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Pairing: Jisung x Minho (Minsung) Word Count: 2.7k Genre: Angst, unrequited love Warnings: Hanahaki disease, descriptions of coughing / throwing up (obviously), descriptions of blood, descriptions of organ damage, like one curse word, unhappy ending

Summary: The one time that Minho thought Jisung was joking about his feelings, but the bloody flowers in the trash can told a different story. Sometimes silence is more painful than rejection, and sometimes you have to give up on your dreams - even if you disappear in the end anyways. A/n: Writing in third person after writing so much second person stuff has me fucked up y'all. Sorry if the wording is awkward or it feels like names are overly repeated. I'm rusty with non reader inserts. This has not been proofread, please send corrections to my ask. As always, if you enjoyed my work please consider reblogging because likes do not help visibility, nor do they give me any kind of feedback about my writing. Content creators thrive on feedback, please feed us, we're hungry. ost: Colors - Halsey

----- everything is blue - his pills, his hands, his jeans and now I'm covered in the colors, pulled apart at the seams -----

If you looked up the definition of 'hopelessly whipped', it would simply be a picture of Han Jisung staring lovingly up at Lee Minho in the practice room like he was doing right now. The clumsy quokka had fallen down for the fourth time today, his head too focused on holding back the coughing fits to concentrate on his dancing and inevitably tripping over himself. Minho stood above him with a stern look, holding out a hand to help him off the ground but Jisung just stared at him for a moment, admiring all the colors in his eyes from the lights reflecting off of them.

"It's rude to stare." Minho's voice had an air of playfulness to it, cracking a smile as he pulled Jisung back up to his feet. "What's gotten into you today?"

"Nothing, just a little distracted." Jisung replied, shaking his head and fixing his hair. The burning in his chest started to subside as he drank in this moment, fearful that it would all be over if he let the truth slip out unintentionally. For now, he would just swallow the petals back down and pretend that everything was fine as he became more lost in his bandmate's unwavering gaze. It wasn't often that they got to practice alone like this, but it was at Minho's request after the disaster of the last group practice. "I'm sorry, can you show me one more time, hyung?" Clearing his throat brought up the familiar ticklish feeling of the silky smooth petals, quickly washing it down with water before gesturing to Minho.

Minho simply nodded, stepping in front of the mirror as he quietly counted himself off. Jisung could only watch in awe, charisma dripping from every pore of Minho's body as he moved. It was truly a sight to see, such precise and fluid movements that appeared to be of little effort to him. Sometimes Jisung would ask him to repeat moves just to soak in how flawlessly he executed them, causing more love to blossom through his chest and fill his lungs, slowly killing him in the process. He shouldn't keep torturing himself like this, but he couldn't stop his feelings from exploding like an over-saturated sunrise, spilling up and over every part of him.

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Minho had gotten home late from a photoshoot, his outfit still in perfect shape as he hadn't had a chance to change yet. Upon walking in the door, he heard Jisung's frantic coughing spell and remained in the hallway, waiting to make sure his bandmate was going to be alright. Once the coughing had subsided and he heard a bit of shuffling in the room, Minho decided to wait on the couch to see if Jisung would come out, and surely enough he did.

"Are you sure you're feeling alright? That cough didn't sound good." Minho's voice was low, barely audible in Jisung's ear as he joined Minho on the couch. He was afraid of someone hearing his coughing fit, it had gotten worse overnight it seemed. The petals would force themselves up at all hours of the night, interrupting his sleep and forcing him to hide bags of bloody flower fragments around his bedroom. He shouldn't be up at this hour, but the burning and tearing in his chest was too unbearable for him to get comfortable.

"I think I'm coming down with a cold or something. I'm too uncomfortable to sleep." Jisung responded, his voice starting to become hoarse from the intense coughing and gagging over the last few weeks. It all started when he finally admitted to himself that he was absolutely, unequivocally in love with Minho, the realization coming after a series of vivid dreams. How he wished he didn't dream at all, then he could continue to live in blissful ignorance of his own feelings.

"Come here." Minho said quietly, shifting his position and opening his arms, gesturing for Jisung to lie on his chest. Suddenly the flower petals calmed themselves, settling back in his lungs for the time being as he placed his head on Minho. "I could knock you out with one of the cast iron pans."

"Joke's on you, baby, I'm into that." Both boys burst into laughter, trying to stifle the sounds in order to not disturb anyone. Jisung allowed himself to get comfortable, enjoying the comforting feel of the satin shirt Minho was still wearing and the muted cologne that surrounded him.

Minho may come off as cold to some, rough around the edges and quite mean when he wanted to be. But Jisung could see past the tsundere masterpiece before him, the love that Minho had buried deep within him always covering Jisung like a fresh coat of paint on a perfectly primed canvas. Red, he always thought. Minho was a striking red. Bright and vibrant, passionate and intimidating, but wholly misunderstood. But on nights like these, he was a comforting blue - calm and safe like the gentle waves of the ocean when the wind stilled. Jisung began to feel the exhaustion washing over him, his eyes fluttering shut as he relaxed and began to drift off. Minho wrapped his arms securely around Jisung, feeling his breathing slow as he fell asleep.

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"I think... I'm in love with you. Like, really in love with you." The truth fell from Jisung's lips before he could stop it, holding his hands up as if he could catch the words as they spilled. The silence of the studio made it all the more nerve-wracking, white noise completely eliminated by the soundproofing, leaving only the weight of the confession hanging in the air.

"Ah, you want me to buy you lunch or something? You only joke about loving me when you want to use my credit card." Minho joked, shaking his head as he chuckled.

"I'm serious. You're the most amazing person I've ever met, everything you do makes me fall more in love with-" Jisung's words were cut off by a seemingly forced laugh from Minho, his heart beginning to sink as he realized where this was going.

"Okay, okay, joke's over. I'll buy you whatever you want." There was a tinge of nervousness in Minho's voice, his laugh becoming more forced as his bandmate failed to join in the laughter.

"Hyung, I'm not joking." Jisung's eyes were shining with tears, the pain in his chest quickly increasing as he swallowed back the petals. He could feel them in his throat, working their way up as he watched Minho's face turn from amusement to a blank stare. The silence was so painful, and those flowers were creeping up again with more force, his lungs burning worse than they ever have before. It was getting worse, it was getting so much worse.

"Hannie, it's not funny anymore. Seriously, it was a good joke but-"

"I'm not-!" Jisung was caught off guard by the first cough, quickly reaching for the trash can next to the desk because he knew exactly where this was going. It was just too painful to hold it back anymore. "Fuck-" He hissed under his breath, the pain peaking as he choked wildly for a few moments before gagging up a perfectly intact rose and spitting it into the trash. The deep blue petals were coated in a mixture of blood and mucus, giving a slimy appearance to a normally beautiful object. He had never coughed up an entire flower before, it was significantly more painful than the petals and caused a few drops of blood to drip from the corner of his mouth.

