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𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐁𝐁𝐘 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐗 𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐉𝐈𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐆

Han Jisung the first time that he saw you he was too focused in your thick thighs to think about of everything else. "what are you looking jisung?", hyunjin's voice woke him up and his cheeks get all red of embarrassed of just getting caught. but he can't, he just loves your thighs.

Han Jisung that at first when he met you he was all shy to even talk to you because your dead stare, but as you smiles in his direction he felt his heart M E L T, your body always arrived after for him, your personality it's everything.

Han Jisung use your tummy as a pillow, because "why? I don't need anything else if you're right next to me to make me comfortable", he would never force you, but his head on your tummy and his body right between your legs, with you thighs on his shoulders would be his favourite position to relax.

Han Jisung that would start to buy oversize clothes just to wear them first and make them profume like him and give them to you as a gift, "I just took the wrong size, keep it love," liar. that man did it on purpose.

Han Jisung wants at least one of your sweater because when he go on tour he wants you to be with him all the time, he would call you with your sweater on, his cheeks completely red as you can see his expose shoulder for the big neckline of the sweater, "this? I just missed you."

Han Jisung that knows your insecurity about your body and repeat to you everyday of how much he's grateful to have you in his life, "I don't care, I would love you even if you are a worm, or whatever, whatever you think it would be disgusting I would still love you."

Han Jisung at you guys first hug felt his stomach full of butterflies to hold you tight against him, that would be his favourite things after kissing all over you body to make you feel loved.

Han Jisung that would lay on top of you just because he had a bad day and he buries his face on your tummy makes him feel safe, his arms around your waist to hold you tight, your hands between his long brown hair to make him relax, no talking. he doesn't need to talk, he just need you to stay with him until he feels better.

nsfw version

Han Jisung knows how insecure you are so you guys start slow, he asked you to take a shower together, nothing sexual, he just wanted to see but his cock couldn't stop to throbbing so hardly and you helped to jerk off.

Han Jisung that create a playlist to fuck you because he knows that music makes you feel comfortable, sex with jisung it's always playful and sensual, but as a chubby person he would be such a praiser.

Han Jisung would fuck your thighs to badly, that would be his first fantasy with you, he would be begging you for that, "please beautiful I need to, i.. I need to."

Han Jisung that in public when you wear that pants that makes your thighs squeeze and your ass more showed than normal would be always behind you to cover you, "baby put the t-shirt down, that ass it's just for me."

Han Jisung wants you to tell him all your fantasies to just help you and satisfy you because he's a soft dom with you. but oh boy when you tell him that you like rough. his worst side just show up.

Han Jisung that hold you from holding your neck, moving you close to his face to look in your eyes and just smirk because he knows that you're already needy, "show me your body, spread legs, show me that soaked folds."

And it's the same Han Jisung that when you sit in your face to make him eat you out he would be whimpering and he would move his hips high for relieve his hard-rock-dick.

Han Jisung would beg you to just suffocate him with your pussy and your thighs, "please bun, I need to feel you."

I'm an athiest and all I'm asking is, whatever god is out there, PLS give me someone like the ones in fanfics like these. If you need a sacrifice and ritual, so be it. I JUST WANT THIS!!!

Hey, if you're still up to those drunk conffesions you reblogged 19h ago (im sorry, i dunno if there were any other, im so akward omg) I'm begging you to write 2 and 16 with female reader and Han Jisung, please that would be wholesome, love your work.

With love, 🦕<333

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Hannie with 2 from the drunk confessions please☹️ it hurts in just the best way, thinking you won't feel the same because his anxiety/overthinking but like... it's just silly brain things <33

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i decided to mix these two together since they have the same prompts! this is pretty wholesome, i think, so i hope you like it!! 🥰

2. "You're all I ever wanted. I'm sorry I can't say it sober."

16. "This is not a dream, I think. In my dreams we're usually kissing."

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You unlock your apartment before walking inside. You can hear the voices of Chan and Changbin coming from your living room, a smile gracing your lips. You set your keys onto the table beside the front door and walk towards the voices.

The two members are sitting on your couch and drinks in both of their hands. A frown comes to your lips as you notice Han is missing from the trio. Changbin notices you first and moves to stand up.

"Hey, Y/N! You're home!" He almost squeals, tripping over Chan's feet as he makes his way to you.

A chuckle leaves your lips, wrapping your arms around him. "Hi, Changbinnie," you greet him, gently rubbing his upper back. "Where's Hanji?"

"He's in his room," Chan explains to you, capturing your gaze. "His anxiety is kinda high after he got drunk."

You peel yourself from Changbin, making sure he can stand up straight before walking towards Han's bedroom door. You quickly shove your suitcase into your room and knock on his door.

"Hanji?" You call out his name, turning the door knob to crack the door open. You peek inside, seeing your roommate sitting on his bed. "Can I come in?"

Han nods his head, and you fully step inside. You smile softly at him, climbing onto his mattress. "How was your trip?" He asks you in a hoarse whisper.

"It was good. I wish you could've come," you inform him.

He shuffles closer to you, resting his head on your lap. "Do you really?" You nod your head in response, combing your fingers through his hair. Han nuzzles his face into your thigh, humming loud enough to feel the vibration.

"Chan mentioned that you're not feeling so hot," you say, leaning forward to see his pretty face. "You okay, bub?"

"Yeah, I just… I thought of something that I didn't want to think," Han tells you vaguely, turning his head to look at you.

You push his bangs away from his eyes, giving him a slight pout. "What's your brain lying about now?" You ask him honestly.

His eyes meet yours, and you watch his soften the longer he looks at you. "I love you so much," Han confesses to you, and your hands stop combing his hair.

"You love me?" You repeat quietly, feeling your heart pound against your chest.

"You're all I've ever wanted," he mentions while slowly sitting up. Your knees brush against one another as Han grabs a hold of your hands. "I'm sorry, I can't say it sober."

You squeeze his hands gently before bringing one to his cheek. "It's okay, Hanji. Drunk words are sober thoughts," you reassure him, smiling ear to ear. You stroke his cheek and release a giggle. "This isn't a dream, is it?"

Han shakes his head. "This is not a dream, I think," he mumbles, chuckling softly. "In my dreams, we're usually kissing."

Your cheeks blush at his words, averting your gaze. "You've kissed me in your dreams?" You ask before pressing your lips together.

His breath hitches in his throat, his cheeks blushing as well. "I - Yeah," he stumbles over his words.

"Do you wanna kiss me?" You whisper to him, moving your hand from his cheek to his chin.

"Can I really?"

You nod your head, switching your gaze from his boba eyes to his lips. Han gulps as his hands rest on your thighs, leaning in to kiss you. You glide your hand to the back of his neck, dipping your fingertips into his soft hair.

The kiss doesn't last very long, and Han rests his forehead on yours after pulling away. "If you haven't realized," you begin to whisper, pressing a quick kiss on both of his cheeks, "I love you too."

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cute daily boyfriend texts with han jisung

warnings lots of pet names on both sides, mention of lunch and dinner, threatening care?, fake injury?

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"... and they were camp-mates." (더 가까이~)

⚝fic type: romance, young love

⚝genre/contains: han jisung x fem reader, summer camp!au, fluff, comfort, childhood friends to lovers, mutual pinning, both reader and jisung are over 18

⚝warnings: slightly suggestive

⚝word count: 5.8k

⚝inspo: mixtape:oh by stray kids

⚝A/N: this is my entry for the may/june blossoming love event (⁠✿⁠^⁠‿⁠^⁠) happy pride month & an even happier 2 year anniversary of mixtape oh!! (the korean title is from han's verse in the song's bridge)

“너와 두 눈을 맞추고서, 한 걸음 더 네게로...

계획을 세워봐도, 여전히 네 앞에 서면 나는 애야”

The great oak doors opened with a familiar creak as you stepped into the reception of your long-time summer camp. Nothing had changed. Nothing really ever changed here. Year in, year out and this lodge remained tried and true. You had attended this camp almost every summer for the past six years. Both your parents had incredibly demanding jobs. Since they couldn’t keep you entertained for your entire holiday themselves, they had figured camp was a good alternative to leaving you at home to your own devices all day. You hadn’t liked the idea at first, but this place gradually grew on you… its carefree and youthful aura was something you’d always reminisce on. It was out of the city, away from all the noise and rush. The camp was bordered by a forest on one side and a lake on the other; the fresh air was always so soothing to your lungs, particularly on the first week back here. Whether a kid liked being outdoors or not, this place had a way of expanding one’s perspective on what fun could look like.

You ran a finger along the smooth brown reception desk as you took in your surroundings. The familiarity of the place made you sigh; the tension you didn’t know you were holding slowly easing off your shoulders. Cheesy motivational quotes and colourful posters about camp activities were tacked onto the notice board beside the desk.

On the counter, a jar of sweets glinted invitingly in the soft sunlight seeping through the room’s large open windows. They came in handy especially in the first few weeks of camp, when the receptionist needed to calm down the kids who ran in demanding to phone their parents and have them pick them up. It was a regular occurrence with the younger campers, you had behaved that way too on your first summer. Some of the best– and worst– moments of your childhood had happened at this camp. You’d broken limbs, learned how to swim, cycle and bake here… As well as more unconventional feats, such as learning how to pick a lock with a hair pin.

The reception had received a fresh coat of paint since you were last here, the beige tint no longer chipping to reveal the dulling white beneath it. You dinged the tiny bell on the table top and took a seat at the orange couch beside the door as you waited for the receptionist to come in. You came back this summer as a junior Counsellor to earn a little extra cash before you joined college. Familiar as the place was, you were sure this summer would be a relatively different experience considering your new position and the fact that you wouldn’t be spending it with the friends you had made here. It would be rather boring without them all, you thought, as you knew most of the other junior Counsellors would be unfamiliar faces.

The receptionist walked in through a side door after a few minutes and beckoned you forward with a warm greeting so you could register your name in the counter book and receive your pass. You can’t help but smile as you take in the photographs still stuck to the wall behind the desk. They were from three years ago, when your camp’s rowing team had competed in a tournament and won. Under the generic congratulatory banner, you could see your own toothy grin (and pimpled forehead) staring back at you. Right next to it was one particular chubby cheeked boy who was smiling triumphantly as he held his hand up in a peace sign. You let out a small laugh at the memory of the cheesecake-loving boy who’d simultaneously annoyed the hell out of you and elevated your stays here to astronomical levels of fun.

“Hey baby!” Came his unmistakable voice from behind you. It made you spin around in shock. The Han Jisung was leaning against the door frame, a crossbody bag slung across his broad chest and a large box cradled in his arms.

The nickname 'baby' had always fallen so easily from his lips, in the same manner one would casually use ‘bro’ or ‘mate’. He hadn’t changed all that much… still had those insanely chubby cheeks and annoyingly perfect waist. His sense of fashion had improved tremendously, yet still looked very Jisung-esque; comfort had always been the most important element to his dressing.

“Jisung? What are you doing here?”

“I could ask you the same question,” he countered with a wink, walking in and setting the box down on the counter. “Can’t deny I’m not happy to see you, though.”

He turned to the receptionist then. “These are books I’d, uhm, borrowed from the camp’s library… over the years… and forgotten to return.” He explained with his signature grin, hoping to charm the older man into letting him off the hook. Soon enough he'd check the 'return by' dates and realize that some of the box’s contents had been under Han Jisung's bed at home for about four years now. If it wasn’t for his pestering mother they’d still be there, honestly.

You scoffed, trying to ignore the swell of his bicep as he leaned an arm on the counter. “You read?”

Jisung stuck his tongue out at you. You rolled your eyes when the receptionist opened the box to reveal dozens of comics. “These don’t count as books, Jisung.”

“They do, too.” He challenged back indignantly.

“You don’t read.” You stated with finality as the receptionist went back through the side door he came in from.

“Yes I do.” Jisung countered adamantly as he leaned towards you and tapped your nose with his finger. You groaned and leaned back, stifling the laugh that was climbing up your throat.

“So what’s your deal?” he asked, changing the subject with a teasing pout of his lips as he poked your side. “Missed this place that much?”

“I’m here as a Counsellor.” You explained shortly, paying no mind to his antics. Jisung had a habit of trying to rile you up for no apparent reason. He seemed to find great fun in it.

“Well look at that, baby!” He said with exaggerated glee, showing you his pearly white teeth as he smiled wide. You narrowed your eyes at him, fighting back the smile tugging at the corners of your lips.

“We’ll be spending one last summer together,” he gushed, emphasizing each word with an affectionate pat on your shoulder.

—

You watched Jisung scribble his name just below yours in the worn out counter book. You couldn’t believe your luck, this had to be some kind of joke.

The two of you had a history.

You remember the summer Han Jisung had serenaded you by the campfire, all in the name of having you lend an ear for his new song. The dark haired boy had sung his heart out while dutifully strumming his guitar. You recall the way he hadn't broken eye contact for a second, the crackling fire illuminating his determined face. The performance had ended with him shyly confessing that you had inspired the ballad.

That had also been the summer you’d had to untangle him from his mosquito net. Yeah, not Jisung’s finest moment.

None of his roommates had managed to free him and you had for some reason been deemed an expert in such cabin room catastrophes. He’d snuck a kiss to your cheek as you finally freed his fragile legs from the net. (A kiss you’d immediately wiped off as the other campers began to holler and croon sickly sweet love songs.)

—

When he’d walked in, Jisung’s stomach had done a funny flip at the sight of you. After all this time…

The effect you had on him was as strong as when he’d last seen you. He started teasing you out of habit, the urge near instinctual after all these years. What else was he supposed to do? That was his only way of masking the true nature of his feelings. You absolutely captivated Han Jisung, in just about every way possible. Unknown to you, he had been under your spell for years now. Sure, you’d probably caught on at one point or another that he had a crush on you, but it ran deeper than that. Jisung was enthralled by the way your brain worked, and the unique solutions you found to problems. Though a bit of a genius in his own right– especially musically– Jisung was rather scatter-brained and your efficiency and structure was something he’d always admire. In addition to that you had the prettiest eyes he’d ever had the pleasure of looking into.

As you walked side by side, Jisung grappled with how he was going to keep things light and friendly between you two. Internally, he knew that he was fighting a losing battle.

—

The two of you made your way to the centre of the camp where the senior Counsellors were dividing duties. Nayeon, your favourite Counsellor from your time at camp, handed you your own schedule. It turns out you would be working with the younger kids. Not a bad deal considering you’d been on babysitting duty for most of your life, being the oldest sibling and all.

Jisung, who was seated next to you on the sturdy log, grinned as he read his own sheet and nudged you with his elbow when he reached the end of the slip.

“Looks like we’ll be cabin-mates, baby.” He declared. Your eyes widened at that, scanning through your own paper to confirm his statement. Indeed, you would be holed up with Han Jisung for a whole month.

You sputtered, blaming the sudden heat creeping up your face on the sun overhead, and looked up at Nayeon with your mouth slightly agape.

“You’re the same age,” she pointed out, shrugging. “And you know each other. I figured it would be more comfortable than rooming you with strangers.”

Your heart was beating wildly in your chest as your mind ran a mile a minute, providing you with scenarios of how this could possibly turn out. You struggled not to give any outward indication of the thoughts clouding your brain.

“Unless you want me to change it…” Nayeon offered kindly, noticing the panic dancing in your eyes despite your efforts to conceal it.

