#little unimportant fact about me: i actually don't like key lime pie...

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key lime pie | han jisung

(2/9) stray kids u.s. destinations series

destination: Key West, Florida

wc: 2.1k

genre: fluffy fluffy fluffy

a/n: so i clearly suck at summaries oops! anyway, i really hope you all enjoy this! i absolutely loved this place and thought it went well with jisung’s lively personality! feel free to tell me how you feel about this part of the series! i’d love to hear your opinions! also, check out chan’s part below! and tell me which member you guys want next! requests are open! love you guys!

summary: what could be better than vacationing in Key West? there’s swimming, hammocks, and best of all, key lime pie. add Han Jisung in the mix and you have a wonderful but slightly crazy day. 

| woojin | chan | minho | changbin | hyunjin | jisung | felix | seungmin | jeongin | 

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The scolding Florida sun beams down on yours and Jisung’s heads. You’d been walking through the streets of Key West just seeing all the sights and enjoying each other’s company for a few hours now, and you both were thinking it was time for a little rest. 

“Come on, Jisung! We’re almost there!” you pull his hand to keep him from falling too far behind you. 

“You said that two blocks ago!” he whines, following you nonetheless. 

You turn the corner a moment later to find your destination. 

“Look! I found it! I told you I knew where I was going.” you boasted. Jisung just huffed with a slight pout. 

You enter the shop and instantly your eyes scan the room in wonder; absolutely everything is key lime flavored. There are olive oils, juices, candies, even dog treats, all with that citrus tang that so many people love. You decided to come to this shop because what better place to have key lime pie than in Key West! 

Pulling Jisung, who was preoccupied with some free samples of key lime candy, over to the pie and ice cream counter, the two of you order some refreshing treats to help you cool off from the blistering heat. Jisung orders a scoop of strawberry key lime ice cream claiming strawberry makes everything taste better, while you stick with a classic slice of the island’s famous key lime pie. 

Just outside of the shop’s back doors is a small patio with tables, plants and even a serene little koi pond. You and Jisung sit at a table placed near the street but still underneath the patio awning’s shade to people watch as you enjoy your sweet treats. 

The two of you sit in silence as you eat your snacks, watching all the strangers passing by, listening to the various sounds of the lively area. Because of his incessant whining, you occasionally feed Jisung small bites of your pie. 

You finish your snacks, but remain at the table for a little while, resting as much as you can after walking in the heat for so long. 

“Now that we’re all good and rested, can we go exploring some more?” Jisung asks with hope in his eyes, already standing up from the table. 

“Of course, baby,” you stand up from the table as Jisung takes your hand and leads you to the sidewalk, “where to?” 

Jisung thinks for a minute with a quizzical look on his face, “Ummm.... this way!” 

He pulls you in the direction he decided on with no idea where he’s heading. He doesn’t really care as long as he’s with you. 

The two of you walk hand in hand about four blocks until you begin to hear faint music and the hum of conversing crowds. Curious as to the cause of the commotion, Jisung slightly speeds up his pace. Entering the crowded social hub, which you’ve come to learn is called Mallory Square, you take in your surroundings; people in costumes, street performers and salesmen are spread around the vast area, entertaining locals and tourists alike. 

“Oh look, (y/n)! There’s boats!”

Jisung excitedly scampers off to the dock to watch the multiple tour boats sail past the square, you following like a lost puppy. He sits down on the edge of the dock, his legs hanging off, and you join him, staring at the wide open water. Children around you squeal as they chase each other and fly tiny drones as far as they can over the water. The street performers’ music lulls you into a calm state of happiness. You lean your head on Jisung’s shoulder, his head plopping on top of yours. 

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After dinner, you walk back to your resort to relax after the long and hot day. 

“Babe, lets go see if one of the hammocks are open,” Jisung suggests once entering the small resort grounds to which you happily agree. To your excitement, one of the large hammocks that are placed on the small private beach is open and waiting for you and your boyfriend. 

“Okay... um... this could be tricky.” 

Jisung stares at the hammock as he tries to figure out how to safely get both of you on the seat without ending up in the sand underneath instead. 

“Alright. Here’s what we’re going to do. I’ll lie down in the middle and then you just lay on top of me so I can balance it. Sound good?” he asks. 

“You’re the hammock expert,” you raise your hands teasingly. He smirks at your comment. 

Jisung climbs onto the wobbly lounge chair with about as much grace as a newborn deer, but eventually lies down and gets the hammock into a still and balanced position before motioning for you to hop on with him. You lean over and place your hands on his shoulders, swinging your leg over his lap, then finally lying your body across his. The close proximity of your faces does not go unnoticed by Jisung. 

“Well hello there,” he teases.

“Shut up,” you retort with a smile.

Jisung watches and does his best to keep the hammock balanced as you maneuver over to his side. Once you are comfortable, his arm wraps around your waist, pulling you as close to him as possible. He places a chaste kiss to the top of your head, pulling the hand not around your waist to caress your face and run his fingers through your hair. You lean up and place a kiss on his jaw, being the only place you can reach in this position. 

A calm silence comes over the two of you, just soaking in each others’ presence. You can tell Jisung has something on his mind after a while, but choose not to ask about it knowing he will tell you whatever it is when he’s ready, which turns out to be sooner than you think. He moves his head slightly to be able to look down at you and see your face before speaking. 