"Jisung?" Minho's voice was filled with concern but his expression remained blank and unreadable, though his eyes were growing wider with each passing second. Jisung let out a defeated chuckle, the eerie sound filling the studio, though it was hopeless and hollow.

"You see? My body keeps trying to give you flowers..." A melancholy smile tugged at his trembling lips, knowing there was nothing more he could do to convince his tsundere bandmate. Instead, he tilted the trash can filled with dried petals and now a whole flower blossom so that Minho could get a better look at it. "It just hasn't figured out a less painful way do it yet." He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his lip still quivering as he refused to look Minho in the eyes. Another sudden cough sent blue petals flying into the air, scattering across the desk and leaving small droplets of contrasting crimson in their wake. Surely the sharp leaves and thorns had scratched his throat up and would continue to cause damage as the disease progressed.

"I have to go. I forgot that I had a meeting with my manager." With those words, Minho quickly gathered his belongings and slammed the door behind him, disappearing down the hallway. Jisung sat at the desk for a moment, waiting for the coughing fit to calm itself, but two more rose blossoms fought their way out of him before he could take a deep breath. His lungs felt like they were filled with thorns, ripping and tearing at the surrounding tissue as he struggled to regulate his breathing.

With the click of a button, the studio was filled once again with Minho's voice, his vocal track playing while Jisung fished for a piece of paper and a working pen. He knew this would be the last time he set foot in the studio, tears streaking down his rounded cheeks as he scribbled a note with file names and passwords for Chan.

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Jisung tried to make himself scarce around the dorm after the incident, often refusing food or companionship in favor of sleeping for hours on end. The trash bags full of roses were piling up now that he refused to leave his bedroom, the metallic taste of blood becoming permanent on his tongue from the near constant stream of flowers and thorns.

Nonetheless, he found himself in the kitchen, having wandered there aimlessly when his original purpose was to take a shower. The smell of food being prepared had enticed him as his stomach growled, begging him to eat something - anything. All of his energy was going to the rose bush that was slowly ripping his lungs apart

"Where did these roses come from?" Chan asked, pointing to the vase on the counter that held eight beautiful, bright red roses. Jisung looked up from his staring contest with the floor to briefly peek at the flowers, his heart fluttering just a bit with the idea that maybe they could be for him. Absolutely unlikely, but the hope kept him from fleeing the room or making any kind of scene.

"Ah, my mother sent them, they came out of her garden. There's eight, one for each of us." Minho's voice was stale and flat, not bothering to look up from the vegetables he was cutting up on the opposite side of the kitchen. The sound of his knife hitting the cutting board caused Jisung to wince, his eyes falling from the flowers to Minho's careful hands. He was torturing himself again but he couldn't bring himself to look away.

"Oh, Jisung-hyung has blue roses, I think. I've seen the petals around the house." Jeongin looked up from his game to join the conversation. "Maybe you can try to breed them and make purple roses! Or wait... is that only in Animal Crossing?" He seemed a bit confused now, his attention back on his phone as he looked up the answer to his question when the tension in the room became too heavy. Jisung realized he hadn't been hiding his condition well, especially now that his eyes were beginning to sink in from lack of eating. The bags under his eyes were obvious, a result of his frequent naps being interrupted by both nightmares and beautiful dreams. It just added to his stress knowing that people had found the petals, despite his best efforts to hide and dispose of them.

Minho looked up from his task, meeting Jisung's gaze only for a moment before furrowing his brow and turning away. Jisung bowed his head once more, defeated and broken beyond what anyone in the room could possibly comprehend right now. As Minho spoke, it only added to the fire burning in Jisung's lungs, the thorns poking and prodding at his insides.

"Purple just isn't for me, it's not my color." The words came out staccato, stern, cutting the air like a sharp blade and causing everyone to tense up. Tears welling in his eyes and flowers threatening to force themselves up without much warning, Jisung turned and quickly made his way back to his bedroom. He was never coming out again while the others were awake, it was too much for him to handle. He didn't want to waste away in his bed like this, but what was he supposed to do? He needed a way out, it was the only option. But music was his life, his passion... he couldn't just leave it behind.

Attempting to distract from Jisung's sudden and slightly suspicious exit, Chan grabbed one of the roses out of the vase and looked it over. He gave a small frown, studying the smaller flower that didn't seem to be in great shape. "I think this one may have gotten damaged on the way here. It's a bit wilted and discolored... a shame, really."

"Take it out, then." Minho replied with a scowl. "It'll ruin the other ones if you don't."

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It was difficult for Jisung to hold back the coughing fits as he sat quietly in the car. He had arranged a meeting with the company's management team, unbeknownst to his bandmates that thought he was simply going to the studio or out for a meal. This wasn't a decision he had made lightly, his heart sinking into his stomach as he entered the large building.

The lights were bright, nearly blinding as he weakly made his way down a few hallways until he reached the elevator. He pressed the button for the correct floor before tucking himself into the corner, pulling his jacket closer to his body as if he were trying to hide in it. Countless times he had joked and played with Minho in this same elevator, the laughter haunting him as he stood here alone, the weight of his decision sitting heavy on his shoulders. Pulling out his phone, he scrolled through his contacts, selecting all of his bandmates and blocking their numbers. He wouldn't be returning to the dorm after this meeting, he couldn't bear to say goodbye. It was easier to just disappear.

Staring at the executives as he stepped into the eerily silent meeting room, Jisung knew he had no choice at this point. He would continue to deteriorate, coughing up bouquets worth of bloody blue roses until one day his lungs gave out or his throat collapsed in on itself from the damage. He had to get out, he had to get away. The longer he was around Minho, the more reluctant he was to have the flowers - and thus his ability to love - surgically removed. It was painful to look at him but it was so much more agonizing to imagine a world where he wasn't hopelessly in love with the temperamental tsundere. Sometimes the pain was worth it for the few moments of pleasure, but if he was going to waste away like this, he wasn't going to do it publicly. Even if he chose to have the surgery, he wasn't sure he could go through with it. Jisung wanted his last memories of Minho to be how much he loved him, how bright the world seemed when he was around.

The men in the room gave a questioning look at the silence, causing Jisung to let out a heavy sigh before he spoke, his voice shaky and hoarse.

"I'd like to void my contract."

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Official Statement from JYP Entertainment -

After many negotiations, we have come to an agreement regarding Han Jisung's request to void his contract with JYP Entertainment due to ongoing health issues. Jisung will terminate all activity with Stray Kids and 3RACHA, effectively immediately. We are working diligently to make arrangements for the upcoming activities and will give a statement when more information is available.