You looked over at Jisung, who’s heart-shaped mouth had formed a slight pout at Nayeon’s suggestion. He quickly dropped it when he noticed your gaze.

“Uh… no, no. This will be fine.”

“Are you sure, sweetie?” She double-checked.

“Yeah, sure. Positive.” You cleared your throat that suddenly felt very dry. You quickly racked your brain for a reason to excuse how flustered you were. “I was just- Jisung’s really messy so I was a little-”

“Am not.” He countered childishly, looking slightly offended. Unfortunately for him, the slight upwards quirk of his mouth betrayed the charade.

“I’ve heard the horror stories.” You teased with a raised brow, referring to the tales you’d heard from his previous cabin-mates.

“Well,” Nayeon cut in, shaking her head in amusement. “If the arrangement is alright with the both of you then I’ll leave you to it.”

She smiled good-naturedly before moving on to her other colleagues who had queries.

—

Rooming with Jisung wasn’t all that bad. Both of you were shy at first and kept to your respective sides of the small cabin. The room had two bunk beds and Jisung kept his mess to his top bunk. Sleep had evaded you on the first night and he’d actually offered to sing you to sleep. It had worked wonders and over the next two weeks it became somewhat of a routine.

The only time you got in each other’s way was rushed mornings when you needed the bathroom at the same time. You didn’t spend much time in there anyways, already swept up in the flurry of activities that camp provided. In truth, you just wanted to avoid the blush that graced your cheeks whenever he walked in all sleepy to brush his teeth, muttering a ‘hey, baby’ with his gravely morning voice. The domesticity of going about your morning routines together got to your head faster than you expected it to. Perhaps what made it worse was when he had to lean over or behind you to grab something on your end of the sink.

One morning he’d full-on wrapped an arm around your waist as he reached over and snagged your scented lotion. Jisung thought he was being all slick but the proximity ended up flustering him even more than it did you. You’d feigned annoyance at his seemingly endless antics, scolding him and trying to pry the bottle from his hand. Jisung, stubborn as ever, wasn’t giving it up that easily and cheekily brought his face closer to yours with puckered lips. You’d recoiled immediately with wide eyes and he laughed in delight, savouring his victory as you narrowed your eyes at him and stormed out of the bathroom before he got to see the smile you couldn’t seem to fight off.

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It felt like the kids wanted to try out everything at once. On days you seriously needed some down time, you’d get one of them to start up a game of hide and seek. That kept them busy for a good hour, sometimes more depending on the number of participants.

Hide and seek had always been a popular game at camp. The game’s rules were different here– and a seeker finding you didn’t automatically mean you had lost. Once found, you and the seeker had to race to where they’d been counting; whoever got there first won. If you lost, you had to join the seeker in their quest to find the rest of the campers.

Three summers ago, you’d hidden in one of the camp’s two treehouses with Jisung during a game. When it began you had quickly dashed up there, expecting to find the space empty. You had nearly tripped over Jisung who was crouched near the door. He’d managed to steady you and put a finger to his lips conspiratorially. You wanted to whine and tell him to find another spot but at that moment the seeker announced they were done counting.

Jisung had clamped a hand over your mouth and pulled you in before you could protest… adrenaline running high as you both pressed against the wooden inner wall. He was closer to the door, so you curled around him– placing your hands on his shoulders to steady yourself as you peeped at the scene below you two. The sky was quickly darkening outside, darker shades of blue streaked with hues of violet creating a beautiful background to complement the moon's faint glow that cast tall shadows behind the scurrying campers. The moonlight slipped past half-drawn blinds through the window above you, a sliver of light dancing across Jisung’s soft cheeks. He had them puffed out as he held his breath, looking over the door’s landing. You could make out half his face, the other half silhouetted in the dark tree house. He looked rather beautiful this way, the sharp line of his nose against the light and soft curve of his round eyes making him look like a painting. The realization momentarily stole your breath away.

When he turned around suddenly, your noses almost bumped together. It occurred to you with a start how close you were to him. He didn’t move away though, eyes gleaming with mischief in typical Jisung fashion as he took note of the proximity. You didn’t pull back either, transfixed and still a little dazed by everything. It took you way too long to notice you were staring at his lips. It wasn’t until he let out a soft chuckle that you slightly moved back, the breath of it fanning against your own lips. Your heart had fluttered annoyingly when you returned your gaze to his brown eyes.

“Have you ever kissed someone?” You asked quietly. The dark of the evening was working like liquid courage and brazenness uncharacteristically came easily to you. Jisung looked taken aback by your question, eyes widened as he ran his tongue over his bottom lip nervously and picked at his dark blue nail polish. He could hear his heartbeat in his ears, hoping against hope that you were suggesting what he thought you were. He nodded his head, adding as he looked away, “Never a girl, though.”

“Oh,” was the only reply you could come up with, unsure of how to continue the conversation.

He faced you again, now grinning. You knew that look and groaned, already being able to tell the boy was about to say something stupid.

“You could change that.” He suggested with a smirk.

You rolled your eyes, mumbling something under your breath about how you ‘didn’t mean it that way’– yet you still brought his face closer to yours with slightly shaky hands.

“Your insufferable.” You said as menacingly as you could, but the twinkle on your eyes betrayed you.

Jisung’s breath caught in his throat when you held his face in both your palms, cold from the air outside. He hesitantly brought one of his own hands to your cheek before closing the space between you two.

The kiss was soft, just a slow brush of your lips– neither of you confident enough go beyond that. In any case, you didn’t have the time to, hearing someone– undoubtedly the seeker– climbing up to the treehouse. You quickly broke apart and stood up, preparing yourselves for the impending race.

Your lips still tingled faintly as he looked at you and sharply nodded his head once. You nodded back, mouthing, “On three…”

—

As the days stretched on, hanging out with Jisung in between your duties proved to be a fun past time. Sure, he still teased you a lot, but more than made up for it by making you laugh hysterically. He’d been the mood maker during your time as a camper. Jisung always managed to rally the other kids’ spirits and always had a great story for the nights spent around the campfire.

On your second Saturday back at camp, you two were seated outside your cabin as you usually did when you were both off duty. It was the onset of summer the small room felt too stuffy at times. You’d helped him make sure the older campers he was in charge of weren’t getting into any trouble before retiring for the night. For those rascals, truth or dare had become riskier and ‘7 minutes in heaven’ was now the go-to game for a night spent indoors.

You and Jisung recalled one such occasion during your own teen years when he had lied you were his girlfriend to get out of kissing Felix in a game of spin the bottle. You didn’t understand why he’d done it; Jisung had kissed virtually all his friends at least once– and Felix was no exception. You’d now found yourself in the middle of the drama, your other campmates still demanding a kiss between you two to keep the game going.

Felix had eyed you sceptically as you fumbled for a way to back out. That boy had been Jisung’s bunkmate that summer and the previous one as well. Felix would surely have known if the two of you had something going on; the campers had a habit of sneaking into each other’s cabins when they dated.

The freckled boy’s voice was so low in the morning that it had scared the shit out of Jisung every day for the first two weeks spent as his bunkmate. The two of you burst out laughing at the memory of him spraining his ankle on the first week of that summer, having fallen out of bed at the sound of Felix’s rumbling morning voice. It had resulted in Jisung having to trade in the much coveted top bunk to prevent any chance of breaking a limb in his spooked frenzy.

“Hey! You wouldn’t have fared any better!” he managed between laughs, trying to save some face. “It’s hard to convince your brain at six in the morning that no, there isn’t any demon under you plotting to drag you into the underworld.”

The conversation then shifted to your future plans. Every new thing Jisung discovered about you left him yearning to know you at a greater depth. Jisung was going to study music and producing, naturally. He was still nervous about it, stomach churning from the thought of the calibre of classmates he’d have at the college he was accepted to.

“You’ve got the talent and the drive for it,” you reassured him with an earnest smile. You leaned your hand on your palm as you gave him your full attention, genuinely interested in his aspirations. You knew Jisung didn’t open up to many people about these things, afraid that they’d find his ranting tiresome. You wanted to make sure he knew you enjoyed listening.

Jisung couldn’t hold eye contact for long- eyes straying from yours every now and then. You were sat there looking at him with that look you had cast on him so many times before; one that made his stomach do backflips. It was a look of trust… of belief that his thoughts were not only valid but mattered. There weren’t that many people out there who took their time to just listen in the way you did. Not only to him; Jisung admired the caring nature you extended to everyone around you. It’s one of the things that made you a great Counsellor; the kids felt not only safe, but also heard when with you.

“Don’t look at me like that!” He whined, subconsciously hiding his flushed face behind his hand.

“Like what?” You chuckled. You fought back the flustered panic rising in your chest. Had your eyes let on too much? You were usually good at schooling your smitten expression in front of Jisung (or so you thought) but it seems the comfort of the moment had made you drop your guard.

“Like that,” He explained unhelpfully, wiggling his fingers in your direction. It really wasn’t like Jisung at all… the way he talked to you, treated you and behaved towards you made him seem so immature. Everything he said ended up sounding childish. It was rapidly getting worse the closer you two grew.

“Anyways,” he said, shaking his head and trying to regain his wits. “I’ve been working on something. Would you like to hear it?”

“If you’re going to try serenading me I swear-”

“No, no,” he laughed, getting shy again at the memory of that night so many years ago. “It’s…”

He trailed off, not wanting to give too much away. “I don’t want to give any spoilers!” He stood up and gestured for you to do the same. “Just come inside.”

Jisung turned on his laptop– his only possession separated from the heap of clothes and his other belongings sprawled on his top bunk– and pulled up a file labelled ‘Close’. He kept his eyes trained on the floor as he played you a snippet. The song had an upbeat and floaty vibe to it, the kind you loved. It eased the weight of the lyrics that carried such unaffected depth, typical of Jisung’s song-writing. He blushed as you praised him when the track-in-progress came to an end, attempting to downplay how good the song really was, but you didn’t let him. He cleared his throat, struggling to explain the meaning behind the song when yet again faced with your undivided attention. Around you all the bright ideas in his head came out messy and uncoordinated, even when he’d thought about what he wanted to say beforehand.

You held out your hand as you hit the replay button on his laptop and pulled him up.

“Dance with me?” you asked simply. It wasn’t really optional, considering you’d already brought him to his feet, but Jisung wouldn’t have declined anyways. You put your hands on his shoulders as you danced in the small space between your two beds. He tentatively brought his hands up to your waist with a small grin.

“Better not crush my toes with your great big feet,” he teased, taking one step closer to you and laughing as you swatted his chest with a grumble. Holding you in this way shouldn’t be having the effect that it is on him. But what did he expect? Every time he so much as looked at you for too long his breath caught in his throat. As always, the only distraction Jisung could find from the feelings blossoming within was to poke fun at you.

The song came to an end as the two of you were swaying silently, simply enjoying the moment. In any case, you both lacked the courage to do much else. Without realizing it, you had gotten closer– way closer then when you’d begun… but neither of you could find the will to pull away.

He should honestly just go for it.

Jisung was honestly one of the suavest guys he knew. It shouldn’t be this difficult. Why was it, anyways? He was a grown man, he reasoned to himself. Kissing his crush didn’t have to be like pulling teeth. Jisung shook his fears away as he held your chin in between his fingers, eyes imploring your own. You slipped your arms around his neck and he shut his eyes, letting you close the gap between you two.

The kiss felt different from anything he’d experienced previously. Your lips pressed against his with so much care, conveying everything you couldn’t put into words.  When you pulled away your pretty eyes remained focused on his lips in a way that made him want to dip back in for more. Everything about you did.

He held you close to him by the waist, loosely enough in case you wanted to step back. You placed a hand over his chest, eyes telling him all he needed to know as you felt his heartbeat pick up under your palm.

“Hey…” he chanced, rocking you slowly to a rhythm no one else but the two of you could seem to hear. You appeared to be waltzing… lost in each other’s gazes as you both slowly shed the layers of pretence keeping you apart.

“Hmm?” You replied softly, careful not to break the comfortable silence.

“Be my girl,” he pleaded. Jisung drew you into a hug and leaned his cheek against yours, sighing at his lack of tact. You pulled back and smiled coyly at him before you playfully danced out of his reach. You plopped down on your bed, not anticipating the way he followed you and kneeled at your side so you were somewhat at eye level.

“Why should I?” You asked with your eyebrow raised and hands crossed over your chest. You’d expected a clever quip in return but he merely pouted at your answer.

“Haven’t I proven myself enough?” he whined. In spite of yourself, you reached out a hand and threaded your fingers through his hair. It had grown longer in the time he’d been here, brown strands tickling his neck. He sighed at the feeling, weighing his next words before he spoke again.

“Have you ever had sex before?”

The question stumbled out ungracefully. Its randomness made you raise your eyebrows and laugh. If it were anyone else, he’d have probably been able to say that smoother, maybe slip a warm palm up your thigh. But no, around you Han Jisung was an idiot. 

You nodded your head, then– as if you’d suddenly recalled something funny–  grinned and added, “Never with a boy, though.”

The reference had him chuckling in spite of his nerves, helping him relax a little. Of course, this peace was disrupted by what you said next.

“You could change that…” You suggested, trailing off in your slight uncertainty. You cleared your throat when Jisung looked at you blankly, examining your hands like they were suddenly the most interesting thing in earth as you tried to look anywhere in the room but him. He laughed quietly and brought your face back round to face him.

“You’re insufferable,” he said softly, teasing glint still dancing in his eyes. Jisung brought up his hand to your face and leaned in for the second time that night. The kiss was firmer this time round. His lips moved against yours with a newfound determination, tongue sliding against your lips and seeking entrance beyond them. His other hand trailed up you your arm to gently tug at your elbow, moving you closer to him.

You pulled him up onto the bed and he hit his head on the top bunk in the process. He groaned as he sunk down and you couldn’t help but break the kiss to laugh at him.

“See what I go through for you?” he joked, rubbing his forehead with a grimace.

“Okay,” you conceded. “I’ll give you a shot.”

“Really?” He exclaimed, eyes wide with excitement and reddening forehead forgotten.

“Just for the summer…” You negotiated. “You’re on probation.”

“Well, that’s better than nothing,” he shrugged before laying down on your bed and pulling you on top of him. You straddled him as your head lowered to his once again, closing your eyes as the feeling of his lips against your own and hands roaming your body engulfed you.

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You woke up to the soft morning light slipping under your curtains and the feeling of Jisung’s breath against your neck. He’d nuzzled himself there and was borderline laying on top of you. He looked so peaceful like this, his toned back rising and falling with each breath he took. His leg was thrown over your own and you gently pried him off so you could go to the bathroom.

You gazed at your reflection in the sink’s mirror, noticing a very conspicuous mark on your neck that you’d have to cover up later. You ran your fingertips over it, smiling like an idiot. Why was it so hard for you to admit your feelings for this guy? Everyone could see there was something deeper between you two. Even one of the kids had pryingly asked if he was your boyfriend.

Every summer, all the relationships the two of you might have had over the school year dissipated into thin air the second camp began. Jisung seemed to forget the relevance of them all when you were in question. On your end, you struggled to mask your smile when someone brought his name up. Both his goofy and serious side were so special to you. His serious expression as he jotted down lyrics used to make your stomach flutter– you realized it still did when he was talking about his song to you last night.

You gazed at your reflection again, searching your own eyes for an answer you already held within you… could you be falling in love?