“Thank you for planning this vacation, (y/n). You and I both know I have a hard time deciding when to take a break, relax, and forget about work. This trip has really helped me unwind and clear some of the stress I’ve been under lately. Thank you so much. I’m so happy to be here in this shaky hammock, holding you in my arms. I love you, (y/n).” 

“Jisung, I would swim the entire ocean for you. You know that? I love you more than anything in this world.” 

With that, the two of you snuggle even closer together, staying silent. The love in the air is almost suffocating; your lungs can hardly handle it. That’s the way it usually is with Jisung. He never fails to take your breath away with his never ending love. 

Soon, the sun has gone completely down and the light from the resort is only illuminating your hammock enough for you to see Jisung’s silhouette. 

Getting off the hammock ends exactly how you pictured it; lying in the sand with Jisung on top of you, momentarily squishing you with his weight before he pulls himself up, laughing. 

“I thought I was going to be a lot smoother than that,” he bashfully rubs the back of his neck. You just giggle at him, pulling him back to the gate into the pool area. 

At the late hour, the small pool near the bar is completely empty with only a few stray people talking and enjoying drinks at the outdoor bar. The tiny fountains from the pillars by the wall send streams of water into the pool. The water looks increasingly inviting the longer you stand there. You and Jisung exchange glances. 

“You thinking what I’m thinking?” you ask him with a smirk.

“Oh yeah. Do you know who you’re talking to?” he jokes back. 

“Race you upstairs!” you yell before taking off toward the outdoor staircase that leads to your room at the resort, getting a head start on Jisung. 

“Hey! Cheater!” he yells, laughing, chasing after you. 

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Once back in the pool area, now changed into your swimwear, Jisung immediately jumps in the deeper end without a second thought. You laugh at your crazy childish boyfriend, opting to walk over to the stairs on the other side of the pool to step in instead. 

The pool water is warm but not too warm. The lights on the bottom reflect onto Jisung’s bare chest and face as he swims closer to you, wrapping his arms around your waist. He smiles cheekily at you before dunking you under the water. He doesn’t hold you under though; he simply swims over into the deep end to avoid your inevitable wrath. 

“Han Jisung!” you cough, water running down your face and into your eyes and mouth. Once you take notice of his position, you begin chasing after him. You catch up to him eventually, dunking him under in return, holding him under for a second for extra emphasis. 

“Okay, okay! Truce! We’re even!” he shouts. 

Quickly, your giggles turn into soft gazes. Jisung suddenly grabs you and holds you in his arms like a bride. 

“What are you-”

“Just lay back. I want to hold you while you float.”

You obey his instructions, a slight blush to your cheeks at his boldness. You relax in his arms, leaning your head back into the water, eyes closed. He carries you around the pool, occasionally spinning you in slow circles, just watching you and enjoying holding you in his arms. 

All of a sudden, the calm surface of the pool is interrupted by large droplets of rain; expected in Florida, just not in this calm romantic moment. Rain drops fall onto your lifted face until Jisung lifts your head up and pulls you with him until the two of you are under the small roof covering that hangs just barely over the pool from the bar. The fountain streams combines with the heavy rain and the crashing of waves just yards away drown out all other sounds. 

Despite you being able to reach the bottom of the pool, Jisung turns your attention toward him as he wraps your legs around his waist and leans back against the pool wall. 

“We might as well just hang out in here while the rain pours. We would have to run back to the room with wet towels around us,” he refers to the two pool towels you had laid on a chair before you got in the pool that are now sopping wet. Staying in the pool was probably the best option. 

“Sounds good to me,” you reply, leaning your head on his shoulder, your face almost hidden in his neck. 

You wait for a while for the rain to die down, just enjoying each other’s company for the time being. Jisung hums a soft song as you run your hands through his wet hair. 

“Hey, I think the rain is letting up,” Jisung mentions after a long while of complete silence, “Should we make a run for it?” 

You lift your head up from his shoulder to check out the state of the rain. 

“Yeah, we better, otherwise we will be here all night.” 

Jisung walks over to the stairs, your body still wrapped around his. He releases you, stepping up the stairs and grabbing your wet towels before taking your hand and walking quickly in the direction of the stairs to your room, leaving a trail of wet sandy footprints. The rain falls on you causing laughs and light squeals to erupt from both of you. 

“Hey, (y/n), I bet I can beat you to our room this time,” he challenges, still not over his loss from your first race, “last one there has to buy the other a slice of key lime pie tomorrow.” You smile at him with a smug look, already making your way up the stairs. 

“You’re on.” 

You take off around the corner of the outdoor hallway that leads to your room, positive that you will beat your boyfriend; however, Jisung has other plans. He catches up to you and quickly throws you over his shoulder, preventing you from racing him. 

“Hey! That’s not fair! Put me down Han Jisung!” you exclaim, kicking your legs and lightly hitting his back. 

He walks swiftly to your room, ignoring your protests, and touches the door. He sets you down in front of him, smiling at the adorably grumpy look on your face. 

“I win, sweetheart,” he leans down and places a small kiss on your nose, “and that means you owe me some key lime pie.” 

You give him an unimpressed look, making him giggle. 

“Don’t worry, baby. I’ll share it with you.”