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4linos · 14 days ago

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whispers of the heart

bang chan x gn!reader, (+ slight han jisung x reader)

synopsis/request: caught between two people who matter most, one person must navigate a sea of jealousy, love, and confusion to find a way forward.

wc: 3178 (˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥)

It was late, and the practice room was dim save for the glimmer of exit signs and a few scattered lights that remained on. The group had ended their practice minutes before, yet the enthusiasm lingered in the air. The members were relaxing, cooling down, and talking casually. You were sitting on the floor with your legs crossed and your phone in your hands, attempting to catch up on messages from your friends. The low murmur of voices was almost comfortable, a sense of familiarity that you had come to like since starting your relationship with Chan.

But tonight… something felt off.

Jisung had been quieter than usual, his attention seemingly divided between the group and you. You hadn't noticed it at first, but now when you notice the way he looks at you, something makes your stomach tighten. It was a different lingering, softer than the typical fun taunting that characterized your friendship. Your glance briefly met his, and he quickly averted his sight, but not quickly enough for you to notice the flicker of something unreadable in his eyes. You grimaced slightly, pushing off the emotion, but your eyes couldn't help but return to him. Jisung had always been friendly to you, just as Chan was, and you had never doubted their friendship until now.

However, Chan hadn't missed a single thing. He had been watching you and Jisung from the corner of the room for the last half hour. And with each passing second, the gnawing feeling in his chest intensified. He'd seen how Jisung laughed at you when you made a joke, how his hand lingered on your shoulder as he passed by, and how he laughed at your every word as if you were the only one in the room. Chan had always trusted Jisung and knew that your bond was unbreakable but today it felt like everything was shifting.

He sensed something was wrong when Jisung made a comment about how cute you looked when you smiled, which was far too intimate for someone who was supposed to be a friend. Chan's fingers tightened into fists at his sides, and the talk around him faded into the background as his mind raced.

No. It couldn’t be. Not Jisung.

But the more he thought about it, the more sense it made. Lingering glances. Jisung constantly found a reason to be near you. You and Jisung talked to each other with the ease that Chan had always assumed was only reserved for him.

He had to know.

"Y/N," Chan said, his voice cutting through the noise like a sudden chill. You looked up, startled by the change in his tone. His eyes were hard and guarded, and he couldn't get rid of the knot in his stomach. "Yeah?" you asked, your voice rising with anxiety as you noticed his demeanor shift. "I need to talk to you," Chan began, his eyes narrowing in a way that made your stomach turn. He approached you without waiting for an answer, his posture tight, and the air between you two felt thicker he signaled for you to follow him to another room.

You stood up following behind quickly, your heart racing. "Is everything okay?" you said, fully aware that something was wrong. "Is it true?" Chan asked simply, his stare piercing yours. "Is what true?" You took a step back, the confusion rising in your chest. "That Jisung... he has a thing for you," Chan murmured, his words sounding forced through tight teeth. His voice, which had before been steady and comforting, now had an edge you hadn't heard before.

You blinked, stunned, as the weight of his words sank in. "Chan, what are you talking about?" you said, your heart sinking as the pieces of the puzzle began to click into place.

"I saw the way he was looking at you. The way he talks to you," Chan continued, each word heavier than the last. "You can’t deny it. There’s something between you two. I feel it. What is it, Y/N?"

Your mouth went dry. You could feel the panic rise in your chest as you tried to comprehend what he was saying. "Chan, you’ve got it all wrong. Jisung’s my friend. He’s always been my friend."

But Chan wasn’t listening. His eyes were burning now, the jealousy creeping into his voice. "Friend?" he scoffed, voice rising slightly. "Do you think I’m blind? You two are too close, Y/N. It’s been happening for weeks, and now it’s like he can’t even hide it anymore." His voice cracked on the last word, and you saw the pain etched into his features.

You felt a rush of guilt and confusion. What exactly was happening here? Why was this happening right now? "I'm not… I'm not doing anything wrong," you said, your voice shaking. "Chan, you have to believe me. Jisung is just a friend. He's always been just a friend.” Chan's expression faltered for a second before he let out a bitter laugh. "Can I trust you? Do you think it’s that simple? I've been watching him look at you like that, and you expect me to just pretend everything is normal?"

You stepped closer, desperate now. "I swear to you, Chan, there is nothing between me and Jisung. I love you. Just you." You reached for him, but he drew back just enough that your hand barely touched his arm. "I don't know," he said quietly, his voice cracking now. "I don't know if I can believe you anymore." The words hit you like a slap. "What?" you gasped, your heart breaking as the reality of the situation hit home. "Chan, you need to understand. It's just you.”

His eyes softened for a minute, but he quickly looked away, raking his hand over his face in annoyance. "I don't want to hear it right now," he said quietly to himself. "I need some space, Y/N." You had the sensation that the ground underneath you was giving way. "No… Chan, please." But he didn't look back at you. He simply continued walking toward the door, his steps heavy and his body tense with emotion. You stood there, frozen, as if your reality was gradually dissolving. Everything you thought you understood and trusted was slipping away. And you could not fix it. Not now. Not like this.