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The weeks flew by and before you knew it, your final time at this camp was coming to an end. You and Jisung had been… busy, in between your Counselling duties. There were several times over the course of the past few weeks when you’d woken up in his bed instead of yours.

Nevertheless, you’d surprisingly enjoyed your duties. The kids this summer where a nice lot, especially considering you hadn’t been assigned to deal with the older ones. It was harder for them to take your instructions as they could see you weren’t much older than them. You didn’t know how Jisung managed.

On the last week you and Jisung were yet again sat outside your cabin, sharing a pack of gummy bears.

“So… am I off probation now?” he asked teasingly.

“Still thinking about it.” You deadpanned, resolutely staring ahead into the darkness.

“C’mon don’t be difficult,” He whined. “Admit it, I’m the best boyfriend you’ve ever had.”

“Nope,” you said, giggling. “You’re the only boyfriend I’ve ever had.”

“So that automatically makes me the best!” He argued with a grin. “No competition… you’d just be comparing me to me.”

“I said you’re my first boyfriend, not first relationship,” you corrected him. “Don’t get to cocky,” you said throwing him a wink.

It was comical, really, the way he pouted at your answer. His eyes suddenly lit up as he dragged you up from your seat.

“Where are we going?”

“Just follow me.” He said with faux exhaustion, mumbling about how stubborn you were.

The stars twinkled above you and you could hear that distant hooting of owls from the nearby forest. The moon proudly lit your path as you recognized it as the route to the camp’s old well. It had no use really, and hadn’t in about 15 years.

You remember your third summer at camp when Jisung had jumped into it after you’d rejected him.

He’d stayed down that well until a Counsellor had to grudgingly get him out. Jisung had been a menace at the time. The only Counsellor who’d managed to tame him was a junior named Minho. Jisung didn’t seem to care about how much grief he caused them during activities- always stirring up some kind of mischief. You’d frequently catch him looking your way, as if he was specifically waiting for your reaction to his antics.  Jisung liked to see you laugh at his jokes, beyond giddy to know he’d contributed to that beautiful smile of yours. He always strived to make his mark, he didn’t want to just hang or linger around you… a brief distraction that you’d forget by the end of the day. For reasons unknown to him, Jisung had wanted to be more than that to you.

Just like back then, he sat on the well’s edge.

“Be my baby,” he asked, already struggling to bite back a laugh. He threw in a ‘please’ for good measure. “I swear I’ll jump in if you say no again.”

The well’s depth wasn’t as deep or intimidating now considering you were both full adults, but the thought of having to haul him out in the dead of night did not sound appealing, so you agreed immediately. You chuckled as he stood up and made his way to you with a visible spring in his step.

“You’re so stubborn.” You scolded him as he gallantly took your hands in his.

“Annoying, childish, a thorough idiot...” He confirmed, taking another step closer to you. “Who's low-key in love with you.”

“Completely insufferable...” was the last thing you managed to stutter out before he crashed his lips into yours, cradling your face in both his hands. He titled his head and deepened the kiss after a short while, nearly tumbling you both over in the process. You snorted into the kiss and the two of you broke apart in peals of laughter.

It seemed that no matter how many times he did this, he was still messy, still uncoordinated and not much unlike the young campers you watched over.

In front of you, his love, Han Jisung was still a kid.

⚝A/N: Thank you for reading (⁠◠⁠‿⁠・⁠)⁠—⁠☆ This concept has been in my mind since May aah I'm happy to finally have it completed. If you enjoyed the story kindly reblog!

Stray kids family as an actual family

⚝fic type: headcannon (comedy/crack)

⚝genre/contains: a rundown of the kinds of relatives you will encounter at a typical family gathering, except it’s stray kids

⚝word count: 1.5k

⚝A/N: hi hi! if you’ve ever been to a large family gathering you’ll probably relate to one of these, no matter where you're from haha. did these from jeongin -> chan instead of the usual order to spice things up (⁠◠⁠‿⁠◕⁠) p.s: this is just for giggles so don't take it too seriously. enjoy!

｡Yang Jeongin*ﾟ

Grandma Jeongin has two modes, and she will be interrogating you either way.

Most of the time she’s talking about other family members while she cooks or cleans up the kitchen. Jeongin knows who is most likely to get married next, who will never get married, who’s about to get a divorce and even which of your cousins is at loggerheads with their respective bosses.

Whether she ends up being right about her crazy notions or not, she does not care. Jeongin will always have something to talk about, no matter how controversial it may be.

If you’re in the kitchen, then it seems you must automatically join in on these speculations. Better play it up, because it’ll distract her from putting you on dish duty- and get you early access to whatever she’s cooking up (a storm piece of cake).

“Help your grandmother,” she’ll grumble, if she figures she won’t get much out of you. “Kids these days. When I was your age I didn’t have to be asked. You’ll never find a spouse with this behaviour.”

At other times, your favourite granny is sweet once she’s been sated by her 4th cup of tea. Or a cup of soda, on days she’s feeling ‘adventurous and bold’. Jeongin will spontaneously call you over and ask you who your girlfriend or boyfriend is now. Jeongin wants to know what you’ve been doing with your whole life, but all in good faith haha.

Grandma Jeongin will also be commenting on your fashion choices and giving you rather outdated skincare tips on how to age gracefully like her.

｡Kim Seungmin*ﾟ

The cousin you’re always being compared to, academically or otherwise. Seungmin is 100% that overachiever who is constantly being praised by all your uncles and aunts who think the world of him.

It’s hard not to be jealous or annoyed when your parents compare you to your genius cousin and ask you unbelievable questions. “Why can’t you get A’s like Seungmin?”

No matter what you’ve done in your life, it seems Seungmin has outdone you lmao. He’s the golden child who can do no wrong and you just have to live with it.

In spite of the pressure to be perfect, Seungmin is still really fun to be around. He’ll also do your homework/projects for you if you ask nicely enough.

(Who are we kidding, this is Kim Seungmin. You’ll probably have to cough up some cash haha.)

｡Lee Felix*ﾟ

The fun cousin. Now, one person like this is enough to survive a family gathering.

Felix is the cousin who you need to show up. He’s the person who actually makes family gatherings tolerable. Like, if Felix doesn’t pull up then everyone is kind of bored.

He’s everyone’s favourite cousin; you can count on him to make those boring dinners interesting, and be your crime partner in the event you and your cousins plan to sneak out- distracting you guys’ parents with detailed stories of how he managed to win 63 medals in ‘taekwondaur’.

He’s the adults’ favourite, too. When you were children, and needed to send someone to ask for permission to game/watch TV, he was for sure the one appointed- because no one can say no to him.

When your grandmother is interrogating you and you can’t think of an exit plan, this cousin will charmingly swoop in and save your ass.In any kind of familial sticky situation, Felix has got your back.

｡Han Jisung*ﾟ

Han was probably forced to come lmfao. He was most likely threatened by his parents because they’re tired of being asked where their son is and why he won’t visit.

Jisung is that relative you see once in a blue moon. You’re not quite sure what side of the family he’s from, but you are somehow related. You barely know anything about this guy- what he does for a living, or if he’s been to college… Han Jisung is quite the mystery.

He’s the person that shows up late, leaves early, and is really just there for the food. You don’t really blame him, though; family gatherings can be exhausting. It’s understandable that some people would rather just bypass as many of them as possible.

Your other relatives will call him antisocial because he’s mostly on his phone, but he’s really just trying to avoid being spotted (and probed) by Grandma Jeongin- or Auntie Lee Know, who you’ll meet further down this post haha. Someone like Felix might manage to rope him into making conversation here and there, but Jisung’s interest widely remains at large.

Jisung disappears from the feast as quietly as he came in, and it takes a while for anyone to notice his absence. With his ability to remain evasive, Han might as well be a spy bahah.

｡Hwang Hyunjin*ﾟ

The rich aunt who lives abroad and only comes to visit every three or four years. All the kids love her because she comes loaded with presents for everyone. She’s super fun to be around because she’s got this carefree nature that’s simply infectious. Hyunjin just oozes rich auntie vibes. I mean, did you see him in that 5-star trailer?! Definitely the one who’s been supplying Grandma Jeongin with her collection of eccentric footwear.

Since she’s not around much she doesn’t know what you like, and will give you enough money to buy yourself something nice. Aunt Hyunjin will also come through for you in any financial trial you might be going through. You need a new computer? She’s on it. Rent is due and you’re in a tight spot? Aunt Hyunie to the rescue!

Of course, quality family time cannot be substituted with money, no matter the amount. But hey, if Hyunjin wants to slap a fat wad of cash in your hand, you’re not complaining…

｡Seo Changbin*ﾟ

The relative who can’t stop gushing over how big you’ve grown. Whether you’re 15 or 28, you’ll have to endure his speculations over how it was ‘just the other day’ when he was changing your diapers, and look at you now. Once he’s had a drink or two, Changbin does not hesitate to dish out super embarrassing stories of you as a child.

Nevertheless, Changbin is really fun to be around. He’s present at most family gatherings and more or less keeps them happening.

Changbin is also that uncle who’s trying to help everyone get their lives in order lmfao. You’d easily mistake him for a life coach or fitness guru with the way he’s spewing out tips on how to live a healthier lifestyle every 15 minutes. His advice is valid, sure, but you’re really just trying to enjoy your food, you know?

“You shouldn’t be drinking that. Don’t you know coca cola can be used as a toilet cleaner?! And you’re still willingly ingesting it…” He’d say, shaking his head in disappointment.

｡Lee Know*ﾟ

The nosy aunt.

Auntie Lee Know will sidle up to you with an offering of cookies or potato chips while she not-so-subtly pries into your dating life. Given the chance, she can turn any encounter you have into the possible beginning of a romantic trope. You tell her someone was glaring at you on the bus? Strangers to lovers. Your classmate keeps gloating over the fact that they beat you in a recent exam? Academic rivals to lovers.

For all its worth, Auntie Lee Know is a fantastic cook and the thought of her beef wellington gets you through most interrogations.

If Auntie Lee Know isn’t grilling you, then she is most definitely gossiping in the kitchen with Granny Jeongin about you and everyone else. Those two are a force to reckon with when put together. And there is really no escaping them when they get their hands on you. Like, you literally can never win, this auntie wants to know it all.

Auntie Lee Know also acts as the kitchen’s bodyguard, keeping out hungry relatives (mostly her brother, Changbin) until Jeongin is done cooking. Beware, she’s armed with a wooden spoon and she sure as hell knows how to use it!

｡Bang Chan*ﾟ

That foive-year-old kid you find sleeping in your bed when you sneak away to your room for some quiet time.

If you’ve ever hosted a family gathering at your house, you’ll know what I’m talking about.

Sometimes you just need a moment to pull away from everything, and what better solace than your bedroom? Of course, you do not expect to find someone’s kid lying on your bed, and drooling on your pillow.

Going back into the fray to enquire who’s baby it is would only beat the purpose of your sneaking away, and additionally show your room to unnecessary people who might decide it’s the perfect place to lay down their babies too!

And you are not trying to run a day-care here.

Chan would also be that one kid who keeps asking if you have games on your phone. RIP your peace of mind if he finds out you’ve got Pokémon on there.

You can’t find it in you to get mad at him, though. After all, it’s not his fault that his slightly irresponsible parents left him in your room.

⚝A/N: Thank you for reading! As a present for making it to the end, here’s visual proof of Lee Know being the nosy aunt that he is jksbdiskancdg 💀 I hope they film skz family 3 this year, sigh... need to know if Chan is secretly Seungmin's son. Anyways, remember to reblog and share your thoughts with me if you enjoyed ʕ⁠ノ⁠•⁠ᴥ⁠•⁠ʔ⁠ノ

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Han Jisung x reader (Y/N)

'You know that Jennie alreaddy found her soulmate?'

'How is that possible?!'

'I don't know.'

'I am looking for mine, for the past year. The past YEAR!'

'You will find your soulmate, i promise. Just take a chill pill.'

'You are easy talking Ashly. You alreaddy found yours.'

'Hey, i just got lucky.'

'Lucky bastard.'

'Cmon have some hope.'

'Yeah, like i still have that.'

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You were sitting in the back row. Your books placed in a very particular way. Your professor was sitting at his desk, sipping from his coffee.

Actually he was sipping way to loudly, it annoyed you. You saw other students started to come inside.

Suddenly you saw somebody. You never saw him here before. Maybe a new student? Could be? He turned his head around and immediatly saw you.

Your eyes connected like magnets, you couldn't let go off his eyes. He stared into your soul, you kinda liked it.

He came up to the back room and sat next to you.

Your body shivered, and your two body's wanted to touch eachother. There was like a sort of power field which tried to connect you two. The weird tense between you two started to grow. Your hand tried to reach out for his, but you controlled it.

'I am Y/N.' you suddenly said. 'And you are?'

In your mind, a little voice said: Han.

'I am Han, Han Jisung.'

That was problaby a lucky guess of yours.

'Cool name.' you smiled.

'Are you new here?'

'Yes, i am.'

'You know people here?'

'No, not really.'

'You can stick with me, like a magnet. If you want to ofcourse...'

'Sure, thank you Y/N.' you both smiled at eachother.

When the less started, you couldn't keep your hands away from him. One moment, you felt his hand next to yours. One time he suddenly grabbed your hand.

After 30 minutes he realised he was holding your hand.

'I am sorry.' he whispered.

'Its okay.' you winked.

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You two became close friends, because there was this weird tense between you two. It was easier to connect because of it. You both also had a sense of humor. A match-made in heaven you can say.

In the past week, weird situations happend. Let me explain...

It was very strange, when you felt pain, he also did. You felt joy, he was happy. You were secretly crying in your dorm, his eyes were red. It was very very strange, but you never thought something about it, untill now...

Today you were chilling with Lee Know and Changbin. Just watching a movie, eating some popcorn. Very unhealthy, but what does it matter?

'I don't get it, why are people in horror movies always so stupid.' Lee Know complained.

'Appartently, they like to die.'

'I would fight them, but nobody would harm me, mister cutie pie.'

you and Lee Know rolled your eyes.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door.

'I will open.'

'Okay.' Changbin said with a moutfull of popcorn.

You went to the door and opened it. By your susprise, you saw Han standing there. In a green sweater. h

'Oh hey Han. Watcha doing?'

'I am bored, can i stay with you?'

'Yeah sure, but you problaby mean me, Changbin and Lee Know.'

'They are here?"

'Yeah we watching a scary movie!'

'Cool!' he jumped in excitement.

You laughed, because it was kinda... cute...

You were sitting on the couch, covered by a blanket. Lee Know was getting more snacks because Changbin ate them all. You saw Han sitting on the cold floor.

'You can sit with me.'

'Hey psst, Han!'

'Yeah, sorry what did you say?'

'You can sit next to me. Under the warm blanket!'

'You don't need to- you know nevermind.' he jumped into the couch under the blankets.

'This blanket is so soft!' he says stunned.

'I have two of them!'

'Really?! Gimme it!'

'Here catch!' you threw it in his face, kind of.

'Thank you.'

All four of you were watching the scary movie. As always Lee Know complained about the tiny little stuff. Changbin stared with big eyes. You and Han were very close to eachother. Just staring open-mouthed towards the screen.

Suddenly you both got a jumpscare of the sudden scene. He wrapped his arms around your waist. You stayed in that position for about 20 minutes. The warmth of his body made you calm. You observed his facial features. His eyes were so beautifull and his lips so full. You wondered how they felt... were they soft?

