, despite spending less and less of your days with him. You wanted him around, right? You still loved him. You still loved him? 

Han let out a sigh. Gently, he shifted towards the edge of the bed, making sure not to disturb you. Then he slipped out from under the covers and made his way to the kitchen. Maybe drinking some water would help calm him down. Seeing that the dishwasher had run, he opened it to grab a glass - and stopped right in his tracks. Sitting there, between cups and bowls, was a clear plastic box. A box he’d been eating brownies out of for the past three days. Felix’s box. The box you’d supposedly brought back to him earlier that day. But you hadn’t. It was right here. You’d lied to him. 

Suddenly, Han felt violently sick, as all of his fears seemed to come true at once. The picture of you standing behind Seungmin, utterly startled, staring at him like a deer in headlights, once again returned to Han, burning itself into the back of his eyelids. Why had you been that startled? What had you been doing there? With Seungmin? Han’s heartbeat accelerated so fast it left him dizzy, and before he knew it, he sunk down onto the kitchen floor, back pressed against the cabinets and knees pulled up to his chin. Oh no. Oh no. Were you cheating on him? With one of his best friends, no less? Was this where you went when you had no time for him? Han’s body started violently shaking as tears started to run down his face. This couldn’t be happening. You were his world, his heart, his soul. A part of him. You were everything. He couldn’t lose you. Han’s skin felt like it was on fire, his lungs struggled to let in air, his vision was beyond blurry. 

And then his body started to move on its own. He couldn’t stay here, in your apartment, for a second longer. He snuck back into your bedroom, grabbing his hoodie and his phone, avoiding to look at you at all costs. Then he slipped on his shoes and rushed outside. The way home was a blur, he got there purely by muscle memory, as his mind was racing with made up images. You kissing Seungmin. You in Seungmins lap. You tangled up in bed with Seungmin. It made him sick, his heart breaking over and over in his chest. This couldn’t be happening. You were his one and only. His forever. How could you do this? How could this happen? It couldn’t. He couldn’t lose you. No. No. 

He didn’t bother to be quiet when he entered his own home, the door loudly closing behind him. It didn’t take long for Minho to come out of his room, despite the late hour, looking like he’d just fallen out of bed. Because he likely had. “What the fuck, Hannie”, he said, rubbing his eyes. But as soon as he took a good look at his best friend, he knew. “Fuck”, he mumbled, rushing over. And then Han fell apart, utterly and completely, turning into a sobbing, shaking, broken mess in Minho’s arms. 

30 Minutes later, Han was still crying, curled up in Minho’s arms on his bed, as the older one rubbed comforting circles on his back. No word was spoken, Han was unable to even think of speaking, and Minho already knew what was going on. He knew what you’d been doing, and he’d also disapproved, precisely for this reason. But you had insisted, and now Han was inconsolable. Broken. Unnecessarily hurt. Minho cursed you in his head, pulled out his phone and shot you a text. 

***

You woke up early to an empty bed. Confused, you tapped your hand in the spot where Han should be. But he wasn’t. You let out a groan. It wasn’t unheard of that Han disappeared before you woke up, but you still hated when it happened. Groggily, you reached for your phone. Usually, Han sent you a text when he had to leave early. And there was a text on your phone, but it wasn’t from Han. It was from Minho and it had you sit up straight in a flash.

Minho: Tell him or I will. 

The time stamp read 3:47am. Even with your mind not fully awake yet, you could put the pieces together. Han had left your place in the middle of the night. But why? What had happened? Why was Minho telling you to spill your secret? Confused, you got out of bed and made your way into the kitchen. The dishwasher was still open - and there, sitting in the top drawer, Felix’s brownie box was basically staring at you. “Fuck”, you muttered, frantically running your hands through your hair. Han had seen that. And he’d run to conclusions. Oh no. No, no, no. Yeji had been right. As had Felix and Minho. You’d been so stupid, so careless. How could you have ever thought that sneaking around like that with Seungmin would work? Why did you allow Seungmin to lie? And then you agreed? Fuck. Fuck.

At light speed, you got dressed, grabbed your things and rushed out the door. Your heart was hammering in your chest as you made your way to Han and Minho’s place, hands sweaty and mind racing. The thought of Han hurting had your chest clenching painfully. He was the love of your life, your person, your Hannie. You cursed yourself over and over for your foolishness. This was not what you’d planned, this was not what you’d wanted. When you arrived at their place, your hands were shaking, and silent tears were streaming down your face. Nervously, you rang the doorbell. 