The door snapped shut behind him, leaving just the echo of your own heartbeat hammering in your chest. Alone. In that instant, you were left with only the crushing weight of uncertainty. And the dreadful, gnawing feeling that you might have lost him. The seconds stretched like hours, the silence stifling and thick in the aftermath of Chan's departure. You stood there, stuck in place, still attempting to grasp the weight of the encounter. The words hung in the air, filled with unspoken emotions and confusion.

I need space.

You couldn't get over the sight of Chan walking away from you. The expression in his eyes, which was a mix of pain and anger, lingered in your mind like a ghost. The door clicking shut was the final nail in the coffin, ruling off any chance of immediate reconciliation. You pondered chasing him, but something stopped you. Maybe it was the realization that the damage had already been done, or you understood that pressing him right now would not benefit either of you. You sank back onto the floor, your knees pulled up to your chest, the phone still in your hand. but it suddenly felt useless. The screen was a flurry of unread messages from your friends, who had no idea what was happening.

You’d never imagined this happening certainly not with Chan, and certainly not with Jisung. But here you were, caught in the middle of something that felt so fragile, so broken.

What had you missed?

Your thoughts drifted back to the moments with Jisung. His lingering glances. His subtle touches. Was it possible that you had been blind to it all? Could it be that his feelings for you had evolved into something more, and you hadn’t even noticed? No. You shook your head. You couldn’t have known. Jisung was always playful, always teasing. You never thought that it could mean something deeper. And now, facing the consequences of that assumption, you didn’t know where to begin to fix things.

Your phone buzzed in your hands, the screen lighting up with a new message. It was from Jisung.

Jisung: Y/N, I need to talk to you.

Jisung: You have a minute?

You looked at the message for a long time. Talk? You weren't sure whether you were prepared for another conversation like the one you just had with Chan. But Jisung's message caused you to hesitate. Maybe, just maybe, you'll get answers. But what if what he said made matters worse? What if he confirmed what Chan was scared of? Your thoughts went in circles. What was the right thing to do?

Before you could decide, you heard the door to the room creak open again. You tensed, half-expecting it to be Chan, maybe returning to apologize. But instead, it was Jisung, his eyes scanning the room before landing on you. He stood at the threshold, his posture stiff but not unwelcoming.

"Y/N," he started, his voice softer than you expected, as though he too didn’t know how to approach the situation. "Can we talk?"

Your heart sank. You opened your mouth to respond, but no words came out. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to hear him out, but you weren’t sure if you could.

Jisung took a step forward, his expression earnest, as though he was aware of the delicate nature of the moment. "I didn’t mean for this to happen. I swear. I never wanted to cause any tension between you and Chan." He paused, taking another step closer. "But I’ve been feeling… something for a while now. And I think you know that. I know it’s confusing, and I should’ve said something sooner. But I didn’t want to make things weird."

You swallowed and spoke with a shaky voice. "Is it true?" He froze, his eyes widening slightly in response to your question. "What do you mean?" "Do you... do you like me, Jisung?" You weren't sure you could handle the response, but the question needed to be asked. The uncertainty was oppressive, and you required clarity. You needed to grasp what, if anything, was going on between you two. Jisung's eyes softened and the tension in his body dissipated as he took a gentle breath. "I... I do. But I didn't mean for it to be this way. I'm not trying to get between you and Chan, Y/N. I just—" He stopped, then added with a sheepish smile "I'm just not good at hiding things."

Your stomach twisted, but you nodded slowly, processing his words. "And Chan?" you asked, your voice small and vulnerable. "I know it’s messed up," Jisung admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. "I never wanted to hurt him. He’s like a brother to me. But things have gotten complicated. I should’ve told him. I should’ve told you, too."

You felt a wave of conflicting emotions. Anger, hurt, confusion, and yet a strange understanding that perhaps none of this was entirely Jisung’s fault. It wasn’t just about him, it was about all three of you.

You opened your mouth to speak, but Jisung's phone buzzed, and he immediately glanced at it. His eyes flashed with something unreadable before he put it away. "I think I need to talk to Chan," he said quietly. "And I think you should, too. We have to work this out. All of us." You nodded and stood up slowly. The weight of the moment seemed heavy, yet something about Jisung's sincerity made you believe that there was still hope for understanding, for mending the torn threads of your relationships with both him and Chan.

"I'm scared, Jisung," you said gently, your voice shaking. "I don't want to lose either of you." "I don't want to lose you either, Y/N," Jisung whispered quietly, moving closer. "But I think we all have to face this. Together." You nodded, wiping away a tear that had fallen down your cheek. Maybe the truth may sting. But maybe that was the only way to fix what had been damaged. With that, Chan, Jisung, and you would have to confront the difficult conversation ahead. The path forward remained unclear, but for the first time that night, there was a glimmer of optimism that things could be fixed.