Were his hands soft? On your body.... you gasped of the thoughts. Slapping your face.

'What is wrong?'

'Nothing, nothing. I am just *yawn* so tired. I am going to mine bed, y'all can watch the movie further.'

'Oww... you sure?'

'I am sure. Goodnight you three.'

You never had such dirty thoughts...

You layed down on your bed, staring at the ceiling. Not even 5 minutes had passed and you wanted to go back... back to Han... Hannie.

You looked at your door, wanting to go back into his arms. You missed his warmth.

You stood up and walked over towards your door. You opened it and bumped into someone. You looked up and saw two beautifull brown eyes staring at you.

'Han, what are you doing here?' you asked. Your hands placed on his chest.

'Your eyes are beautifull.'

'What?'

'Nothing.. Can i come in?'

'Sure sure.' you smiled

'Wow your bed is big!'

'Yeah.'

He ran and jumped into it.

'So soft.'

you giggled.

'Come lay next to me.'

you ran and jumped into the blankets.

You layed on the bed and looked towards the ceiling. You could feel Han's movements next to you. Suddenly he placed his head in his hand and looked at you. You noticed his eyes on your body.

'What are you looking at?'

He came closer to you . You felt his breath against your cheek.

You observed his lips. Looking from his eyes towards his lips. Maybe he will understand the hint. Your hands wandering on his chest.

His face was maybe a inch away from yours. His hands on your waist.

You cupped his face and brought your two lips together. Melting away from the taste of his tongue. The kiss was firm and soft, but it started to get more sloppy and wild. You wanted him here, right now. Not wanting to waste any time.

'Gosh Y/N, i cannot stop touching you.' he said.

His hands cupping your cheek. Looking through your eyes like its nothing. The connection between you two was so strong, you couldn't understand.

He connected his lips with your again, this time a bit roughly but still soft. His hands on your waist and your hands embracing his neck. Your tongues swirling together. Your hands wandering under his shirt to feel his muscels.

You heard his whimpers when your touched his tummy. It felt weird to have so much power. His hands interwined with yours and he pinned you against the matress. His tongue exploring the inside of your mouth. He founded your little moans adorable.

With one of his hands he pinned both of your arms on the matress, but the other one started to reach under. His hand found a way in your panties. Your fold were alreaddy wet of his touch and feeling.

'Oh baby, baby alreaddy so wet for me.' his finger slipping in your folds. You could feel his bulge grinding against your pussy.

'Oh Hannie.' you moaned into his mouth. Gripping into his arms. Suddenly he started to play with your clit much faster than you exspected. Your back arched and moans escaped from your mouth.

'I-i am ab-bout to-.' suddenly he stopped.

'I want you to cum all over mine cock baby.' your hands reached over to his belt, undoing it as fast as possible and pulling his pants and underpants down. His cock was big, but like big big. He threw his shirt to the ground. Your eyes were fixated towards his tiny waist.

He took his hard lenght towards you entrance. Sliding into you with a groan. His hands pining yours again on the matress. You let out a moan because of the stretch.

'S-so tight baby.' he groaned. He started to pump into you slowly. Never breaking eye contact. He loved your bright red cheeks. You looked so adorable under him. Overwhelming with pleasure. Your brain couldn't think straight anymore.

He pace started to get a bit faster. His kisses were this time sloppy but still you enjoyed it. His wet hair strands were tickling your face. He started to pump faster and faster into you. Your hands went into his hair.

'Oh, hannie, i-i can'-t.' your eyes rolling into the back of your head, your tongue sticking out of your mouth like a puppy. One of his hands went to cup your cheek, while he pumped into you.

'D-darling, y-you are doing so great.' his attention only focusing on you. His eyes were so beautifull. His sweatty body on yours. You let your arm hang and started to rub against your own clit. The feeling was so overwhelming that you cummed without any warning.

He stayed pumping into you untill he came with a big groan.

He gave you a sloppy kiss again. His hands embracing your body. You could feel his warmth, you could smell his perfume. After he cleaned you up and himself.

You hugged into the crook of his neck, you both decided to stay naked. To feel eachothers body completly.

'I love you baby, so much.' he whispered.

'I love you more.' you kissed his cheek. Your legs wrapping around his waist. Both willing to stay like this forever.

Forever, together.

Nothing would seperate you two.

Cupido would take care of that.

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Husband!Han x wife!fem!reader

Category: fluff ❤,angst ☁︎ (technically their is some smut, maybe a tiny tiny bit, you won't even notice!)

Warnings: ♡ None ♡ (a tiny tiny tiny bit smut, but you won't notice)

You were happily married to your highschool sweetheart, Han Jisung. You had three beautifull children. Two boys and one girl, the boys were named Han Jr. and Sungie. The girl was named Scarlett-Soo, (you named her).

The two boys were already teenagers and the girl had just turned nine. One day you were in the kitchen, cooking some food. Your daughter came up to you and asked:

'엄마 (mama), how did you and 다다이즘 (dada) meet?'

You smiled , those precious moments, your teenage years were filled with Hannie, your precious husband, your entire world.

'I met your 다다이즘 (dada) a long time ago...'

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How you met is a very beautiful story. It was a beautiful day... in the 90s... a beautiful school day. This day, April 10, 1994, would change everything for you. Exactly 30 years ago you met the love of your life...

You were 14 at the time in 1994. You were a troublemaker, a real teenager.

You were in class, of course you were sitting very far away from your best friend. You could never be quiet and always burst into fits of laughter.

'Good morning students. Everyone, pick up your books on page 224. Today we're going to delve deeper into the literature of William Shakespeare.'

Here we go again, you thought. Suddenly the classroom door opened and you saw a boy standing there. Your eyes were immediately glued to him.

"I apologize for disturbing you, but I have a new student here for you."

He gave some documents to your teacher, he read them thoroughly.

“Han Jisung… welcome to this school. You can take a seat in the front row next to…”

his gaze suddenly turned cold “…I/N Y/N.”

he pointed in your direction. Of course you knew that your teacher never liked you, ever since day one, but that didn't bother you. You liked some challenges.

The boy named Han looked in your direction. His face radiated a kind of friendliness.

“Howdy neighbor, my name is Y/N.”

"Hey, my name is Han, Han Jisung."

'Cool.'

Such an innocent introduction grew into something much bigger, and you didn't even realize it at the time.

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The two of you were running from a teacher. Why actually? Han was a real joker and troublemaker just like you. You placed small needles on your teacher's chair, I don't have to explain the rest.

You were laughing as you ran. Everyone could hear an ego from your laughter. Of course you were the only ones who were so loud.

'Anyway.'

"Maybe we should use super glue..."

'Or duck tape...'

'Or rope...'

'We are brilliant.'

"That's because there are two of us."

'Better a duo than uno.'

“Wise words from Han Jisung.”

'Fantastic.'

you gave each other a high-five.

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“Hello Miss I/N.”

Han said to your mother.

'Ahh, hello Han. How's school? Didn't you play too many tricks?'

"No, not too much."

She laughed.

"You two sneaks go upstairs."

'Thank you, Madam.'

Your mother thought you were hilarious, of course if it went too far, she would stop it. But you were raised very well, with the idea of ​​still showing respect.

The two of you went to your room. You had a boombox in your room with all kinds of CDs. Han turned on some music and you started dancing and singing together. You held hands and started spinning each other around.

Your parents heard you from downstairs.

"These two scoundrels." your mother laughed.

'Just like us.' your father added with a kiss.

Your father and mother loved each other dearly.

"Those two are going to end up together."

'Do you think?'

'I don't think, I know.'

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1997

'Hannie!'

you shouted whenever you saw him. You ran to him and brought him in for a cuddle.

'How are you doing?'

"You act like we haven't seen each other for years."

'Alright sir. Did anything special happen?'

His face lit up.

"Yes, I dared to ask a girl out!"

You were super happy for him.

'Real?! Finally, what's her name?'

“Her name is Jennie, she's in my English class. She has beautiful black hair and she's just so... I don't know how to explain it.'

'Aww, Hannie. Do you know what to do? Introduce her to our friend group!'

'Is that a good idea?'

'Sure!

' You were happy for him...

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After school, Han took Jennie to the skate park, where your group of friends always sat. She was very friendly and happy.

Your group of friends consisted of Lee Know, you, Han, Hanni and Jin. Everyone liked her except Hanni... because she was actually trying to set you up with Han.

You were all chatting with each other when suddenly Han gave Jennie a little kiss.

Something inside you broke. You thought maybe it was normal because you were a single pringle and always have been. Maybe it's just weird to see that.

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You tried to convince yourself for a month that this wasn't a crush. No, that's just not possible, this was Han. Han your best friend. Ordinary Han.

After a while you started dreaming about him too. Sometimes tears would well up in your eyes when you talked to Jennie. It wasn't until a week later that you realized... you were in love with him....

Of course the first person you told was Hanni, your best friend. It was immediate drama.

“Are you serious Y/N?! I've been trying to set you up for years, and only now have I stopped doing so.'

"How could I know that?"

"Because you know your feelings, right?" '

Yes I think..'

"Look, Han has a girlfriend now." "

Yes, I know, but every time I see them..."

tears came to your eyes.

"...I-I don't know why...but..."

Hanni hugged you.

'Shh, I get it, I get it, you compris je comprends. Look, if it's true love, fate will do you good.'

'Do you think?'

'I don't just think so, I definitely am'

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2000

You were now 19. And still Han didn't break up with his girlfriend, Jennie. You weren't angry about that, of course, but it was painful to see them kissing or hugging each other.

Of course if Han was happy, you were happy too, you always wished him happiness.

One day you thought, I'm nineteen, maybe I should try to get to know someone? Maybe that will help me? Maybe... You and Han drifted a little further apart, but not too far.

One day you met someone, his name was Changbin, you wanted to introduce him to the rest... You went to the skate park with him, after all these years it was still your meeting place.

'Hello everyone, I want to introduce someone to you. This is Changbin.”

Han looked up at him and you. At first he thought it was strange that you hadn't said anything about it, but that wasn't always the case.

Changbin's arm surrounded you, which bothered Han a bit, but he had a girlfriend, so... Everyone thought Changbin was fantastic. They thought he was hilarious and his laughter was contagious.

When he started laughing, everyone around him automatically laughed too, except Han...

Han didn't know what was wrong with him. Something stuck in his heart. He just couldn't bear it.

Eventually he also started to neglect his girlfriend a bit. They eventually broke up.

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2002

After two years, you and Changbin broke up. It wasn't a bad break up. You still remained friends. It was a bit difficult at first, but after two months you were back on your own two feet. You were at university at that time, so your studies were more important.

You and Han still hadn't shared your feelings with each other, even though everyone in your group of friends knew what was going on between you. It was just too hard. You were both too scared to lose your friendship. Of course you guys went on innocent dates sometimes, if you know what I mean.

In 2002 you also started your own career. You had a great passion for music, so you started your own band. It was called Xoxo. That band put you in the spotlight. It was a very popular band in the 2000s.

Your concept changed fashion. You were in that band with four other girls. Collette, Coraline, Violette and Diasy. You always just called them: Coll, Cori, Vicky and Dia. Han also came into the spotlight through his boy group Straykids. It was a strange year, 2002.

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2006

When you were 25, the girlgroup Xoxo disbanded. The girls still had fame, everyone went their own path. You went off to the path of acting.

You and Han had finally shared your feelings towards each other. After so many years, you finally dared to take each other's hands and start a new chapter in your lives. Of course you didn't get married right away. Even though you loved each other for 9 years.

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2009

You and Han got married in 2009. It was a beautiful wedding, very traditional. The wedding party was attended by his boy group Straykids, of course the former members of Xoxo and not forgetting your group of friends from your teenage years.

Your parents told all kinds of stories about the two of you, back when you were teenagers. The wedding night was the best night of your life. It was full of love and passion, the love and passion you shared for each other.

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2010

2010 was the birth of your first child, Han Jr. Han didn't leave your side during the birth. He held your hand the whole time.

You were proud of yourselves for being able to create something so wonderful. Such a beautiful little baby. Han thought it was so wonderful that tears rolled down his cheeks.

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2011

Your second baby boy was born, Sungie. The birth took 20 hours, not the birth itself, but to get to 10 centimeters. It was a hard time that day, but you did it. You could say Sungie was a very special baby boy, he had the perfect weight and perfect measurements, but every baby is special in his own way.

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2015

You and Han focused for a while on your careers and on your two baby boys. But one day, you accidently got pregnant. Not really 'accidently', but the pregnancy wasn't planned. When you two found out it was a girl, you were pretty excited. A little baby girl, Han's little princess.

The moment Han saw her, he couldn't get away from her. She was daddy's little princess, she still is and forever will be.

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2015-2024

Through the years you won many oscars and Han many grammy's. Straykids did eventually disband, but they were still very close. People always asked how you two always stayed this young. You could say that your kids kept you youthy, but you two always were very childish. Han didn't even change a bit, you didn't either. You love grew foreachother everyday. You two still acted a bit like horny teenagers when you two were home alone.

Han Jr. was alreaddy populair at school, you couldn't say you were suprised. He had the looks and the character from his dad, no wonder the girls twirl around him.

Sungie was a more shy-type, but that doesn't mean people liked him less. He had a very unique personality and he was a mix between you and Han. He had your eyes, Han's nose, your lips, Han's faceshape.

Scarlett-Soo was maybe daddy's girl, but she was the mini-verse of you. She was alreaddy a mischief at a young age, but you controlled it well.

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'And thats how we met Soo-Soo.'

'Wow, thats a longgg story 엄마.'

'Yeah thats love sweetty.'

'What are mine two favorite lady's talking about?' Han came inside of the kitchen.

' 엄마 told me how you two met, 다다이즘' (Mama,........ dada.)

Han came standing next to you, with his arm around your waist.

'Is that so?'

'예!' (Yes)

'Why won't you go play with your 형제, 좋아요?' (....,brothers, okay?)

'알았어, bye 엄마 아빠' (Okay,... mama and dada.)

Scarlett ran outside and started to look for her brothers.

'I hope you only told them the good stuff.' he smirked.

'With you theirs only the good stuff.' you grinned.

He brought your two lips together and kissed you softly. He bit playfully your underlip.

'Not when the kids are around,아기.' (..... darling.)

'When do their uncels come over?' he asked

'In a hour.'

'Hmmm, i will try to wait for a hour.'

'Hmm you better do baby.'

You heard your kids footsteps so you two started to talk about an other theme.

'The weather is great today, don't you think?' he said

'Oh yeah the weather, yeah its beautifull, don't you think?'

'Yeah, its beautifull.'

''알았어, Soo is annoying me again!' Sungie screamed.

'사실이 아니다!' (Not true!')

You picked her up and started rocking her.

'당신의 삼촌 , they come in less than a hour.' (Your uncels,....)

'Yay!' she moved excited.

You loved your family, you couldn't imagine your life without them. Everything was perfect, even tho sometime's there were arguments. But a marriage with no arguments, is no marriage.

'I will dress this little hamster up.'

'Okay baby.' he kissed your cheek.

'Ewww.' Han Jr. mummered.

'Love is love.' Han sang.

Love is indeed love.

・❥・Matching・❥・

Han x fem!reader

Category: angst, fluff, smut

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Sorry that i didn't post for a while, but i didn't had any inspiration. Now i have many stories in mine head i want to share with you all!