We at JYP Entertainment wish Jisung the best in terms of his health and ask that you respect his privacy at this time.

----- everything is grey - his hair, his smoke, his dreams and now he's so devoid of color, he don't know what it means -----

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A MODERN LOVE STORY.

this is smut, do not interact if under 18

when your tinder date who was supposed to be just a hook up becomes your boyfriend within a week.

pairing: han jisung x f!reader genre/tags: pwp, smut, fluff, jisung is such a gentleman, fingering, oral (m receiving), piv, unprotected sex (wrap before u tap), major size kink, slight daddy kink (not surprised), jisung has huge dick, jisung cums on readers face, i think that's it Imk if i missed any o_0 words: 4.5k

**old repost from my deleted blog

Dating apps were never really your thing, you’ve always been an “old fashioned” kind of girl. You’ve secretly dreamt of meeting your lover in a grocery store or bumping into them at a library where you instantly fall in love. Unfortunately, you can’t be delusional forever, your Prince Charming isn’t going to just come knocking for you at your doorstep. Unless…you find someone who can come to your doorstep but through an app, Tinder. You decided to give it a try and see what all the hype was about after your best friend Ryujin raved about all the hot guys she was meeting— and banging.

You often found yourself quite jealous of all the good sex she was getting, she could have anything she wanted all at her fingertips. You were always horny and looking for the next toy to play with but you decided maybe it wasn’t such a bad idea to try and find a cute guy to hook up with and relieve some quick stress. You may be old fashioned but you weren’t too uptight to have a hook up once in a while.

You downloaded Tinder for once in your lifetime and wrote in all your info, chose your best photos, and made a silly little bio. Your bio was just ‘looking for a fun time, need someone who can break my back, not my heart’ you know it super lame but most guys like corny shit like that anyway. You swiped for ages and ages, barely giving anyone a right swipe because you were way too picky. They had to be top tier in the visual department even if they were just a one night stand, you’ll always have standards. You were getting tired of swiping and just about to call it a night up until you swiped on the next profile. His name was Han and he only lived 2.5 miles from you.

As you were scrolling through his profile, you couldn’t stop thinking how hot he was, his hair was blonde, and he always wore the same cross necklace in his all photos. You read his profile some more and saw that he has a dog named Bbama and you smiled at how adorable his dog was. You instantly swiped right after seeing the dog pics and you couldn’t believe you matched with him already. Your heart kind of skipped a beat for a second and you closed the app immediately. You didn’t think he’d be so quick to match with you and you wanted to message him but your pride got in the way. You figured he’s way too fine to even message you back, he probably gets floods of messages from girls asking. You decide to play it cool and not say anything, instead you took a screenshot of his profile and sent it to Ryujin.

She texts you back a couple minutes later and says she thinks he’s really hot, you’re glad she approves but you’re not surprised that she wouldn’t. You go through his profile again and see that he has his Instagram linked to his Tinder, you go to his Instagram account and continue your stalking spree. You see a bunch of pics of his dog, food, and mostly outdoorsy stuff. You didn’t figure him to be the wilderness type of guy but he was, he’s been hiking all over different mountains and has photos of him at the very top. You were in awe of how fearless this man was, you were swayed already by how he presented himself.

Your phone buzzes with a new notification.

‘Han sent you a message’ Tinder alerts you of 2 new notifications from him. You open the messages immediately, a huge grin plastered on your face as you read what he said to you.

‘Hi y/n’

‘What’s your favorite food?’

‘I’m taking notes on where I need to take you on our first date’

That was very smooth but also straightforward, you liked him already.

‘Pho, I could eat it everyday’

‘You’re already planning our date? lol’

You sent the messages and texted Ryujin straight away, telling her how much of a success this was already going. She tells you how much she was right all along and how you’ve been missing out this whole time, you just giggle at her shenanigans.

You get another notification from Tinder and it’s from your favorite new guy already.

‘Yes, how could I not? You’re a 10/10’

You smile to yourself when reading at that comment, you never really saw yourself as a perfect 10 but if someone this highly attractive sees you that way then you must be a smokeshow. Han sends you another message,

‘I can pick you up tmrw at 5? Dinner is on me babe so no need to bring a wallet ;)’

You bit your lip at that last sentence, who would’ve known someone this sexy could be your sugar daddy AND fuck buddy? Ok well maybe the sugar daddy part was just a joke. It definitely turned you on knowing that he’s willing to spend his money on you without you feeling guilt about it though.

‘See you at 5 <3’ you reply to him.

The very next day you’re in the car going to your date with Han. The moment you laid eyes on him there was a lustful nature that came out of you. You didn’t even think it could be possible but he looked even better in person, the pictures didn’t do him justice whatsoever. His jawline was insane, it was sharp and looked absolutely perfect from his side profile. His hair was a little messy but in a really cute way, he had a small silver stud in his ear and wore his cross necklace like the one in his photos. You couldn’t believe it was really him in your driveway, he had to be the most beautiful you’ve ever seen. He wore a plain black T-shirt with baggy jeans and converse, he looked effortlessly cool. He was driving with one hand on the wheel and the other was playing with his radio. He was trying to get the Aux cord to work properly but it just wasn’t cooperating with him, he decides to just leave it alone.

“So uh.. anyway is this your first Tinder date?” He asks trying to break the awkward silence.

“Yeah, actually it is,” you tell him “I’m not the hugest fan of dating apps but I decided why not give it a shot.” You say as your shrug your shoulders.

“Ah I see, well you met me so that’s a good sign so far right?” He asks with a goofy grin on his face, you couldn’t help but giggle at his quirkiness.

You talk for a bit more in the car and get to know each other, as you’re getting nearer to the destination he comes to a stop into a parking lot. He gets out of the car first and opens the door for you on your side.

“M’lady,” Han says in a funny voice, taking your hand in his as you get out the car. You’re loving his silly and fun energy so far, it’s definitely bringing your mood up as you had no expectations for how this would go.

The date ended up going extremely well, you both couldn’t stop laughing and cracking jokes together. Everything felt super lighthearted and easygoing with Han, you felt like you could say just about anything with him, feeling like you’ve known him for much longer than a couple of hours. He bought so much expensive meat for the both of you at the restaurant and the pho was fantastic. You’ve never been to this particular restaurant before as it was a bit too out of your price range, you were surprised when he told you he ate here frequently. You wanted to ask him what he does for a living but you don’t want to seem rude. You ate as much as you could and he definitely ate way more than you, lightly making fun at the way you eat. You do eat pretty slow so you aren’t shocked by the way he’s noticing that already.