The tension in the room was palpable as you and Jisung exchanged a short glance, both of you knowing that whatever followed next would be a turning point in your lives. Your heart was still heavy, and Chan's words echoed in your mind.

“Do you think I'm blind?”

“I don't know if I can believe you anymore.”

You needed to fix this. You couldn't just let things fall apart until you completely understood what was going on. "I'll talk to Chan," you responded calmly, your voice solid despite the fluttering in your chest. "You should, too. You can't let this get worse between you two."

Jisung nodded, his face a mix of regret and determination. "Yeah. I will do that. I don't want things to get weird between us, Y/N. I didn't mean for it to go this far. You gave him a faint, timid smile. "Me neither." He paused for a bit before saying, "I’m sorry Y/N. I didn't want to make you uncomfortable by putting you in the middle of this. I didn't know what else to do." "I understand," you said softly. "I just need to talk to Chan." "I can't lose him."

Jisung’s eyes softened as he met your gaze. "You won’t lose him. But you’ll need to be honest with him. And with yourself. Just… try to make him see the truth."

You nodded, knowing he was right. Whatever was happening between you and Jisung, it had to be addressed. But Chan was the one who mattered most. You needed to make him understand. You walked to the door, heart pounding with each step. The hallway was quiet, eerily so, and the air felt thick with anticipation. You found Chan just outside the practice room, standing with his back to you, his posture tense as if he were still wrestling with his thoughts.

You stood there for a time, unsure what to say. But you couldn't stay silent any longer. You needed to be really honest with him. "Chan," you said gently, your voice shaking as you moved closer. He turned, his face still etched with frustration and hurt, and his eyes narrowed as he noticed you. "Y/N," he responded coldly, almost as an accusation. He tried to keep it together, but you could see cracks in his resolve. "Please, just listen," you urged. "I understand this seems horrible, but please understand. I love you, Chan. Only you. It’s always been you."

Chan's jaw tightened, but he didn’t speak right away. You could see him weighing your words, the pain in his eyes conflicting with his feelings of betrayal. "Then why… why does it feel like you’re slipping away from me? Like you’re closer to him than you are to me?" The question hit you like a blow to the chest.

How could you explain this?

"I never wanted to make you feel that way," you said, your voice breaking slightly. "Jisung is my friend, Chan. He’s always been my friend. What you saw… it wasn’t what you think."

Chan’s gaze hardened. "But it wasn’t just tonight, Y/N. It’s been weeks. I’ve seen the way he looks at you. The way you laugh when he talks to you. It’s different. You’re different when you’re around him." His voice cracked, and it was clear that whatever strength he had left was rapidly crumbling. "I don’t know if I can compete with that. I don’t know if I can trust you anymore."

You took a step forward, your heart in your throat. "I’m not asking you to compete with Jisung. I’m asking you to trust me. Trust us. There’s nothing more between Jisung and me. But I can see how it might look like that from your side. I didn’t know how to handle it, Chan. I didn’t know how to talk to you about it because I didn’t want to hurt you."

Chan ran a hand through his hair, frustration laced with pain. "And now it’s too late. You didn’t think I’d notice? I’ve been with you through everything, Y/N. I thought I knew you. But now it feels like I don’t know anything anymore."

Tears welled up in your eyes. "Please don’t say that. Please. I never wanted you to feel like you weren’t enough. You are enough. You’re everything to me."

He swallowed hard, eyes avoiding yours for a moment as the silence between you grew unbearable. Finally, he spoke, his voice quieter now, raw. "I don’t know what to do. I don’t know what to believe."

You could see the cracks in his armor now, his vulnerability beneath all the rage and pain. He was as terrified as you were. "I don't know what to do either," you said quietly, taking another step closer and softly grabbing for his hand. He hesitated for a while before allowing you to take it, his fingers quivering in your grip. "Chan," you murmured softly, "I want you to believe me when I say I love you. And I am not going anywhere." For a long time, neither of you spoke. You could feel the weight of the situation hanging between you, but the contact of his hand offered you a small glimmer of hope. Maybe it was not too late. Maybe it wasn't the end.

"I need some time," Chan finally said, his voice heavy but more gentle now. "To think. To figure it out. But I do not want to lose you, Y/N. I'm not sure if I can handle this." You nodded, feeling tears fall down your cheeks despite your best efforts to keep them at away. "I understand," you replied softly. "Take as much time as you need. But please know that I'm here. I am not going anywhere." He nodded and squeezed your hand gently before drawing away. “I will be around. When you're ready, we can talk more…about everything."

With a heavy heart, you watched as he walked away, disappearing down the hall. The air felt lighter, but only just. You weren’t sure where things stood with Chan or with Jisung, but at least you had started the conversation. And maybe, just maybe, that was enough to begin mending the fractures in your relationship.

You took a deep breath and wiped away your tears, knowing that the road ahead wouldn’t be easy. But for the first time that night, there was a glimmer of hope.

Now you just had to figure out how to rebuild everything, starting with the two people who meant the most to you.

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