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You and Han were in a friendgroup, which was very choatic. You two knew eachother for many years and also your friendgroup. But when you guys started dating, you didn't want to tell them. Because they would be dramatic, constantly kinda 'bullying' you two because of 'love' if you understand what i mean. Maybe you should have told them you were alreaddy dating Han Jisung...

The entire friendgroup was sitting in a very popular kind of cafe (you could say.) Many young people who were single came here. Ofcourse you all came here to, because you were obviously 'singel'.

You were sitting at the usual spot. You were sitting infront of Han, just looking at eachother. Letting your feet touch his. His dark staring made you giggle behind your menu card. It was weird your friends didn't notice yet.

'I am going to take some sprite.'

'Yeah me to.'

'I will get an coca-cola.'

'For me a Tonic, because i am not as childish as you.'

'Cool for you, Yoongi, cool for you.'

'What do you guys want, Han? Y/N?'

'Yeah for me also sprite.' Han said.

'For me just water.'

"Who's going to get it?"

"Can't we just wait, it won't take long."

"It will be much shorter if someone gets up now."

"I'll do it." you sighed.

'So three sprites for Han, Hanni and Jin. 1 Coca-Cola for Lisa, a tonic for Yoongi and water for me. Okay I got it.'

You stepped towards the bar, you could still hear your friends chatting behind you. The bar was quite large, with a lot of people sitting there. A young man came to you from behind the bar.

"What could it be, young lady."

'Three sprites, 2 colas, 1 tonic and 1 water.'

'I bet the water is for you.'

'Yeah, how come?'

'Your face is as clear as water.'

Your cheeks took on a slight tint. You didn't really know how to answer this.

'Thank you.'

You've heard a bit about this guy, apparently his name was Yeonjun. He wasn't much of a flirt, so you were surprised that he flirted with you. Han glanced somewhere towards the bar, where you were standing. He found the man annoying, he revolved around you. He clicked his jaw.

"It's a lot of drinks." Yeonjun said.

'Yes, there are a lot of us.'

'Will it work?'

'I hope so.'

You already grabbed three glasses in your hands.

"Let me help you."

he picked up his plate and placed the drinks on it.

"I don't want you to hurt yourself."

Yeonjun walked behind you with the drinks. Your friends were still deep in conversation, only Han saw you coming.

"I'm here, actually we."

Yeonjun placed all the drinks on the table.

'Thank you.'

'My pleasure young lady.'

He walked slowly back to the bar. You placed yourself next to Hanni again (in front of Han).

"Didn't you see him flirting with you?"

'Really?'

You knew he was flirting with you, but you weren't interested.

"You're clearly blind."

'Yes probably.'

"You know, ask for his number." Lisa said.

'Why?'

'He's cute, handsome and he's big. He can flirt.'

'Yeah so?'

Han looked at you with a dark look. He was dark.

"You two would be really cute together."

You looked briefly at Han, his teeth were gritted. He didn't want to look at your eyes right now.

'No thanks.'

"Think about it, okay?" Hanni said.

'Yeah sure.' you said sarcastically.

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After fifteen minutes your group of friends left. You guys went to the skate park and hung out there. You were loud again, shouting and giggling. It was nice, but you could tell that Han was very quiet today. You felt guilty for a reason.

"I'm going home, I'm not feeling so well." Han said suddenly.

"Should someone come with you?"

'Should I come?' you asked.

'No, no, I'm going...I'll go alone. Bye everyone.'

Everyone looked at each other a little strangely. Yoongi thought it was the weirdest. Because he always suspected that something was going on between you and Han. And not just because you're roommates...

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You walked home fairly quickly once everyone had already gone home. You were actually running. Street after street. Right and left. You opened the door and saw Han sitting on the couch. He was watching a series.

"Hey."

He turned his head so he was looking in your direction.

"Hey."

You stepped towards him and plopped down on the couch. His eyes were glued to the TV again.

"Han, is everything okay?"

'Yes.'

he wasn't looking at you.

"Han... are you sure?"

'Yes.'

You turned his head towards you, his head between your hands.

"Han... tell the truth."

"Are you guys really cute together?"

"We're cute together, not me and him."

His puppy eyes looked in your direction.

'Do you think that?'

'Yes, oh Han. You are the only one, you will remain the only one forever.'

Your thumbs caressed his cheeks.

'I love you Hani, I love you so much. Don't you know?'

He suddenly grabbed your legs and dragged you under him.

'Mmm, I know that. Lucky for you, that I love you to.'

He lowered himself to get a touch from your lips. His tongue immediately slipped into your mouth. You ruffled his hair.

“Gosh Y/N, I love you.” he moaned.

His hands touching every part of your body. He pulled his shirt over his head. His lips immediately went to your neck, licking in circles. He bit and nibbled on your sensitive skin. Your hands went to his pants, you took off his belt with one motion. Your hands pulled down his underwear. His cock was already hard, pumping full with blood. You started to stroke his cock slowly. Whimpers fell from his mouth. His hands went under your blouse. He cupped your breasts, he slowly started to massage them.

"Oh Han." you moaned.

You could already feel yourself being wet. Your underwear felt wet.

'You like that, don't you baby.'

One of his hands started to slip down. You felt his fingers moving from your breasts closer to your weakest spot.His hand slid into your underwear. His index finger slid through your wet folds. You whined softly. Then another finger slid in. He started pumping in and out of you very slowly. You clung to his arm. You nibbled his ear playfully. You felt your legs wobble. You felt yourself coming. You clung tighter to his arm. Your nails dug into his back. He started to go faster, hearing your moans in his ears. You came with a moan and rested your head on his shoulder. He stroked your hair gently before laying you on your back. He pulled down your panties. Your legs were already spread. He positioned himself at your entrance. Your hands interwined with his. You were already used to making love to him, so the stretch didn't hurt.

He started to move slowly inside you. His eyes never left yours. He held your hands, he kissed them. You loved his touch. Han loved seeing you underneath him. Your eyes always looked up at him. You looked like a Goddess. He cupped your cheeks and brought you in for a slow and tender kiss. He brought your hand to the bottom of your stomach. You felt his length hidden deep within you.

'You feel that?' Han panted.

'Yeah, I feel it.'

Your whole body was sweaty from the heat. The room had a sort of sex atmosphere. Suddenly Han started to push himself into you very quickly. It got you back and forth on the couch. Han felt his orgasm coming, so did you. He thrust into you with a fast pace. Your nails dug into his sweaty back. You arrived at the same time. Han propped himself up on his arms so his body didn't crush you. He took you in his arms. Your arms embraced his body.

"I love you Han."

you whispered before falling asleep.

“I love you too Y/N.”

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CHILL

Pairing: Reader x Han Jisung

Word Count: 0.7k

Genre: Angst, song-inspired fic

Warnings: None

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A/N: Likes, comments and reblogs are much appreciated!

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ᴳᵉⁿʳᵉ: ᶠˡᵘᶠᶠ, ˢᵐᵃᵘ

Give You The Best Years - Han Jisung

Synopsis: If there was one thing that Han couldn't stand, it was watching you throw away your potential. He believed you deserved everything and so much more, and he wanted to be the one that gives it to you. After being silent for so long, he wasn't going to waste another moment.

Pairing: non-idol! Han Jisung x reader

Genre: Angst - Han watching you be in love with someone else, childhood friends to lovers, proposal

Word Count: 2.9k

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It was a typical Saturday night for your friend group. You were doing some barhopping in the neighborhood, meeting up after work to forget about all about the stresses. The only difference tonight was that you decided to invite your significant other.

You've introduced him to your friends who all seem to love him. You didn't see it as a big deal, but to Han, it was making his skin itch. Why were you so insistent on bringing him around? It was supposed to be friends hanging out, not friends and their partners.

At the moment, Han was watching the two of you. Your partner had their arm around your waist, his hand slipped into the back pocket of your denim jeans. You had your head on his shoulder as you two were both up at the bar, getting another round of drinks.

"Uh oh, Han's getting jealousy," Lee Know commented.

Han snapped his head over towards his best friend, eyes glaring. "I am not," he pouted.

"Han, we've been friends for like what? 10 years now? I think we all know when you're lying," Chan said, a hand resting on his shoulder. "I just don't get what y/n sees in him!"

It was no secret to his friend group that Han had feelings for you. Well, it wasn't a secret to everyone besides you. You seem to have always viewed Han as your best friend, your ride or die. The two of you have been inseparable since graduating high school together. Regardless if you lived close or far away, you two kept each other in the loop on everything.

When you got the opportunity to move to Korea for a job, Han was over the moon. He never considered long distance before, which is why he never asked you out before. But if you were going to be living in the same country at least, it was a sign that now would be a chance.

Little did Han know you were bringing along a boy with you. To say he was hurt that you never talked about this mystery guy before would be an understatement. He thought you guys were best friends. Why keep him such a secret? It was later revealed that you were actually moving to Korea to be with this guy who got a transfer to a position in Seoul. You found a job so you could continue seeing him.

Of course, Han was also happy to have you closer to him. He just wished it was under different circumstances.

Why couldn't you have chosen to move to Korea to be closer to the people that love you? To be with him? Not some random guy you met who knows where.

A sharp elbow to the side brought Han back to reactive. He opened his mouth to shout but Felix quickly nodded his head over towards you and your partner walking back to the group. He ran a hand through his hair before putting on his signature smile. Play it cool.

It broke his heart to see how you smiled at your boyfriend. That should be me. Your boyfriend set our drinks down as you slid your purse off from around your body.

"Baby, can you watch my stuff? I want to run to the bathroom." I could watch her belongings a lot better than him. "Of course I can. Hurry back," he chuckled.

You also laughed before leaning down, pressing yet another lingering kiss against his cheek. Oh god, I think I'm going to be sick.

Han and your boyfriend's eyes watched as you turned and walked away towards the back of the bar. Han, on the other hand, quickly looked away before your boyfriend noticed. While he wanted to prove that he was the better option for you, he didn't want to ruin the evening.

Once you were out of sight, your boyfriend turned towards the group. He wore a wide grin on his lips. It made Han apprehensive. Something was going on, and Han didn't like it. "Can I get your opinion on something? Y'all know y/n the best. I just wanna know if this is a good idea or not," he began.

Even though there was music pumping in the club, the world fell silent. All eyes were on your boyfriend as he sat up, reaching for something in his pocket. Changbin and Chris glanced at Han every now and then, trying to gauge his reaction. Yet. nobody could have prepared them for what was going to happen.

Your boyfriend pulled out a black velvet box. Slowly opening it, he revealed a gorgeous diamond ring with a silver band. Han's heart dropped to the pit of his stomach and shattered into a million pieces.

"Do you think y/n will like it? I can go exchange it for a different ring," your boyfriend explained.

Han's world was coming to a halt. He didn't know how to feel or what to even think. It was as if you were slipping through his fingers. He felt lightheaded as a cold shiver ran down his spine. "I think she's going to love it," Chris admitted.

Han wanted to snap his head over at his friend. Has Chris lost his mind? All the guys began to nod in agreement. They all seemed to be at a loss for words as well. Your boyfriend was nervously biting his lip, both because of the subtle announcement but also wanting to get approval from your closest friends. Especially Han.

"Han?" Your boyfriend called out. "Mate, is this good for her? I don't want to mess this up."

Forcing a smile, he nodded his head. "Oh yeah, I um think she's going to love it." And you will. It looked exactly like the wedding rings you used to cut out from magazines for your vision boards. It just pained him that it wasn't coming from him, it was going to be an engagement from something else.

Now satisfied, your boyfriend or I guess soon-to-be-fiancé slipped the engagement ring back into his jeans pocket. He didn't want to risk even you getting a hint of what was to come. "Thanks guys! I think I'm going to ask her next week. I'm still working out the details, but figured you should be the first to know."

This was it. This was how Han was going to die. He was going to fall victim to death by a broken heart.

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It's been a week since your boyfriend dropped the bombshell. Every day, Han waited in anxiety for when you'd FaceTime him to share the good news. Or at least, it was good news for you.

He was currently laying in his bedroom. The boys have been trying desperately to get Han to leave his bedroom. Yet, he refused. He didn't want to be active in a. world where the chance of you two getting together was non-existent. He wasted so much time trying to wait for the perfect moment to confess his feelings to you that he ran out of time. He was beating himself up about it.

His gaze was fixated on the ceiling as he held a pillow close to his chest. The reality of the circumstances was setting into his soul. He felt like he was being suffocated. His mind kept replaying all the potential moments where he could have spoken up.

He lifted the pillow up to his face. He let out a loud scream into the material before tossing the pillow towards the foot of his bed.

Ding dong

Normally, Han didn't pay much to the doorbell downstairs. There was always a constant flow of people coming in and out of the house, especially since 8 boys called it home. It normally was just food delivery or a mutual friend stopping up to say hi. The main person who always came to visit him was you. But he anticipated those vitiations coming to a halt soon.

He heard footsteps going down the staircase. The familiar screech of the old hinges sounded, even heard from Han's bedroom.

"Oh hey y/n," Minho said. Almost louder than usual so Han overheard. And he surely heard because he basically shot out of bed at the announcement of your arrival.

"Minho, is he here?" You asked.

Before Minho could answer, Han was halfway through his bedroom door. He tried his best to be calm and collected, but he couldn't. He always was excited about your visits, and he never liked to keep you waiting. Even though he was sure this might be one of the lasts, he didn't want to let him sulking stand in the way of spending one-on-one time with him.

"Speak of the devil," Minho teased as he heard movement from behind him. He stepped out of the way so Han could get to you. He was about to make his way back up the staircase, but didn't miss the opportunity to squeeze Han's shoulder comfortingly. Minho would be there the moment Han needed him, whether this was a good interaction or not. For now, he needed to notify the boys that Han had actually emerged from his room.

Being alone, Han swallowed the lump in his throat before turning towards you. He took a moment to take you in. You wear wearing baggy ripped jeans. You had on a purple sweater with the sleeves that nearly covered your entire hand. God, he was going to miss seeing you.

"Did you know?"

His eyes widened slightly by the tone of your voice. It didn't carry its usual cheerful tone. You were staring at him without a smile on his face. Between you and Felix, there was always competition who carried the title of sunshine. To Han, you won every time. Yet, this time, he didn't see happiness. He almost saw worry, concern, a bit of frustration.

He stepped aside to let you in. You walked into the house, making a direct path towards the kitchen. Han closed the door, seeing movement also from the top of the staircase. All the boys were gathered, watching in anticipation of what was going to happen. Han tried gesturing for them to get away, but he couldn't focus on his best friends eavesdropping. He needed to stay on your trail.

When he arrived in the kitchen, he saw you pacing back and forth. Hell, you looked more in distress than he has been the past couple of days. "He bought a ring, Jisung," you whispered. Your hands rested on the kitchen island, staring across at him. You bit your lip. Seeing you so loss for words was unlike you. Honestly, Han was worried.

"Oh yeah," Han murmured. One hand slid into the pocket of his sweatpants, the other rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. "He showed the guys and I last week," he confessed. "So you did know?" "Yeah," he said lowly. "I'm taking it he asked you."

You were quick to shake your head. "Um no, not quite," you explained. "I found it in our dresser drawer. I was trying to find a pair of socks when I found it tucked away in the corner. That was when I found a letter from one of his ex girlfriends folded up."