“About time”, Minho said when he opened the door. “How is he?”, you asked, voice shaky. Minho huffed. “What do you think?” He was staring daggers at you, but stepped aside to let you in. “He’s in his room. He slept a bit, but I couldn’t leave his side all night. You really fucked up, Y/N.” “I know”, you replied meekly, unable to meet his eyes. “Then go fix it.” Minho shoved you towards Han’s room, barely allowing you to take off your shoes. 

When you entered Han’s room, your heart broke at the image in front of you. Han was curled up in his bed, knees drawn up to his chest. His face was puffy and streaked with tears, his whole body looking utterly exhausted from crying all night. He looked defeated. Broken. A quiet sob escaped your lips as the weight of what you had done crashed down on you. Han didn’t move, but his eyes were open, staring at nothing. 

Cautiously, you made your way towards his bed, perching yourself on the edge. “Baby?”, you said softly, not yet allowing yourself to reach for him. You knew you wouldn’t be able to handle him flinching at your touch, so you didn’t risk it. At the sound of your voice, his gaze shifted towards you. His eyes were so swollen, so red, it sent daggers through your heart. He didn’t say a word, just blankly stared at you. The silence in the room was deafening, a heavy veil of unspoken assumptions.

“Do you love him?” When Han eventually broke the silence, he sounded rough and shaky. “Who?” It was a stupid question. You knew who he was talking about, you knew what he was thinking. But your stupid mouth was faster than your brain and so you made him say it. “Seung-“ He couldn’t finish, as his body convulsed with an earth shattering sob. At that, you threw all caution to the wind and rushed to his side, crawling into his bed beside him and wrapping him in your arms. “No”, you said, “no, baby. I don’t.” 

Han was crying again, unable to push you away, even if part of him wanted to, but the craving to be close to you was bigger. “I love you”, you said, “only you.” You tightened your grip on him. “I’m so sorry”, you said, “I was so stupid. I’m so sorry, baby.” And for a while, you stayed like that. Han slowly melted more and more into you, despite the bad thoughts screaming in his head, as you apologised over and over, reassuring him of your love, tightly holding him close. You didn’t know how much time passed, didn’t care either, you just wanted to comfort your boyfriend, who you had hurt so foolishly. 

When his sobs eventually died down, you allowed him to move back just enough to look at you. “Why did you lie?”, he asked, “About the box?” You sighed and brushed the tears from his face, his flushed skin hot under your fingers. “I’m so sorry about that”, you said, “it was so stupid. I should’ve just said that I met up with Minnie. We panicked, both of us. It was stupid.” Han looked at you, still utterly confused. “Why were you meeting up with him then?” You sighed again. “It was supposed to be a surprise”, you said, “but that’s not an option anymore now, I guess.” “A surprise?” You nodded. “Minnie was giving me guitar lessons. And singing lessons.” 

Han fully sat up, removing himself from your embrace and you immediately missed his warmth, half chasing after him. “He was teaching you?” You nodded again. “I wrote a song for you. For our anniversary. I wanted to be able to sing it.” Han stared at you, searching your eyes. But you held his gaze effortlessly. There was no sign of dishonesty, none of that look you had when you had lied the day before. Slowly, Han took in what you said, putting the pieces together. “That’s why you were so busy these past weeks?” Again, you nodded. “I’m so sorry, Hannie, I should’ve handled it better. I just wanted to surprise you.” You reached for his hands and he let you, curling his fingers around yours. “I love you so much, baby. I’m so sorry. I never meant to hurt you.” It was Han’s turn to nod, his gaze wandering to your intertwined fingers. He took a deep breath, as he decided to believe you. 

“You wrote a song for me?”, Han asked eventually, giving you those big boba eyes you loved so much. A soft smile spread across your face. “Yeah.” “Can I hear it?”