You like the way Han eats because he stores food in his cheeks like a squirrel, usually that action would give you the ick but with him you find it quite endearing. Once you both finish eating at the restaurant he takes you to a pier where there’s pretty lights near the water. It was a nice day to go out on a walk so he grabbed your hand and led the way down the path. You guys talked so much for hours about any and everything, you talked for so long that you ended up watching the sunset together, then looked at the stars. When you looked down and noticed that you’ve been holding hands with him this whole time, but you didn’t want to point it out to Han incase he’d let go.

You’ve spent a total of only 5 hours with this man but you really do feel as though you’ve known him your whole life. He was so fun to talk to, handsome, and literally the sweetest person ever, it made you question how someone this perfect could even be single. You really couldn’t wait any longer for him to end up in your bed tonight and that’s exactly what you planned to happen. As the night progresses you ask him if he wants to come back to your place for the night. He looks surprised yet obliges and drives back to your apartment. It was pretty late at night and you only had your tiny lamp in the kitchen on, so you couldn’t see much of where you were going. You turn around to face Han who’s been staring you up and down this whole time.

You didn’t even have much time to take off your jacket before Han’s lips were all over yours. His hands roamed all over your body and yours were now tangled in his messy blonde hair. He startles you for a second when he picks you up and lifts you onto the marble kitchen countertop, not breaking the kiss once. He bites down on your lower lip slightly, making you gasp so he can easily slip his tongue in you. His movements were gentle and he kisses you so passionately, one of his hands comes up behind your neck and the other is stroking the apex of your thigh. As you both pull away from kissing, he stops to stare at you for the longest second.

“You are so beautiful y/n,” he says, stroking your hair and tucking some behind your ear, then he kisses your ear and licks it. He continues peppering a few more kisses downwards and to your neck, beginning to suck lightly, causing you to let out a quiet moan. He leaves a couple small hickies around your neck and kisses your lips once again. You tug at his T-shirt and motion for him to take it off, he does as he’s told and removes it from his body. You get a faint look at his chest since it’s a such little bit of light in the kitchen, from what you can see however, he looks perfect. When he comes closer, you can feel his rock solid abs, you know he works out but you weren’t expecting him to be this fit.

You go back to making out for awhile and his hands are now laid on your chest. He cups both of your boobs in his hands and kneads them through your thin shirt, he realizes this isn’t enough for him so he slides his hands underneath your shirt. He ran his fingers against your nipples and starts to pinch them lightly, making you moan directly into his mouth. He groans when you bring your hand lower to his pelvis, trying to locate his belt so you can tell him to take it off. You finally reach something you presume to be leather and you grab it, bringing his body closer to you in the process.

“You want me to take this off huh?” Han asks, pointing to his belt but all you see is his erect dick print through his jeans.

You nod your head profusely, “yes pleasee, right now!”

He grins at you while slowly taking off his belt, throwing it down on the floor and now he’s stroking his cock through his pants. You hear him groan a little bit as you can see him palming himself, wanting to take him in your mouth so bad.

“Let me give you head,” you say almost desperately, you didn’t mean for it to sound so needy but you really wanted— no needed his cock.

“Okay,” he says smiling back at you, “sounds great to me.”

You get up from the kitchen counter and now position yourself on the floor, on your knees. You never pictured yourself to be the one sucking a random guy off Tinder’s dick but hey, things just so happen to turn out that way. You unzip Han’s pants and gently pull them down, he was wearing pink supreme boxers and you expected nothing less from him. You pull down his boxers too and his erect cock springs up out of them like a slinky. Eyes growing wide in awe as you couldn’t wait for his giant, thick cock to go into your mouth. You start to stroke his length and realize that one hand won’t be enough to do the job, you have to use two to get a good firm grasp around it and even then it’s still a few inches off.

You contemplate how you’re even going to fit all of him into your mouth but you think of the consequences later. You continue pumping his cock with your hands and he moans lowly under his breath. You lick the tip of his cock and he winces a little, that must be his sensitive spot. You suck on the tip and guide your mouth to slowly take in more of his cock, keeping a suction-tight grip on him as you keep lowering your head. You get to a point where you start to physically choke and gag on his cock, your saliva was getting everywhere now, all over your chin, your chest, his cock, and some even spilled on the floor. You know you have to be a good girl and take all of him but you never had someone this big before.

“You have such a nice dick,” you blurt out while taking a break, wanting to please him more than anything.

“Thank you baby,” Han smiles down at you while you bring his cock back into your mouth, this time breathing through your nose you have a better chance at taking him all. You were successful and managed to get most of it inside your mouth, maybe just a couple centimeters off. You kept at it, sucking his cock like your life literally depended on it, shooting your head back and forth making you feel dizzy.

“Mmm yeah… that’s it baby… just like that-” Han moans out for you with his eyes closed shut and head thrown back, you’re making him feel so good right now.

“I think I’m gonna cum y/n…”

You continue what you’ve been doing for the past 15 minutes or so, sucking his cock at an even faster rate. You look up at him and give him a sultry look with your eyes, you need to feel his cum all over you.

“Please cum on my face daddy,” you tell him, you used to let your ex cum on your face all the time and you were craving for that kind of thing at the moment. You keep deepthroating him and making gagging noises in the process, wanting him to know just how hard you’re working for his cum. He lets out a long moan and keeps saying he’s about to cum, you tap his dick on your tongue so you can get a taste of his load shooting out and then… you suddenly go blind. Han’s load comes out so fast that it got everywhere, causing some of it to get into your eye. You couldn’t see for a bit and rubbed your eye, feeling a thick, sticky substance on your left cheek. Han’s cum was now painted all over your face, some even got on your shoulder and landed on the floor. You smiled at how much cum you caused to come out his dick, feeling awfully proud of yourself.

You get up from your knees and start kissing again, he brings you back to the counter you were originally sitting on and he toys with the waistband of your skirt. He pulls your skirt down and begins rubbing your pussy through your underwear, dragging his fingers along your slit and teasing you. You whimper as you buck your hips up, wanting to feel his fingers on your clit. He finally moves your panties to the side and starts rubbing his middle finger against your swollen clit.

“Damn, you’re wet as fuck…” he says, looking at your glistening, wet pussy. He circles your clit and spits on it, mixing your juices with his saliva. He then dips his finger inside your hole, you let out a moan as he starts pushing his finger in and out. The sound of his fingers going in your wet pussy sound so dirty yet so blissful. He kisses you as he keeps fingering you, spreading you open with another finger. You’re such a moaning mess and it’s all thanks to Han’s wonderful fingers. You were arching your back at the sensation you were feeling, his thumb is now rubbing your clit while two of his fingers are still inside. You wanted his cock so badly, but you were going to have to ask nicely for it.