Han stood up at attention, confused by your revealing news. What? Why would he keep a letter from his ex girlfriend when he seemed so into you? Han found it a bit odd, and from your body language and your re-telling, it seemed like you did.

"I know I shouldn't have read it, but I did. Han, he seems to still really love her. The letter is new too. It was dated two weeks ago, almost as if she confessed before the new year," you groaned. "I feel like he's waiting to see if I say yes or no before deciding if he wants to go back to her," you said sadly.

Han frowned. He never liked when you viewed yourself poorly. Let alone when someone makes you believe you are less than your worth. To him, you are the whole universe. His anger was also slightly boiling for you, not at you. It wasn't your fault your boyfriend wasn't more careful. He also felt irritated because your boyfriend acted like he worshipped the ground you walked on. How could even consider someone better than you?

"What do you wanna do?" "That's the thing I don't know," you confessed. Han furrowed an eyebrow. He believed there was an obvious choice here. Leave.

"What if this is my only chance at love, you know? I know he does care about me." Are we sure about that? "And I always envisioned I'd be married by now. Hell, we know so many people who are engaged, married, and have kids. What if this is supposed to be my person?"

Slowly, Han began approaching you. This was his moment, the one he's been waiting for. It wasn't under the most romantic circumstances like he desired, but it was now or never.

"Han, I'm tired of the short-lived romances. I'm tired of giving my all to someone where the spark between us fizzles out because I choose my mind over my heart." "Why do you have to choose one or the other. Y/n, sweet girl, you should be with someone who satisfies your mentally, emotionally, and even physically." "But what if that person doesn't exist?" You whined.

Enough was enough. Han presented himself to you. Very gently, he cupped your cheeks with his large hands. His thumbs caressed your cheekbones affectionately as he gazed down at you. "I'd like to think I could do a pretty good job," he chuckled lightly. He tried his best to control his body trembling from his nerves. But if he didn't confess now, he never would.

If he had the chance to try to win you over, he had to take it. "What are you saying?" You whispered. "You're my best friend. Of course, you satisfy me in all those ways, but we're friends, aren't we?"

He smiled reassuringly down at you. God, you were so precious. "Of course we are, best friends. The very best of friends," he reaffirmed. "But, it seems like I have fallen in love with my best friend."

The truth was out. No turning back.

Your eyes widened. Did you hear him correctly? "Han," you started by he immediately shushed you. "No, y/n. I'm tired of not admitting it. I've been in love with you for quite a while. I mean, they always talk about some of the greatest love stories that come to be from best friends dating, realizing they care for one another on a deeper level. You're my person, honey." "You're my person too," you confessed. "But you can't just say this to me and not mean it," you frowned.

Han moved his face in toward yours. His forehead rested against yours as he gazed down at you. His lips ghosting over yours. You tilted your head into his warm touch, looking up at him with curiosity and endearment. God, how could he wait this long? "I was the damn fool that waited until it was too late," he whispered. His hot breath hit your lips, causing shivers to run down your spine. He couldn't help but chuckle lightly at your response. One hand slid off of your face to hold your hips, keeping you close to him. "By no means am I proposing one of those friendship marriage pacts. I want us to experience the highs and lows together as we navigate life. I want things to stay the same, but I also want to be able to kiss you when I want, and take you out on dates. I want the title of being yours exclusively."

Feeling just as bold, you tilted your head slightly up towards his. Your lips grazed against his which caused him to shutter this time. You couldn't help but giggle seeing the reaction you pulled out of him. "What are you waiting for then?"

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You and Han ran out of the courthouse, hand in hand. Your giggles filled the professional building, but the two of you didn't care. He had rented a tuxedo last minute whereas you were able to find a white outfit at a thrift store around the corner.

It was a no-brainer to marry your best friend. You didn't need the diamond ring, nor the big ceremony with the larger-than-life reception. All you needed was Han Jisung, and he needed you.

As you exited the courthouse, you stepped out as united duo. Mr. & Mrs. Jisung.

"Wait a minute," Han announced. You stood near the top of the stairs leading to the county building. You turned towards him as he looked at you with a serious expression. "What are we doing? This is silly."

Your jaw dropped at his response. He couldn't be serious. There is no way you two would have rushed around town to get everything together last minute for him to now second-guess himself. Not when the marriage license was already signed, the ink drying.

As you were about to question him, he tugged on your hand and pulled you in gently. You gasped in surprise, crashing softly into his chest. His arm wrapped around you, stabilizing you. His other hand found itself on your cheek. A habit of his now.

"We don't need to rush. we have all the time in the world," he breathed out. "Mrs. Han Jisung, you are all mine now. Can't get rid of me."

You rolled his eyes at his antics but couldn't help but giggle. He was right. You two had the best years to come, as husband and wife.

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ just a kiss — han jisung x female reader

↻ 3.7k :: friends to lovers :: cw. alcohol (not in the smut scene). semi-public making out. dry humping. some dirty talk. fingering. oral sex. mention of squirting. use of "baby" pet name. protected sex. aftercare.

↻ 18+ :: not proof read, pls be kind :: masterlist

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The music is not that loud, but combined with the sound of conversation and the video game on the television, the apartment is noisy.

It’s also warm from everyone that is packed there. Both of those things you are used to, because it’s always the same. Every month, your friends organize a party at their place, and you’re guaranteed to have a fun night full of drinking, playing games and talking. At this point, Jisung and Changbin’s parties have become legendary in your friend circle, and you never miss one. 

Tonight, though, you feel a little tired, and the alcohol isn’t sitting right in your stomach. You stop drinking early, focusing instead on playing a few rounds of a board game before you head towards the living room. You find Jisung there, who has been a little quiet, and waves at him. He waves back, so you join him. You fall back on the couch, letting your head rest against his shoulder. You look up at him with a smile, and he answers with one of his own. 

“You look bored, Ji,” you tell him. 

“I’m not bored,” he retorts, pouting slightly. “Just… I’m just…” 

You frown. “Is something on your mind?” 

He takes a deep breath, and you sit up to look at him better. He doesn’t look upset, perhaps just a little too calm, twirling the cup half-full of soda in his hand. Jisung is usually the life of the party, but you know he has to work early tomorrow morning and decided not to drink tonight. 

“It’s just…” He winces. “It’s stupid.” 

You shake your head. “I’m sure it’s not stupid. Come on, you can tell me.” 

You nudge his thigh a little, encouraging him with a smile. The both of you have been friends for months now - and you really like spending time with him. He’s talented, smart, the funniest you know. Jisung gives you a quick look. 

“Is it just me or is everyone getting laid these days?” he finally blurts out.

You blink in surprise, unable to suppress a small laugh. Jisung rubs the back of his neck at your reaction. 

“Told you it was stupid,” he mutters. 

“I’m sorry I laughed!” you reply. “It just surprised me. But…” You let out a long sigh. “You’re right, now that I think about it.” 

You look around the room. Case in point: Hyunjin is heavily making out with his latest girlfriend, and Jeongin has already disappeared with a hook-up. Changbin has a girlfriend, Felix too… You bite your lip. 

“I just realized it’s been a while since I even kissed someone, you know,” Jisung says. “I miss kissing. I like kissing.” 

You smile. “Kissing is fun, I agree.” 

You turn back to Jisung, who is sliding a hand through his messy blonde hair. He has let it grow a little the past few weeks, and you like the way it falls back on his forehead. He’s dressed casually, in just a black t-shirt, jeans, and sneakers, but he has this natural charm that lingers around him. You cross your legs next to him. 

“Maybe we can find someone for you to kiss tonight,” you tell him with a smile. 

Jisung glances at you. “I don’t think so.” 

“Why not? There’s plenty of people…” 

He shrugs. “There’s no one here I’m interested in.” 

You open your mouth, but then you close it again. Why do his words sting so much? You like Jisung, but not in this way… At least, you don’t think so. Frowning, you realize you haven’t answered anything, and your friend blushes a little. 

“I’m sorry, that was a little blunt, I didn’t mean -” 

“It’s fine, oh my god,” you chuckle. “We can find someone. I have friends that are not here tonight… I don’t think you know them, so maybe I can find a match, if you want?” 

You’re smiling at him. Jisung looks back at you, his lips parted, his smooth cheeks still a little pink. After a few seconds, he nods, although he looks nervous. 

“Yeah. Okay, why not.” 

You grin, pull out your phone from your pockets and scoot closer to Jisung. “Let’s see who we have.”

Jisung slides his arm behind you so the both of you are more comfortable looking at your phone. You scroll through your contacts, pulling up Instagram profiles to show your friends to him. Jisung provides some commentary, helping you find the perfect match. As the minutes go by, it gets more and more difficult to focus - you realize that Jisung smells really good. His body is warm next to yours. His breath tickles your skin when he laughs, and his eyes shine in the dark. You haven’t been drinking that much - but you’re a little tipsy, and you end up leaning against him, perhaps a bit too much. 

“Hmm, I don’t know… She says she’s really into the outdoors, I’m not,” Jisung chuckles as he checks a profile you show him. 

“True,” you laugh. “You’re a homebody like me.” 

“I really like her style, though. Combat boots are hot.” 

You stop for a second, unable to help from glancing at your own shoes. At the combat boots you are wearing right now, and that you wear almost everyday. You decide not to comment on it, but Jisung is strangely silent next to yours. Swallowing, you open another profile. 

“W-what about her?” 

“I like her glasses. What is she like?” 

This time you definitely blush, and you are glad for the darkness in the room. Pushing your glasses higher on your nose, you tell Jisung about your friend, trying to ignore the erratic heartbeat in your chest. Why are you freaking out? Jisung clearly said he was not interested in anyone in this room… And you’ve never felt anything but friendship for him. Of course, you’re not blind, Jisung is handsome, and always kind to you. 

An hour later, you two have settled on your friend Lola - she’s a music major like you and Jisung thinks she’s cute. It’s enough to justify a date, and you know her well enough to be comfortable to ask if it’s all right to give Jisung her number. 

You try really hard not to stare at Jisung’s mouth, and not to let the words slip through your lips. You can kiss me if you want. It doesn’t have to mean anything.

But then again, why wouldn’t you? 

Later that night, after you’ve had a few drinks to try and get Jisung out of your thoughts, you go to the bathroom. You’re tipsier, maybe a little drunk. You walk in front of Jisung’s bedroom, whose door is open. It seems like he’s just getting a charger from a drawer. You don’t think - you just enter the bedroom and approach him. 

“Oh, hey,” he says, noticing you, holding the cable in one hand. “Chan needs a charger, I just…” 

“Jisung,” you tell him, putting your arms on his shoulders. 

He blinks at you, chuckling a little nervously. “What’s up, Y/N?” 

“You can kiss me if you want.”

“W-what?” he sputters.

You pout. “It doesn’t have to mean anything. Consider it practice. For your date with Lola.” 

Jisung gulps, looking at you, trying not to let his eyes linger in yours for too long. You’re looking so pretty, with your glasses slipping down your nose. Jisung has been trying not to think about kissing you all night - and now you’re just offering it to him. You’ve been drinking, but you’re not completely drunk. You just got liquid courage. Jisung is painfully sober. 

You smile softly. “I won’t be hurt if you say no, if that’s -” 

“Okay.” 

Your heart skips a beat as Jisung smiles shyly at you. He takes a step closer to you, his hands landing on your hips, the charger forgotten in his fingers. 

“Just a kiss,” he whispers, leaning in. 

Your lips meet his halfway. The kiss is delicate and timid at first, but as you fall into the embrace, Jisung kisses you with more confidence. His lips are soft, taste like the soda he’s been sipping all night. You can’t help but wrap yourself around him, because he kisses you so well you’re getting dizzy.

Jisung breathes out in your mouth and you feel your body shiver. You want his hands all over your body. You want his lips to keep pushing yours, to go down your neck, your collarbone… 

You both lean back at the same time, staring at each other with wide eyes. 

This was a little too good. 

Your mouth feels dry, and Jisung’s hands are still on your hips. His lips look intoxicating, all red and wet from yours. 

After a few seconds you let out a nervous chuckle. “That didn’t feel like you haven’t kissed anyone in a while.” 

Jisung laughs, taking a step back, removing his hands from your body. He slides a hand through his hair. You wish it was yours instead. “Really?” 

“You’re good, Ji,” you assure him with a sincere smile. “Lola is a lucky girl.” 

“R-right.” 

You bite your lip, wondering if you’ve just made a horrible mistake. But even if it is, you can’t regret it. 

“I-I should head back,” you say.

“Yeah, me too, Chan is waiting for his charger…” 

You nod, and Jisung lets out a laugh. You don’t know why, but that relaxes you. You shake your head, sharing an amused glance with him, and you both head back to the party. 

Just a kiss between friends.

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The next day, late in the evening, you find Jisung in a corner of the library, bent over his computer, clearly deeply focused on what he is doing. Still, when you sit down next to him, he removes his headphones. You had texted him a few minutes before, telling him you had news.

“Hey, what’s up?” he whispers. 

“I spoke with Lola.” You keep your voice low. There’s not that many people around in this part of the library, but there’s still a few students studying around. 

Jisung’s eyes widen slightly. “Oh.” 

You give him a triumphant smile. “She said she’s interested! I have her number, you can just text her, and…” 

You stop as you watch Jisung’s face. He does not look happy - in fact, he’s looking down at his hands, biting his lip, like there’s something he’s not telling you. You frown.

“What’s wrong?” 

He clears his throat, looking uncertain. 

“It’s okay if you changed your mind -” 

“Y/N…” 

Something about the way he calls your name freezes you into place. You look at him as his eyes meet yours, your breath suddenly unsteady. 

The truth is you haven’t stopped thinking about kissing Jisung since last night’s party. Your eyes keep wandering on his mouth, his plump lips. He smells good. His arms look like they could hold you tight…

“I’ve been thinking about all day, and… I don’t want to go on a date with Lola,” he breathes, his eyes still in yours. They shine so bright and deep. You feel dizzy. “I…” 

You so desperately want the words to escape his lips. Has he been thinking about the same thing as you? 

“About last night…” 

You look down at your hands. “Listen, we don’t have to talk about it. It was just a kiss. Like I said, it didn’t mean anything.” 

You glance at Jisung, who is frowning. When your eyes meet, he just nods. “Right. Of course. Sorry.” 

There’s a sinking feeling in your chest. You need some air - so you give a quick smile to your friend. “I need to go. I’ll see you later.” 

You stand up and walk away, crossing through bookshelves, the eerie quiet of the library oppressing your mind. You can’t regret kissing Jisung. But you should have waited, maybe. For a better time, a better place. Now you are scared to lose your friend.

“Y/N, wait.” 

You feel a hand around your wrist, and you spin around to find Jisung. He has visibly thrown all of his things in his messenger bag, looking distressed. You frown.

“What is -” 

“I don’t want to go on a date with Lola because I can’t stop thinking about you,” he breathes. “Ever since last night, and even before…”

You don’t know what to say. Your heart is beating so fast in your chest you feel it’s going to explode. Jisung slips his hand from your wrist to take your fingers between his. He steps closer to you, and you look up at him in wonder. 

“Please, Y/N… If you want to, can I kiss you again?” 

The answer is simple - you nod. Jisung drops his bag on the ground and immediately pushes his lips to yours in an intense and deep kiss. A soft moan escapes you, and he gently pushes you against the bookshelves. You are trapped against his body, your hands sprawled on his chest as he kisses you feverishly. His lips toy with yours, his hands cupping your face. 