Fenya’s Masterlist

[sourbinnie]

☆ interrupted tenderness ☆

♡ genre ¿? ♡ -> fluff ♡ pair ¿? ♡ -> maknae line!skz x gn!reader ♡ plot ¿? ♡ -> a member walks in when you're having a moment, how do they react? ♡ warnings ¿? ♡ -> none ♡ request ¿? ♡ -> yes!

hyung line

jisung ✉

this ball of sunshine did not care about showing all of his love. yet there were times that he got so shy around you, like when you just started dating or when he had his massive crush on you. it was those times where he just got mesmerized by your beauty and by the fact that you were now his. you were at the dorms cuddling on the couch and he couldn't stop looking at you when you talked, every word going through his head but he couldn't move his eyes from your mouth.

"sung if you want a kiss just tell me." you said as you laughed and he couldn't help but blush. he was so caught up that he didn't even know where his eyes were going and that 'caused you to roll his eyes as you got closer to him.

"i can't help it when you look at that." he said and it was your turn to blush. how could he be so sweet? you really got lucky with him. you were leaning in, closer & closer but then you heard someone come in and it was none other than...

"look at our han jisung doing the dirty when we're not home!" changbin yelled and immediately jisung was behind you, a red mess in his face as he covered it with his hands. you couldn't help but laugh though as obviously you were doing absolutely nothing but now as everyone came in with changbin yelling, it got embarrassing.

god you loved these boys but sometimes they were very dramatic. even when you leaned in to where jisung was, giving him a kiss on the cheek, they were all yelling again. you held your boyfriend in your arms as he tried to calm down but it looked like tonight was gonna be pretty much like this.

felix ✉

now he didn't really mind being all lovey dovey in public. but like jisung, he did get super shy sometimes and you couldn't pop him out of his bubble. he would blush easily whenever you showed affection but he would always respond with the double of love. he was such a loving person, with so much to give all the time and you felt blessed to have met him. you were waiting for him backstage as he finished performing and as soon as they were coming, all the boys waved at you, but one in particular threw himself in your arms.

"lix oh my god, you're all sweaty!" you said but hugged him anyways because you did not care. he just laughed as he placed his head on your shoulder and buried himself in you basically.

"having you here watching me is all i needed." he whispered in your ear and that made your heart skip a beat because you were so grateful to have him. he was so tender and sweet to you that you felt like you did not deserve this beautiful person.

"i want to hug (y/n) as well, come on yongbok!" minho said as felix rolled his eyes but did not move from you. he was very much comfortable in the hug which wasn't breaking any time soon.

minho would never admit it but he was very happy to see his friend in such a blissful state. all of the boys were pleased to have you around if felix was gonna be smiling. as for him, he knew he found the one he wanted when you started whispering sweet nothings to his ear as you held him in the middle of everyone, who just happened to be staring at the joyful scene. 

seungmin ✉

he was not embarrassed or shy, he just didn't crave affection that much. until he met you and that's all he cared about, being around you, cuddling you, kissing you and just all over you 24/7. he wasn't clingy but he had to let everyone know that you were his (even though everyone knows that). being with him as he taught you one of the new choreos was very special to you. yes you could've asked anyone from danceracha but you wanted to share a moment with your boyfriend.

"(y/n) what are you doing?" he asked as you surrounded his neck with your arms and pulled him closer. his hands going straight to your waist as he held you. you were smirking as you put his forehead against yours and started the slow steps. "you're not making me slow dance, i'll die."

"you're such a drama queen, please? for me?" you said and he just nodded as you continued to have your little moment with him that you would remember forever.

"hyung are you he- oh my god, i need to film this." jeongin said to which seungmin immediately stopped what he was doing and almost dropped you in the process but his pride was on the line, you would understand.

it was impossible not to laugh at blushing seungmin as he hoped the ground would swallow him. of course the maknae had to walk in at such a tender moment but a certain part of him didn't care. like yes, he was slow dancing with his partner so what? but that wasn't the majority, in the end he was dying on the inside. he still loved you to death though, that's never gonna change.

jeongin ✉

you two were in your own scene all the time. it's like you were in a world where no one could enter, he just loved you so much and he got lost in whatever you were saying or doing all the time. he had heart eyes when you were near every time and you couldn't say that you didn't feel the same way. he was so ready to live every day for the rest of his life with you, it sounds like you were married at this point and it was so sweet. you were supporting him as he recovered his vocals, his voice capturing you and when he came out, he laid down next to you.

"was i good?" he simply asked as he looked at you, soft eyes and a little smile appearing on his face. it made you smile as well how happy he looked and you nodded.