“I need you…” you whine to Han, you don’t know why you were too shy to say what you needed the most though.

“Need what baby?” He asks with his fingers still deep inside your sopping cunt, you were aching for something bigger and it’s making you go crazy.

“Your cock… need your cock, please!” You practically beg at this point for it. Han’s smile grew wider as he saw how needy you were already acting for him.

“As you wish pretty girl,” he says, taking his fingers out and licking the juices off of them one by one. He takes his cock in his hand and rubs it along your folds, he feels how soaking wet you are and it’s already enough to make him want to burst. He doesn’t think he’s a fast cummer (is that a word?) but for you, he’d nut instantly. He slides his thick, long cock into your little pussy, making you audibly gasp in pain and pleasure.

The size of him is enough to make you want to never be able to walk again, but you think once he’s done with you he’ll be leaving you permanently bed ridden.

“Just relax baby, you can take it all trust me..” Han assures you as he continues to slide his length inside, your wetness mixed with the sounds of his dick makes for the perfect porn audio. Your legs were spreading wide open and rested on his shoulders, he was taking nice and slow strokes at first. He wants you to become more adjusted to his size, he’s finally able to get all of himself in. You look down at your stomach to see a giant bulge, his cock was so big that he practically took up half of your torso.

“Ready baby?” Han whispers in your ear, asking for the okay to start thrusting deeper into you. You nod as you were finally getting used to him, he goes a little faster and starts to build a steady pace. His cock is hitting the back of your walls nicely and you feel every inch of him inside you. The cross necklace he was still wearing dangled over you, which was pretty ironic for the sinful act you two were committing at the moment. Wrapping your arms around his neck as he moves deeper into you, stretching you out like the little whore you are. You feel yourself growing wetter with each thrust and he’s grabbing your waist tightly with both hands.

“Your pussy feels so fucking good… my god..” Han says moaning, his eyes are closed again as he keeps fucking your tight pussy. You took his cock so well, you were so proud of yourself.

“Your cock feels amazing daddy,” you whimper out to him as you continue moaning his name, feeling like you’re about to cum already. Han’s breath becomes more irregular and his strokes are getting messier, you can tell he’s reaching his climax as well.

“Let’s cum together.” Han coaxes, holding your hand while fucking into you, his cock fits all the way inside without hurting you now and all you feel is immense pleasure. You nod your head in agreement with him and focus on reaching your high. A wave of ecstasy washes over you as Han hits a certain spot in you, his dick is so big that it can reach little places you never felt before, it’s an incredible feeling. Your head swings back as you feel your orgasm approaching, you let out a few curse words and catch your breath. Han feels his release coming too and quickly pulls out, he pumps his cock for a little bit with his right hand and watches his load shoot out onto your stomach. He lets out an erotic groan as he finishes off his last bit of cum and strokes his cock a little more.

“Fuck that was the best sex I’ve ever had..” Han says while panting, grabbing your face to pull into you a breathless kiss.

“Yeah, that was definitely amazing,” you respond after pulling away, smiling at his first impressions of you.

It was now midnight and you were both exhausted, you two were too fucked out to do anything else and Han was way too tired to head home that night. You didn’t mind Han staying over at your place, to be honest, it felt pretty normal. As you both got into bed he gave you tons of forehead kisses and cradled you to sleep, his embrace felt safe and protecting. You never wanted to leave his presence and neither did he.

It was the early hours of the morning and the sun is beaming on your face through the sheer white curtains. You wake up to a familiar smell coming from your kitchen, it was the smell of eggs and pancakes cooking. You put on some clothes quickly to head to your kitchen, you see Han in nothing but his underwear cooking you breakfast. You looked at the clock and saw that it was only 7:04 am, how is he already awake at this time of the morning? You make your way on over to him and give him a chaste kiss, telling him good morning. He finishes up cooking and grabs some plates for the both of you. You couldn’t believe your eyes right now, your Tinder date that you just hooked up with last night is now cooking you breakfast. You want to feel like you’re living in a dream but the more you keep blinking the more real this situation feels.

“Ready to eat babe?” Han asks, handing you a plate full of food. You nod, still trying to process everything that’s going on but you don’t want to keep questioning it. You sit at the table with Han and eat your food. You both talk as though everything is normal, still making little jokes with each other like yesterday’s date. The food he made was pretty good and you were wondering what other hidden skills he may have been hiding. You’re now questioning what could be wrong with him since he’s so perfect, why hasn’t someone like him not been snatched up yet? As you finish eating you head back upstairs, Han follows you.

“What’re you doing?” You ask him, turning around to face him in confusion.

“Im just following where you’re going,” he admits sheepishly.

“But why?” You genuinely want to know why he’s considered still being here and isn’t fleeing after finally getting what he wanted.

“I want to stay here for a while,” he says while looking away at something else, he was a bit shy to ask if he could stay over for another day.

“For how long?” You ask, wondering if he’s serious about his infatuation with you.

“I- I don’t know, can I just stay for one more night? Please y/n?” He holds your hand, gently caressing and rubbing it.

You feel conflicted, on one hand you want someone you can feel connected to on a deeper level but the other hand is making you want to keep this relationship as no strings attached. You sigh as you see the glint in his eyes, his eyes were all it took for you to give into him.

“Okay” you say, he smiles as he hears your swift response. He presses a soft kiss against your lips and lets you lead the way back to your room.

Four days have passed and Han is still staying in your apartment with you. You decided you didn’t actually hate his company and that it was just the fear of commitment that made you reluctant. Han was different though, he brought a side out of you that no one else has. He brings you flowers, makes you laugh until your stomach hurts, listens to your problems/needs/wants/desires, shuts up when he’s supposed to, and does anything you say at the drop of a hat.

He’s the perfect guy for you and you met him on something you wouldn’t have tried if it wasn’t for your best friend. You’re still in shock by how you and Han are basically in a relationship now, I mean who stays at someone’s house for almost a week if they weren’t falling in love? You should be happy yet you’re nervous, you’re nervous about telling Ryujin, what if she thinks you’re moving too fast? You didn’t tell anyone about this “relationship” yet since you’ve never rushed into things this quickly with someone.

Han was a great person and you knew that with every fiber of your being, you just didn’t know if others would see that through just a few days of talking. You know you’re going to have to do it at some point since you’re actually thinking about getting serious with him. Han has been nothing more than amazing to you and if everyone else doesn’t see that then they’re crazy, you can’t convince everyone to like him but you start to feel as though it won’t be an issue for him. You think he’ll fit in just fine with everyone in due time ♡

1:47 AM | han jisung

genre: crush au, very 18+ suggestive, crush! han jisung x fem! reader

warning(s): very very suggestive! smut adjacent, reader is shy yet horny, allusion to cunninglingus and fingering, pet names (princess, baby)

word count: 622

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It’s the way that he pushes you on his bed that throbs your core. It’s the way that his lips tenderly kissing your hair and slowly inching their way to your neck. It’s the way that you forbid yourself from getting a taste of Han Jisung yet his charms have some power over you like voodoo magic.