“Ji…” you breathe, “don’t stop kissing me.” 

“I won’t,” he answers, placing small kisses on your lower lip. “I can’t.” 

You open your mouth wider for him, and he slides his tongue, pushing it against yours. You arch your back, the feeling sending warmth throughout your body. Jisung does not waver, still playing with your tongue, but you feel his hips gently push against yours. 

It’s so silent in the library, all you hear is the wet sounds of your mouths and Jisung’s heavy breathing. 

“Fuck…” he groans. “You’re gonna get me hard.” 

The words make you instantly dizzy, and you can’t deny your own arousal. Jisung’s kisses and tongue is making you wet. 

“Can we go back to your place?” you ask softly. 

He nods, taking a step back. Your lips are raw from kissing, your cheeks red from your excitement. Jisung smiles at seeing you this way - you look so attractive, he can hardly contain himself. He takes his bag from the ground, slides his hand in yours, and guides you to the exit of the library.

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You do not even know if the apartment is empty - but honestly, you do not care. Jisung pulls you into his room, closing and locking the door behind him, and you can hardly breathe. You just want him to touch you, to kiss you again. 

When his lips find yours again, you don’t hesitate to moan at his touch, grasping his t-shirt to bring him closer to you. He wraps his arms around you, his fingers digging in the skin of your hips, breathing hard. 

“C’m’here,” he breathes, and spins you around so he can guide you to his bed. 

Soon he’s laying on top of you, carefully removing your glasses to set them down on the bedside table. Your fingers are in his honey colored hair, and his lips leave a trail of kisses on your jaw and down your neck. His tongue laps at your sensitive skin, making your body jolt at the same time. You’re drenched, aching for more of him, and it’s reciprocal - you feel his erection against you. 

He removes your shirt, palming one of your tits through your lace bra, pressing the back of his thumb on your nipple. It draws a sharp breath from your lips and Jisung smiles. 

“Is that sensitive?” 

You nod, and he pinches your nipple softly. You let out a moan. 

“You sound so beautiful, baby.” 

“Ji, you’re so hard,” you whisper to him, and you wrap your legs around his waist so that his erection is placed right against your cunt. Despite both of your jeans you can feel the pressure and it sends a shiver through your spine. 

“Fuck,” he grunts as you rolls your hips. “Fuck…” 

He starts to thrust his pelvis, rubbing himself over you, as if he was already fucking you. The friction makes you clench around nothing. Jisung dry humps you, his cock hard inside of his jeans, and your own walls soaked in your arousal. You’re desperate to get rid of the layers of clothing, but you can’t bring yourself to stop. 

“F-fuck, I want to fuck you so hard…” Jisung breathes in your ear, teasing your lobe with his teeth. 

You’re digging your nails in the skin of his back, so warm you feel like you’re on fire. “Ji, please, I want to feel you.” 

“Me too, baby, let me see that beautiful body of yours.” 

You both start to take off the rest of your clothing, stealing restless glances to each other. When you are both naked, Jisung takes a long look at you, and you do the same. He’s much more defined that you have thought, and you think about those hours he spends with Changbin at the gym. Kneeling on the bed straddling your legs, he stares at you, mouth parted, one of his hands jerking his erect cock mindlessly. You bite your lip, pressing your tits together to tease him, and Jisung smirks. 

“What a cute little tease,” he smiles. “I’m going to do much more than kiss you now.” 

“I hope so,” you tell him, grabbing his chin in between your fingers to pull him back to you. But instead of aiming for his lips, you turn his head and whisper in his ear. “You can do whatever you want to me.” 

Jisung grins, grabs your hand and pins it against the mattress. He leans in towards your ear now. “I hope you know what you’re asking for.” 

Before you can answer, he flips you on your stomach, and you gasp in surprise. He rubs your ass gently, pushing your thighs with his warm hands. 

“Arch that back for me, baby.” 

Jisung spreads your legs once you are in position, and you feel his breath against your aching cunt. You’re soaked, your swollen clit begging to be touched. You hear him hum in appreciation. 

“What a beauty,” he says. “All wet for me.” 

He slides a finger across your wetness, and you close your eyes to bask in the sensation. Jisung plays with you, his fingers tracing patterns, circling your clit. You breathe hard, shivering against his touch. He inserts a finger inside of you, and then two. 

“Taking me so well,” he growls. “I’m going to stretch your beautiful cunt. It belongs to me now…” 

“Jisung, please…” 

“What is it, baby?” 

“Make me cum, please, I’m begging you…” 

Jisung moves his fingers inside of you, curving them upwards, drawing a loud moan from your lips. “Like this, baby?” 

“F-fuck, yes…” 

He starts to finger you relentlessly, building your orgasm quickly - your breathing accelerates, your folds throbbing, and just when you think you can’t take it anymore, Jisung pushes his tongue against your folds, licking you, drinking your in. The combination with his fingers is almost too much to handle, and you cum in a flash, your body shivering. 

“Yes, baby,” he moans. “Keep cumming, come on…” 

He doesn’t stop fingering and licking you, giving you a long, intense orgasm. You can feel your juices overflowing, drenching his fingers and his chin, and when your body relaxes, and he slows down, you’ve made a mess.

Jisung hums, and you hear him lick his fingers clean. “Next time I’m going to make you squirt,” he tells you. “I know I can do it. And I’ll lick you clean, baby.” 

You shudder, but you sit up, twisting your body so you can steal a kiss from him. His lips taste like you, his cock pushing against your ass, and you lower a hand to palm him. 

“Are you going to put that big cock inside of me, huh?” you tease him, jerking him. “I want him so much.” 

“My baby, so desperate for me,” he growls, and he takes your arms, pinning them on your back and pushing you back on the bed. “Don’t move.” 

You obey him as he takes a condom from his bedside table, wraps it around his cock, and then places it against your entrance. 

“Why did we never fuck before?” he suddenly asks, pushing the tip of his cock inside of you. “It’s like you’re made for me, baby.” 

You can barely think as he slowly enters you. “I don’t know, Ji. I can’t think…” You gasp as he suddenly bottoms out, filling you whole, stretching your walls. It doesn’t hurt, though. 

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he grunts, grabbing your wrists to hold them in place. He leans over you, pushing you more into the mattress, and starts to fuck you. 

The sound of his hips smacking your ass, your wet cunt sucking him in, your moans and his heavy breathing fill the bedroom. If someone is in the apartment there is no doubt as to what you are doing, but you don’t care. Jisung is making you lose your grasp on reality, and you can hardly believe that hours before you were stressing out over a kiss. This felt right. Your heart swells in your chest, because as he pounds into you, you feel like you’ve found your person. 

“You hear that? God, your cunt is soaking my dick. Fuck, that’s so hot.” 

“I’m going to cum, fuck, fuck fuck!” 

He accelerates his thrusts and pushes you into the mattress so he can go deeper, and you cum for a second time, your legs shaking as you do, and Jisung lets out a guttural grunt. 

“Fuck, Y/N, I’m gonna -” 

“Cum for me, Ji, please…”

He slams into you as his cock twitches, and he removes himself just in time to take off the condom. You feel spurts of white on your ass and back, Jisung covering you as he breathes hard and fast. You’re still coming down from your own orgasm, drunk on the scent, sound, and feel of him. 

“Don’t move,” he says after a few seconds. 

You feel him clean your skin with a t-shirt, and he guides you back on the mattress. You lay down, your legs and cunt sore, and take a look at Jisung through half-closed eyes. His hair is a mess, his eyes glassy from the orgasm, and he looks more attractive than you’ve ever seen him. 

You whimper, grabbing his arm. “Kiss,” you plead. 

He chuckles as you press your lips to his. He kisses you tenderly, stroking your hair, snuggling next to you. Slowly, he draws the covers of the bed from under you to cover your bodies, keeping you close. You stay in his arms, sleepy but peaceful, your smile unable to go away. 

Jisung places a kiss on your shoulder. “Sleep a little, baby, yeah?” he whispers in your ear. “Then I’ll wake you up for another round.” 

You just nod.

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Stressed Out - H.J

Pairing: Idol!HanJisungXIdol!Fem.Reader. (feat. Stray kids)

Warnings: ataque de ansiedade (primeira parte, e não entrei em detalhes), desentendimento (o Han é meio cabeção, mas a leitora tbm), acho que é só :)

Fluff

Sinopse: Em uma edição especial do reality show "Kingdom", os boygroups e as girlgroups mais impactante de outras edições se juntam para novas apresentações. Na frente das câmeras, tudo estava bem, mas poucos sabiam os males que assombravam todos os participantes. Na gravação de um dos episódios, uma situação mostra que não devemos ter opiniões precipitadas...

Parte 1 Parte 2

(parte 3?)

Maybe this time

genre: exes to lovers (?)! angst with happy ending!! word count: 2.6k

Han Jisung x reader!! han x fem reader

wherein; Two old friends reunite and reminisce about their shared past. As they reconnect, they wonder if time can bridge the gap they left behind. Will their bond pick up where it left off, or will this meeting pave the way for a new chapter? maybe this time…

(i really want to write this before and glad i finally made it i hope you like it!!)

ps: im sorry i dont really make another part in my works because i want to leave it as open ending and let my readers continue the story on their own. but if i have time and decide to make, ill promise ill make one (especially 'want so bad')

but i hope you enjoy reading because i love making this fic. thank youu. love lots :) please love this as much i love it

Life… is beautiful.

Even if it is full of pain, sadness, and hurt.

Even if it is full of tears, there are also moments of happiness, smiles, and gladness.

Life is a roller coaster. It lifts you up, then plunges you down, only to rise again. When you step into the cart for the first time, you know it will bring a whirlwind of emotions—fear, joy, anxiety. You know from the start what to expect, yet you still take the ride because deep down, you believe it will be worth it in the end.

You smile as you finish writing the last sentence in your book, the final period punctuating months of dedication and passion. It's done. After all the hard work, the late nights, and the self-doubt, it's finally finished.

You stand up, stretching your back with a satisfied sigh, and decide that a reward is in order. You change into your exercise outfit, slip on your earphones, and set the timer on your watch.

30 minutes.

You head out, jogging through the park outside your apartment. The weather is perfect—a gentle breeze, the sun filtering through the trees, a few people scattered around, minding their own business. You focus on your breathing, your feet hitting the pavement in a steady rhythm, the world around you fading into the background.

As you reach a shaded path, you feel the need to pause and catch your breath. You slow down, resting your hands on your knees. Suddenly, a hand lands on your shoulder, startling you.

You jump slightly, turning to see who it is. The surprise on your face deepens when you see him.

He’s breathless, his chest heaving as he holds up an index finger, gesturing for a moment of silence. “I’m… sorry,” he says between gasps. “Give me… one second… to catch my breath.”

You stand there, stunned. The face in front of you is one you haven't seen in years.

It’s Han—your first love.

“Nice to see you again,” he finally says, a grin spreading across his face.

You’re speechless for a moment, your mind racing to catch up. “Han… I can’t believe it’s you!” The shock wears off, replaced by a wave of warmth and nostalgia. You reach out and hug him, the familiar scent and feel of him bringing back a flood of memories.

He laughs, hugging you back and patting your shoulder. “I saw you while I was driving and I had to stop. I called out to you, but then I realized you had earphones on.” He chuckles, still slightly out of breath.

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry!” you exclaim, pulling back to look at him properly. “I’m so surprised to see you! How have you been?”

“I’m fine, doing well. It’s so good to see you again.”

“Me too!”

The moment feels surreal as if you’re in a dream. You find yourselves sitting in a cozy café, sipping your favorite strawberry latte while he enjoys a slice of red velvet cake. The scene feels like a perfect snapshot of your reunion, a peaceful moment in the midst of life’s chaos.

Han was your first love, the boy who held your hand when you were just 13. Back then, you both thought you understood love—childish dreams of the future, talking about getting married, and planning a life together as if you knew what it all meant.

You smile, lost in the memories of those innocent days.

-

“Let’s get married,” he had said one time, both of you sitting on a bench, holding hands.

You stopped munching on your favorite snack, looking at him. His eyes, filled with affection, sparkled like they held tiny beating hearts. If this were an animated movie, there would be hearts popping out of them.

“Yes, when we’re adults,” you replied with a smile, leaning your head on his shoulder.

“That’s a promise, okay?”

“Yeah, a promise.” And with that, you linked pinky fingers, sealing the promise with the innocent trust only kids have.

-

“How are you?” you ask now, your eyes locking with his. The happiness in his face is contagious.

“I’m doing well, healthy and living life to the fullest.” He smiles, and it’s the same smile you remember—genuine, warm, unchanging.

“I’m glad to hear that. Really,” you say, feeling the warmth of his presence spreading through you.

“I’m really glad to see you too. How about you?”

“I’m doing fine, healthy as well. Life hasn’t always been easy, but I’m at a point where I’m happy and living my best life.”

“Thank God for that,” he says, his voice full of sincerity.

Hearing those words from him makes you both sigh, a shared sense of relief washing over you.

“I saw you on TV. You’re a famous writer now. You don’t know how proud I am of you,” he says, his voice full of admiration. “I’m glad you achieved your dream.”

His words hit you deep, emotions welling up. “Thank you.”

Being a writer had always been your dream.

-

“When I grow up, I want to be a famous writer. I’ll write books that inspire people,” you had said, lying on the grass, looking up at the stars with Han beside you. You held your pen up like a magic wand, closing one eye as you imagined the future.

“And I hope you achieve that dream,” he had said, taking your hand and holding it tight.

You had smiled at his words, feeling the warmth of his support.

“What about you? What do you want to do when we grow up?” you asked, turning to look at him.

“Me?” He had looked at you, then back at the stars. “Aside from being with you, which is my ultimate dream, I want to become an engineer.”

“An engineer?”

“Yeah… I want to build a big house for us. A really big house.”

You had felt a pang of emotion then, knowing how much he longed for a family and a place to call home.

-

“And you, Han?” you ask now, watching as his smile grows even wider.

“I’m now a licensed engineer.”

“Oh my God, really?!” You can’t contain your excitement, jumping up from your seat to hug him again. “I’m so proud of you, Han! You finally achieved your dream.”

He laughs, happiness radiating from both of you as you hold each other.

“I’m proud of us,” he says, hugging you back tightly.

You pull away, a little embarrassed by your outburst. “I’m so sorry, I just got so happy to hear that, Han.” You sit back down, smiling shyly.

“It’s okay, I’m really happy for us too.”

Han goes on to tell you about his work. He’s the engineer responsible for a new apartment complex in the city. That’s why you crossed paths again. As he talks, you listen intently, your heart swelling with pride for the man he has become.

You nearly tear up as he shares his journey—the hardships, the trials, the long years of studying. He worked hard, from kindergarten all the way to college, never losing sight of his dream. And now, he’s living it.

“I’m finished talking about me. Now, let’s talk about you,” he says, turning the focus back to you.

You fall silent, memories flooding back. You remember the times when you almost gave up on your dream, when no one bought your books, and your work gathered dust on the shelves. You remember walking through bookstores, seeing your book in the corner, covers nearly torn from being ignored.

You remember the despair, the feeling that maybe your dream was just that—a dream. But then, something changed. A light entered your life, lifting you up, guiding you to where you are now. It was hard—so hard—but you persevered, and now you’re here, a successful author with stories that touch people’s hearts.