"you're always amazing darling." you responded as you hugged him and gave him a little kiss on his forehead. holding him like you were so protective of your innie, he was always gonna be your baby.

"the lovebirds are acting up again." hyunjin said as he walked in to record his lines and jeongin buried himself in your chest. "it's cute, no need to hide!"

you held him close and pushed hyunjin who kept teasing jeongin. when hyunjin got in the recording booth, jeongin's red face appeared on your sight and you closed the gap to give him a kiss. his hyungs might tease him forever for the things you two do but he could not care anymore if he got to kiss you like that again. 

[silverlakee]

https://www.tumblr.com/silverlakee/774389864465629184/you-should-make-some-texts-of-likeyn-dirty?source=share

Hii same anon, so like y/n sends nudes/dirty talk to her bf (a member ofc), not knowing that their with the group so the group sees

texts with bf! skz ♡.*•

• when skz members accidentally see your nudes/texts

• incl: ot8

• mdni/suggestive

• i’m sorry these are absolutely not the best bc i was very tired when i made them but i hope this is what you wanted! thank u for the request!

[strayingawayy]

midnight melodies

...where a droopy eyed jisung lulls his crying baby girl to sleep

it was 3 am, and han jisung was starting to lose his grip on reality. in his arms, their newborn daughter was wailing at the top of her tiny lungs, and he, half-asleep, was desperate for anything to calm her down.

“okay... okay,” he muttered, bouncing her gently. “you’re just... hungry, right? yeah, that’s it.”

she screamed louder in protest.

“alright, alright,” he said, rocking back and forth. “no food. no bottle. what do you want, sweet girl?”

she stared up at him, her tiny fists clenched, as if mocking him.

jisung took a deep breath, glancing around the nursery like it held all the answers. he spotted her han quokka plushie on the shelf and grabbed it. “okay, quokka, let’s try you.”

he held it up to her, but she screamed even louder.

"aish. so you're rejecting daddy and daddy in animal form too huh?," he said with a tired laugh. "huh ...maybe something... softer."

his mind was a blur. but then, it hit him. a song. he could sing her to sleep. he was han jisung, after all. how hard could it be?

taking a deep breath, he started softly, his voice still a little hoarse from lack of sleep.

“you are my sunshine, my only sunshine…” he sang, his tone gentle and shaky and accent prominent but soft.

the baby hiccupped mid-cry and paused for a brief moment, staring up at him with wide eyes.

“you make me happy when skies are grey,” he continued, growing more confident.

her cries had slowed down, and her tiny hand reached up as if to feel the vibrations of his voice.

“you’ll never know dear, how much i love you...” jisung crooned, his voice growing softer as his exhaustion began to catch up to him.

the baby’s eyes fluttered, her little face calming.

jisung grinned, his sleepiness fading as he realized his voice was finally working. "see? told you i was a pro," he whispered to her, though he could barely keep his eyes open.

just then, you walked in, rubbing your eyes and stifling a yawn. "you’re still at it?" you asked, glancing at your daughter, who was now dozing peacefully in jisung’s arms.

jisung, eyes half-closed, smiled triumphantly. “i’m a lullaby legend, love .”

you raised an eyebrow. “uh-huh. you sure it wasn’t just that song?”

jisung blinked, the reality of the situation sinking in. “i mean... yeah. probably.”

you chuckled softly and, feeling the need for a quick snack, went to the kitchen. but when you returned a few minutes later, the sight you saw made you pause in the doorway.

there was jisung, curled up in the crib with their baby girl, both fast asleep. he’d somehow managed to fit himself in the small space, one arm around her, his head resting gently on the edge of the crib. his breathing was slow and peaceful, a contented smile on his face. the baby, snug in his arms, had the faintest of smiles on her face as well.

you stepped closer, careful not to wake them, and stood there for a moment, completely taken by the warmth of the scene. the man you loved, the one who had been so anxious earlier, was now completely at ease, his little girl in his arms as if they’d been doing this forever.

you couldn’t help but smile. "well, i guess you are her sunshine too, sweetheart," you whispered to yourself, a soft laugh escaping your lips.

you carefully adjusted the blanket over them and kissed both jisung and your daughter’s foreheads, your heart full of love. then, you whispered, "sleep tight, you two."

and as you left the room, the soft glow of the night and the gentle hum of peace filled the air, your little family finally at rest.