Denial is such a beautiful thing. Every girl on campus has this massive La La Land crush on him. By every girl that also includes you. But no one has to know. You’ve reiterated many times to people how Jisung is not your cup of tea and how you have a different type. Lying could only get you so far and unfortunately, the young man can see through your bullshit.

Now, he’s on top of you. You don’t even remember how you ended up in his place. Blurry in-between details you can’t recall were buried somewhere random in your brain. All you can recall now is the way his hands feel on your skin… and his lips. How you desperately want to feel them on yours.

“Is there something in your mind princess? Would you like to stop?” He stops his kisses to look at you with his pretty eyes. Fuck. You can feel yourself get wetter by the second. He’s such a gentleman. Discreetly, you squeeze your thighs together, hoping to get some friction. Though you try to be subtle with your neediness, Jisung is able to see through you. He looks down on your lap and smirks to himself. Augh goddamnit.

“I-I- Ji- I really want to kiss you,”

His eyes widen and his smirk was replaced with a smile you could melt into. “Why didn’t you say so in the first place baby?”

You stumble upon your words again. “I was-was shy… I don’t. I just didn’t know how to say it.” Now you were really embarrassed. You tilt your head down while looking away from his handsome face. Way to go! He probably thinks you’re a loser now.

Once again he kisses the strands of your hair before tilting up your chin to face him. “Y/N. You can tell me anything that you would like to do,” he whispers, “anything you don’t want to do. Anything princess. You can trust me.”

Such a sweet guy. His words brought butterflies to your stomach. You sit on his lap and you bring your lips close to his. “I really want to kiss you.” You say such words with such assertiveness that he didn’t even hesitate to fulfill your request.

He started out slow and gentle. His soft lips were heaven sent. Yet as heavenly as they were, those devious lips hunger for more. Passion simmers the yearning you have for both of each other, leading for tongues to fight for dominance. You moan as he bit your bottom lip. He tastes like intoxicating wine and you tasted like candy that he will always want to savor.

Both of you pulled away from each other to catch air. By now you know your panties are soaked to the brim. Jisung smiles at you and you marvel at his swollen lips with some red lipstick.

“Wow. You’re amazing,” he says as he kisses your knuckles.

You give him a chase kiss on the cheeks. “No you’re amazing Ji.”

Now it was his turn to be flustered. “Oh hush you.” Red was spreading throughout his cheeks.

You giggle at his reaction before asking, “You know what would be more amazing?”

“Hmm?”

“You eating out my pussy you made so wet.”

His smirk returns once again. “That does sound amazing,” he sighs as his deft fingers make their way under your skirt and between your thighs.

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A/N: WOAH!!! This is the first time I’ve written anything relatively spicy and so I hope you enjoy! Please don’t hesitate to leave any comments on how I can improve my writing!

stars above | han jisung

genre: best friends to lovers, fluff, sentimental as fuck, slight angst because both of them are dumb in love your honor

warning(s): some swearing

word count: 1.3K

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“I’m telling you Jisung. I can’t fucking sleep for shit.”

The young man you call your best friend giggles through the phone. “Hey hey hey. You were the one who wanted brown sugar milk tea boba with 100% sweetness.”

“Yet you were the one enabling me.”

“Aweee. It can’t be that bad. We can like go stargazing and contemplate our mortal existence.” You swear this man will be the death of you with all his teasing.

You respond, “Don’t you ever get tired of stargazing Sung?” You know of his little habit of staying up late on some nights to watch the twinkling constellations and the enigmatic moon. He has a telescope in his room that he would take when he would escape into the wonders of the night to admire the beauty of the dark, moon-lit, star-lit sky.

He smiles to himself. “Never.” Because the stars remind me of you. He held those words back, knowing they would scare you away and friendship over.

Unbeknownst to you, he secretly held feelings for you. He never gets tired of stargazing because all of the stars above remind him all of you. People say how the moon is in love with the sun although Jisung thinks the contrary. You were the stars. His stars. He was the moon. You were the stars surrounding the moon. The moon feels not just the Earth’s proximity but all of the stars in the galaxy whether they are close or millions of light years away. Your presence can always be felt wherever he goes which is why everything reminds him of you. From breezy summer winds to late night hot chocolates to dumb Valentine meme cards to unwise money spending on boba, it all goes back to you.

Though he has all these feelings inside of him, he would rather not spill a speck of what he feels about you.

“Jisung? You there? Are we still stargazing?” He snaps back to reality.

He clears his throat, trying to get his thoughts together. “Uhh yeah. I’ll pick you up in five.”

True to his word, he arrived punctually. You bundled yourself in one of your many blankets as you waddled to his car. He thought you looked cute doing so. Once you opened the door, you saw him dressed in his favorite black hoodie and quokka beanie. Heh, cute you thought. His hair has gotten longer and some of it was perfectly framing his pretty face.

“You good?” His voice brings you back from the very spell he has entranced you in.

“Huh? Yeah I’m good.” You try your best to mask the nervousness in your voice.

“You know. With the look you were giving to me, I would have thought you were in love with me,” he jokes.

This man is so aggravating. Your eyes roll and you playfully punch him on the shoulder, making him hiss in pain. “OW!!! You do know violence is not the answer.”

“Oh hush you. Now let’s go. Wouldn’t want Cassiopeia waiting.”

“Just an FYI, Orion is my favorite constellation,” he huffs and sticks out his tongue. Of course you knew Orion was his favorite. You just wanted to annoy him like he annoys you.

The ride to his favorite open field was quiet aside from the songs playing from his night drive playlist. God it was hard keeping your eyes away from him as he drives. Of course this was not the first time he drove you. It’s just that… he’s just… AUGH. Fuck. You can’t even say shit to him.

Unbeknownst to him, you secretly held feelings for him too. No matter how much you annoy him or “complain” about him dragging you to stargazing, you know damn well just how much you deeply love him inside and out. Every single time he would take you stargazing, your feelings would exponentially go deeper than it was before. You didn’t know how that was even possible. He shows a side to you where you get to intimately know him fully. Every single day is a gift being with someone like him. Which is why you would rather be selfish with your feelings than losing him forever when the cat is out of the bag. At least that was what you thought.

The open field with freshly cut grass fills your senses with the Earthy scent of grass and the cold, gentle breeze of the night. Jisung takes his telescope from the trunk and follows you to the middle of the field.

“Looks like it’s a great night tonight. No clouds can be seen so far,” he says as he sets up the telescope.

“It does feel like a great night,” you blurted while admiring the crescent moon.

Both of you silently observe the starry sky with the lone moon. No words can describe what you both feel at this very moment. It’s such an indescribable feeling. You both share the feeling of awe when appreciating the jewels of the galaxy. That shared sentiment alone makes the moment so intimate even without uttering a single word. Even without hands touching each other.

After minutes of silence between you two, you both observe something moving in the sky. More and more of them started to move too.

“Oh my god shooting stars! Make a wish Ji! Make a wish!” you squeal in delight.

And so both of you closed your eyes and wished under the shooting stars. Jisung opens one of his eyes to steal a little glance of you before continuing his wish.

Unsurprisingly, both of you wished for the same thing; the courage to confess to each other without ruining your friendship.

Moments later, you opened your eyes. “So what did you wish for Ji?”

“Nuh uh it’s a secret,” he asserts, trying his best not to appear worried.

“You can tell meee. I’m your best friend, remember.”

“No.” He sticks out his tongue.

You prepare your pleading eyes to make him more pliant. “Pleaseeee.”

“No.”

Jisung finally gives up and sighs, “Okay fine. Fine. But don’t freak out okay.”

“But why would I freak out?” Did he wish to be together with someone? Is he gonna confess that he likes another person?? Fuck.

“Remember when I told you about how the moon is in love with the stars rather than the sun?”

You nod and chuckle, “But isn’t the sun also a star?”

“I know I know but listen. Listen carefully because I don’t want to repeat my words again.” He takes a deep breath and holds your hands. “I’m the moon Y/N and you’re the stars. My stars. I’m completely, deeply in love with you.”

And that’s when your eyes widen to a confession you would have never expected yet something you’ve been wishing for to the universe. Your eyes sparkle, resembling that of a shining star. “So how does your confession tie to your wish?”

“I-uh well I wished to have the courage to confess to you.” He was getting red like a tomato. “I guess it came true.”

“You know what’s funny Han Jisung?” He looks at you like he was a deer in the headlights. You usually only use his full name on a serious occasion. Is she mad? Did I upset her? Does this mean she will reject me? Will we stay—

“I wished for the same thing as you did. It’s just that you beat me to it.” He looks at you with complete shock.

“Are you bullshiting me?”

“No Ji I’m not. I’ve loved you for a while now.” You let out a mirthful laugh. Your thumb rubs on his skin to reassure him. “May I ask you a question?”

“Yes. What is it?”

“May I kiss you?”

He smiles so endearingly at you that you could explode like a supernova. “Of course you can.”

And so you got on your tippy toes to capture his lips with yours. It was a kiss you have been anticipating for months now. It was a kiss under the stars. A kiss under the waning crescent. You wouldn’t mind getting lost in his kiss every night.

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A/N: This has been in the drafts for just a bit. I got some time to finalize it. Hopefully you enjoy the read!

revenge

PAIRING: han jisung x reader GENRE: hurt/comfort WC: 551 WARNINGS: mentions of cheating, cursing

Han turned his head slowly towards you, confusion in his face. Just yesterday, you’re still sharing a plate of fries with your boyfriend, how come today he posted a picture kissing another girl? The gears in Han’s head were working overtime, trying to guess what you were thinking.

“I already knew,” you said when he stared at you 5 seconds longer than he usually did. You put a spoonful of ice cream in your mouth, trying to suppress the tinge in your heart. It’s no news to you that your boyfriend has been talking to other girls. It was partly your fault because you never cared when some of them came forward to you.

It doesn’t make it hurt less.

“How?” Han asked, voice laced with horror. You just shrug in response. “What the actual fuck?”

“Let him be” you sigh, scooping the ice cream. “I don’t even love him that much,” you said.

It doesn’t make it hurt less.

When you said yes a year ago, you weren’t thinking about being in a relationship. You like him, sure, he’s charming, naturally, everyone wanted to be with him. But you found out soon enough that it’ll be a burden for you. So you tried to keep it casual. You were dating but it doesn’t feel that way. It’s not like he tried anyway. You knew from the start that you’re just another score on his board.

Again, it doesn’t make it hurt less.

“Wow, he’s an ass,” Han hissed, scrolling violently on his phone. “Do you want me to beat his ass?”

“Don’t embarrass yourself,” you responded. He curses under his breath, making you glance at him. Once… twice, until a lightbulb goes on in your head. “Actually…” you started. Han looked up to you, anticipating. “Never mind.”

“It’s okay to want revenge, I won’t judge,” Han said. For the first time today, you let out a laugh. “I’ll even help if you want to key his car or any funny ideas you have.”

“I want you to pretend to be my boyfriend,” you blurted out.

“Pretend to be your what?” Han asked, voice rising an octave. “Are you crazy?”

“Maybe I am.” your answer makes Han visibly gulp. He was waiting for you to say that it’s a joke and that you’re not seriously thinking about that scenario right now, but you were quiet. Too quiet that he feels bad for thinking beyond playing pretend.

“Fine, one month, let’s orchestrate a scene,” Han said with a low voice. He inches closer to where you sit and your brain short-circuited for a moment.

“I’m joking,” you squeak. No, you thought to yourself, you need to clear your mind first before doing risky stuff like this.

Han let out a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding. He was ready to risk it all for you, ignoring his fickle heart.

“It’s not worth it,” you said to him again. Getting revenge will only give him satisfaction, showing that he succeeded in breaking you. You don’t want that. Han nodded his head in agreement.

It’s not worth it, but that doesn’t make it hurt less.

“We’ll find something to get back on him,” Han said, ruffling your hair a bit.

And for a second your heart mended, because at least you’re not completely alone.

a/n. i don't know what i'm doing with this one actually but the idea is good enough in my head

Don't Worry, I'm Here For You.

Paring: Han x 9th member! Male Reader

Genre: Fluff

Summary: Han will always be there when you have a panic attack.

More: Masterlist

A/n: I am mentioning panic attacks in this because I sometimes experience asthma attacks. Although I understand that they are not the same thing, they share some similarities.

I also just finished the first season of Jujutsu Kaisen, and it's so good. I'm currently watching the movie right now.

As the members of Stray Kids and backup dancers filed onto the stage, adrenaline pumping and anticipation swirling, Y/N couldn't help but feel a wave of unease wash over him. He took a deep breath, trying to steady his nerves as he scanned the stage, searching for a familiar face. There it was, towards the back of the arena, a familiar pair of eyes that seemed to hold him together when everything else spun out of control. It was Han, his bandmate and closest friend in the group. But as he focused on Han, something unexpected happened. His breath hitched, his chest tightened, and a cloud of darkness began to creep in at the edges of his vision. He tried to fight it, but it was no use. Before he knew it, Y/N had ducked off stage and sprinted towards the nearest restroom.

Once inside a secluded stall, Y/N collapsed against the door, the familiar weight of a panic attack pressing down on his chest. He felt hot tears stinging at his eyes, his throat constricting as he struggled to catch his breath. Just as he was about to lose himself to the overwhelming terror, he heard a voice from outside the stall. It was Han's voice, calm and reassuring. "Hey, you okay in there?" Y/N couldn't respond; he could only manage a choked sob. A moment later, the stall door creaked open, and Han peered inside. "Y/N?" he asked, alarm etched into his features. "It's me, Han. I'm here. We'll get through this together."

As Han knelt beside him, Y/N felt a sense of relief wash over him. He wrapped his arms around his friend, burying his face in Han's shoulder as he tried to steady his breathing. "I'm sorry," he managed to choke out between sobs. "I didn't mean to ruin the performance… I just can't…" of relief wash over him. His bandmate had always been there for him, understanding the intricacies of panic attacks better than anyone else. Han passed him a small bottle of water, and Y/N took a shaky sip, his breath slowly beginning to steady. "Thanks," he managed to croak out, wiping the tears from his eyes. "I don't know what's wrong with me."

Han gave his shoulder a reassuring squeeze. "It's not your fault, Y/N. You know that. Panic attacks don't discriminate, and they're not a sign of weakness. We're all here for you, and we'll get through this together." He pulled a small, discreet inhaler from his pocket, handing it to Y/N. "Just in case you need it," he added with a gentle smile. Y/N took the inhaler, feeling a wave of gratitude wash over him.

As they sat there in the quiet of the bathroom, the sounds of the arena slowly beginning to filter back in, Han reached out and took Y/N's hand. Their fingers laced together, and for a moment, they simply sat there, lost in their own thoughts. It was a small gesture, but it spoke volumes about the bond they shared, the understanding they had for each other's struggles.

"You know," Han began softly, "I've had my own share of panic attacks on stage. It's not easy, dealing with them in front of all those people. But we've made it this far, and we'll keep going together. We'll figure out what works for you, what helps you manage them. We've got each other's backs." Y/N nodded, feeling a sense of comfort and strength emanating from his friend.

As they sat there, lost in their own thoughts, the weight of the panic attack seemed to lift ever so slightly. It was then that Y/N realized something else: he was no longer alone. He had his bandmates, his friends, and Han by his side, supporting him every step of the way. It was a realization that brought a small, hesitant smile to his lips.

"Thanks, Han," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I don't know what I'd do without you." Han squeezed his hand in response, his own smile genuine and warm.

"We're a team, remember? And we'll always have each other's backs."

Okay but it’s 5am why am I crying?

This is so so so cute and I love it so much 🥺

Hey would you be willing to do prompt #40 with Jisung?? Merci!

40. “I wasn’t lying when I said that I loved you.”

pairing: Jisung x gn!reader wc: 832 genre: Fluff warnings: Mention of food, reader has insecurities about being poor, use of pet name (baby)

This was a risky trip. Not just because photographers could snap a picture of you two together in public, that was honestly the last concern on your mind right now as Jisung laced his fingers into yours, lifting your hand off the cold train seat. No, you were terrified of what he would think of your apartment. Small, cramped, nearly empty... the textbook definition of a broke art student struggling to make ends meet. It amazed you that anyone would fall for you like this, let alone an idol that was probably rich enough to buy your entire apartment complex and then some.

"What's wrong?" Jisung's voice was a quiet whisper in your ear, slightly muffled by a mask. His hood was pulled up around his face, head down, with small tufts of hair poking out every time he shifted his gaze from the floor to you. He was told to always keep his head down when he was out with you, lest someone recognize his barely visible facial features and force this relationship to go public. Despite multiple warnings, he couldn't help but sneak glances at you when he felt it was safe. You were arguably the most beautiful person he had ever met, not looking at you felt disrespectful at best, especially considering how little time he got to spend with you.

"It's nothing, I promise." But it wasn't nothing, and you would have to face his opinion on you soon enough as the train called out the next stop.

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As soon as you both stepped through the door, apologies were spilling from your lips like a waterfall. You couldn't help it, you knew he was used to a spoiled and lavish life. All you could offer was a beat up couch, a small TV, and some cheap ramen in a styrofoam cup. Not much of a date, especially considering some of the expensive restaurants he had taken you to the few times his manager had approved an outing together.

"I might have enough money to order food, I'm not sure. I know there's not much here... I'm really sorry..." Your voice trailed off as Jisung took in his surroundings, gravitating towards the canvas in the corner with a sheet thrown over it. The emptiness and hurried apologies didn't seem to register at all, his focus entirely on the covered painting. Once the words had finally gotten through to him, his face turned somber.

"Baby, you don't have to apologize. I'm spending time with you and that's all that matters." He reached out for you as you approached, quickly pulling you into a tight hug sealed off with a series of quick kisses on your cheek. "I wasn't lying when I said that I loved you. I mean it, I love you for you. Not your money, your clothes, or how many material things you have."

"Jisung-"

"No more apologies, okay?" A grin swept across his face as he looked at you, eyes bright with excitement as you nodded. "Can I see what you're working on?" He gestured towards the canvas as he loosened his grip enough to let you wiggle out of his hold.

"It's not finished." You replied quietly as you lifted the sheet up, revealing a nearly finished painting. A dark sky speckled with stars above a very familiar figure, pointing up at the glittering sky with wonder in his eyes. You had painted the scene entirely from memory, the first time he was able to sneak away to spend time alone with you. He couldn't stray too far from the dorm, but you agreed to meet him somewhere dark enough to provide cover. It just so happened to be a clear night, every constellation visible in the night sky as you pointed them all out. Jisung was in awe, tracing the stars with his finger as you explained how they fit into various ancient mythologies. The exact scene you chose was one that had stuck in your mind forever - the moment he told you that he loved you. You were mid sentence when he blurted it out, unable to contain the emotion he felt as he watched you passionately talk about the stars and how they inspired you to create. It had caught you off guard at the time, but you quickly reciprocated the feelings, the 'love' word getting thrown between you two multiple times a day ever since.

"It's beautiful. Did you take a picture of me that I don't know about?" He questioned, studying all the finer details of the painting.

"I wish, it would've made a cute lock screen." You joked, a smile tugging at your lips. "I'm just really good at remembering things that changed my life." You could feel the love radiating from him as he looked back at you, trying to mimic the expression on his face that you had painted. "I may not have much, but I have you, and that's more than enough for me. I love you."

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