Tears fill your eyes as you tell him this, the emotions too strong to hold back.

“I’m sorry, I got carried away,” you laugh through the tears, wiping them with a tissue he hands you.

He’s still a gentleman, just like he always was.

“I’m glad for you,” he says softly.

“I’m glad for us,” you reply, feeling a profound connection to him, even after all these years.

-

“What will happen after we achieve our dreams?” you had asked him once, walking together along a tree-lined path. It was fall, and you kicked at the leaves, watching them swirl in the breeze.

“We’ll get married. I’ll buy you the shiniest ring in the world,” he had said, his voice full of determination.

“Really?”

“Yes.”

“Even if it’s not the shiniest ring in the world… I’ll still marry you.”

“For real?”

“Yes. You’re the only one I want to spend my life with. You’ll build our big house, and I’ll be the most famous writer in the world. We’ll be happy together, forever.”

“And you’ll still wear the shiniest ring in the world because that’s what you deserve,” he had said, holding your hand and kissing it gently.

“I love you,” you had mumbled, your heart full of emotion.

“I love you too.”

And under the falling leaves, you had kissed him for the first time.

-

The conversation between you both gradually trails off, leaving an unspoken tension hanging in the air. The café's ambient sounds—the quiet clinks of cups, the murmur of distant conversations—fade into the background. It feels as though the world outside has paused, allowing you both to be suspended in this fragile moment. You’re unsure if he remembers the past as vividly as you do, but meeting him again has stirred memories you had long buried. The memories of the happy moments you shared, the laughter, the dreams—it all comes rushing back with a bittersweet intensity.

There’s a question burning in your heart, one that you’ve held onto for years. But as you open your mouth to speak, the words falter on your lips. You hesitate, the weight of the past pressing down on you. You’re not sure if you should ask—if you even have the right to.

-

"Let’s break up," you had said, your voice trembling as you turned your back on him, trying to hold yourself together. The words tasted bitter, foreign, as they left your mouth.

"Why?" His voice had cracked, laced with confusion and desperation, forcing you to turn and face him. The sight of his pleading eyes, full of pain, made your resolve waver.

"I don’t know. I don’t deserve you. I don’t love you anymore…" The lie felt like a knife twisting in your chest, each word cutting deeper. You couldn’t look him in the eye, knowing that the truth would betray the facade you were trying to maintain. "And… we’re leaving. We won’t be coming back."

You forced the tears to stay at bay, but when you heard the way his voice cracked, the dam you had built burst. The tears you had tried so hard to hold back streamed down your face, unstoppable.

"Why would you do that to me?" he had asked, his voice barely above a whisper, full of hurt.

"I don’t know. You should find someone else to achieve your dreams with. I have things I need to focus on in my life too. I don’t want to spend my life tied to you," you had said, forcing yourself to face him as you delivered those final, hurtful words. The look in his eyes as he bowed his head, defeated, had nearly broken you.

He was only a boy then, but he had known what love was, what it meant to make someone a part of your life. You had been his life, his future, his everything. How could he continue when the one person he wanted to build that life with had just walked away?

And so, you had left him, without looking back, disappearing from his life as if you had never been a part of it.

-

But now, years later, here he is, sitting in front of you, smiling as if nothing had changed. He’s happy to see you, proud of the person you’ve become, despite the hurtful words you once threw at him. And that, more than anything, tears at your heart.

A single tear escapes your eye before you can stop it, and you quickly wipe it away, hoping he didn’t notice.

"So, do you have a family now?" The question slips out, carrying with it the years of wondering, of what-ifs.

"I…" he begins, but before he can finish, the door of the café chimes, and a beautiful woman walks in, her presence commanding attention. She makes her way to your table, and you watch as Han stands up to greet her, the fondness in his eyes unmistakable.

"Honey…" he says, and your heart skips a beat. The word echoes in your mind, heavy with implications.

Honey?

Confused, you watch as they hug each other warmly, the scene playing out before you like a slow-motion reel. It feels surreal, like you’re watching from a distance, even though you’re right there.

"Honey, this is my friend I told you about," Han says, introducing you with a smile. He then turns to you, his eyes meeting yours. "This is my fiancée."

Fiancée.

The word hits you like a punch to the gut, knocking the wind out of you. You force a smile, accepting her hand for a handshake, even as you feel a pang of pain in your heart

She sits down, joining your conversation with an easy grace, and you can’t help but notice how happy they are together. The way they look at each other, the subtle touches, the smiles—it’s clear that they’re deeply in love, a love that’s mutual and uncomplicated.

you look at the shiniest ring they were wearing.

You’re glad for Han. He deserves this happiness, this life he’s built. He’s finally living his dream, the dream that you once shared but were never meant to fulfill together. He’s found someone to continue that dream with, someone who will stand by his side as he builds the future you both once imagined.

The hurt lingers, but it’s softened by a genuine happiness for him. You’re happy that he’s happy, because that's what he deserve: happiness

Your thoughts are interrupted as the café owner sets your additional drinks down on the table. “Here’s your order,” he says. You murmur a soft thank you, still trying to process the whirlwind of emotions.

“No need to pay for your drinks,” the owner adds with a warm smile. “It’s on me.”

"No, I insist on paying for us," you replied, trying to cover up the flutter of in your chest.

"It's fine, babe," he said, chuckling as he gently pressed the matter.

"Really, it's okay," you laughed, looking between him and Han, who were both clearly confused by the exchange.

"Ah, by the way, I forgot to introduce you," you said, standing up with a smile. You gestured to the man beside you. "This is Hyunjin, the owner of the café."

"Hello, I'm Hyunjin," he said, extending his hand for a handshake. "I'm her boyfriend."

Han's eyes widened in surprise, his confusion evident as he looked between you and Hyunjin.

You laughed at Han's bewildered expression, and soon the table was filled with lighthearted laughter once again.

Life, you thought, was indeed full of surprises and plot twists. Just when you thought you knew how things would turn out, the unexpected happens.

But despite the twists and turns, one thing remains true: life is beautiful.

Stack of Books

(blue sticky note ending #1)

han jisung x reader x ot8!! han x reader!!! word count: 3.2k

Blue note alternative ending 1 wherein; you choose han jisung. the friend you hide your feelings for a long time.

an: i made han first because aside from i love his character here, a lot dm'd me to do him first. and i hope you liked it because i put my emotions doing this.

an2: im tagging random people im sorry. if you want to be tagged, don't be afraid to tell me

part 1 and part 2 first

Han Jisung is a friend.

That's what you always told yourself whenever you looked at him and felt the butterflies rumbling in your stomach. But when did those feelings start?

It began the day he sang a song just for you.

You always thought of Han as studious, always with his nose in his stack of books, glasses perched on his nose. Whenever exams loomed, you'd choose him as your study partner, knowing his dedication would motivate you to work harder too. He was the perfect study buddy—focused, reliable, always encouraging you when you felt overwhelmed.

You knew he loved to sing; he often harmonized with Chan, his voice effortlessly slipping into the role of a vocalist whenever they worked on a track together. But seeing him holding a guitar, carefully tuning it, that was something new. Something that stirred a different feeling in you.

When he started singing, that’s when it happened—the spark that set everything else in motion. You were in middle school then, and though you were too young to fully understand it, you knew something had shifted inside you.

From that moment on, you hid your feelings. You were terrified that the bond you'd built would change, that Han would notice the way you lingered a little too long when your eyes met. Besides, it didn’t seem like he was ready for anything more than friendship.

When you first met him, he was crying, heartbroken. That image stuck with you, the way his eyes were red and puffy, the way his voice cracked as he tried to explain what had happened. It made you think, Han must have trauma with love. So you buried your feelings even deeper, where he wouldn’t find them.

As the years passed, you both entered college. Han was as hardworking as ever, never sticking to just one job, always pushing himself to do more. He was always busy, always moving. And that, too, kept your feelings locked away.

But then, when you found out he liked you, it felt surreal. How could this be happening? And when you realized it wasn’t just him… that others had feelings for you too, the weight of it all came crashing down. You felt miserable, confused. How did it all come to this?

You cried in your room, your mind swirling with questions and doubts. You didn’t want to choose anyone because you were terrified it would break the friendships you’d worked so hard to build. But deep down, you knew the real reason—there was someone already in your heart, and the thought of choosing him terrified you.

Love is hard, Han had once said to you, and now, more than ever, you understood what he meant.

You’d always been in love with your friend, Han Jisung. And when you received that blue note, a part of you desperately wanted to believe it was from him. But when the truth came out—that everyone had feelings for you—your instinct was to bury your love even deeper, where it couldn’t hurt anyone.

A sudden knock on your door snapped you out of your thoughts. You opened it, and there he was—Han, standing in the dim light of the hallway.

Without a word, you collapsed into his arms, letting the tears you’d held back for so long finally flow. All the emotions you’d kept bottled up spilled out as you clung to him, needing the comfort of his presence.

“I’m so sorry,” Han whispered, his voice trembling. “I didn’t mean for this to happen. We didn’t mean to make you feel this way. Chan talked to us… he told us everything.”

You pulled back slightly to look at him. His eyes, even in the dark, were shining with a sadness that mirrored your own.

“It’s not your fault,” you said softly, wiping your tears with the back of your hand. “I just… I never expected things to turn out like this.”

Han’s gaze dropped to the floor, his expression pained. “I should have kept it to myself. None of this would have happened if I had just—”

“Don’t say that,” you interrupted, your voice firmer now. “It’s not your fault.”

For a moment, the two of you just stood there, the weight of everything unsaid hanging in the air. Then, as the silence grew heavier, you spoke, the words tumbling out before you could stop them.

“I liked you, Han. I’ve always liked you.”

The confession slipped out, and you immediately regretted it, your heart pounding in your chest. Han’s eyes widened, surprise and something else—something unreadable—flickering across his face.

“You… you liked me?” he repeated, his voice barely above a whisper.

You nodded, looking away, your cheeks burning. “I'm sorry. I can't help but…to say it."

But instead of pulling away, Han took a step closer, his hand gently tilting your chin up so you were forced to meet his gaze. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

“I was scared,” you admitted, your voice trembling. “I didn’t want to ruin our friendship. And then, when I found out about everyone else… I thought it would be better to just keep it to myself.”

Han’s grip on your chin softened, his thumb brushing lightly against your skin. “I wish you’d told me,” he said quietly, his voice tinged with regret. “I wish I’d known.”

For a moment, the two of you just stood there, the air thick with everything left unsaid. Then, almost as if he couldn’t stop himself, Han leaned in closer, his face inches from yours.

But just before your lips could touch, you turned your head away, breaking the moment. “I can’t, Han,” you whispered, your voice trembling.

He froze, his breath hitching as he realized what you meant. “I… I understand,” he said, pulling back slightly, though the hurt in his eyes was clear. “But why? Why are you so scared? Is it because you’re afraid of hurting others?”

You nodded, unable to meet his gaze. “I don’t want to lose anyone. I don’t want to break the friendships we’ve built.”

Han was silent for a moment, then he gently took your hand in his. “Why don’t you just choose yourself?” he asked quietly. “Choose what you want. Listen to your heart, not what you think others want.”

His words hit you like a wave, the simplicity and truth of them sinking in. Slowly, you turned back to him, and as your eyes met, you saw something in his gaze that gave you the courage to lean in this time.

--

Monday arrived with a heaviness in your chest that you couldn't quite shake. You walked into school, trying to appear normal, but the weight of everything that had happened over the weekend lingered in your mind. As you entered the classroom and took your seat, you could feel the eyes of Changbin and Seungmin on you, their concern palpable even without words.

You glanced up and forced a small smile, hoping it would be enough to ease their worries. Changbin returned the smile, though you could see the tension in his expression soften slightly.

The day dragged on, with every minute feeling like an hour. Your thoughts kept drifting back to the events that had turned your world upside down.

As the final bell rang, signaling the end of the school day, you began to pack your things, your movements slow and deliberate. You were lost in thought when Changbin suddenly appeared beside you, his presence breaking through your reverie. Without a word, he reached out and gently took hold of your wrist.

“Let’s talk,” he said, his voice quiet but firm.

Before you could respond, he was already guiding you out of the classroom, his grip on your wrist both comforting and insistent. You glanced back at Seungmin, who was watching the two of you with an unreadable expression. He didn’t say anything, just gave you a slight nod, as if to give his silent approval for whatever conversation was about to unfold.

Changbin led you to an empty room, far from the prying eyes of your classmates. The door closed behind you with a soft click, sealing the two of you in a bubble of tense silence. He let go of your wrist slowly, his fingers lingering for just a moment before he stepped back, giving you space.

For a long moment, neither of you spoke. The quiet between you was thick with unspoken words and emotions that neither of you knew how to express. You could feel your heart pounding in your chest, the anxiety twisting in your stomach as you waited for him to speak.

Finally, Changbin broke the silence. “I’m sorry,” he said, his voice low and filled with regret.

You blinked, not expecting those words to be the first thing out of his mouth. “Why would you be sorry?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

He looked down at the floor, his hands clenching into fists at his sides. “Because… I know this has been hard on you. I didn’t want to make things complicated. I didn’t want to scare you.”

His words hung in the air, and you felt a pang of guilt twist in your chest. You understood what he was trying to say. Love wasn’t something anyone could control, and feelings, once they took root, were difficult to stop. You knew that all too well.

“I understand,” you said softly, trying to find the right words. “But you don’t have to apologize for how you feel. None of this is your fault.”

Changbin looked up at you then, his eyes filled with a sadness that took your breath away. “I didn’t want anything to change between us,” he admitted, his voice wavering. “That’s why I was a coward. I couldn’t bring myself to say it, so I… I put that note in your binder instead. Like Minho said… it was a coward’s move.”

You hesitated for a moment, the truth sitting heavily on your tongue. But you knew you couldn’t keep it to yourself any longer. “Changbin… I need to tell you something,” you began, your heart racing. “I like Han.”

The words fell from your lips, and you watched as they hit Changbin like a physical blow. His eyes widened, and for a moment, he looked like he’d been punched in the gut. But then he quickly composed himself, forcing a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes.

“It’s okay,” he said, though his voice was strained. “I kind of figured… I mean, I always noticed how you looked at him. It’s okay. We can still be friends, right?”

You nodded, though you could see the hurt in his eyes, the way he was trying so hard to pretend it didn’t matter. “Of course, we can,” you assured him, even though you both knew things wouldn’t be the same.

Changbin’s smile faltered, and he looked away, swallowing hard. “This is my punishment,” he said, more to himself than to you. “For playing around with hearts… for being careless.”

“Changbin…” you started, but he shook his head, cutting you off.

“No, it’s fine. I’ll take it. I’ll take the punishment,” he said, his voice cracking slightly. “But I just want you to be happy, okay? Even if it’s not with me.”

With that, he turned and left the room, leaving you standing there with the weight of his words pressing down on you.

-

Jeongin, who always had a knack for making sure you were okay, suddenly sent you a text.

Jeongin: "Hey, how are you?"

You stared at the screen for a moment, unsure of how to respond. The events of the day weighed heavily on your heart, and for once, you decided not to hide it.

You: "I'm not okay."

His reply came almost instantly.

Jeongin: "Where are you? Let me treat you to your favorite toothpaste-flavored ice cream."

Despite everything, you couldn’t help but smile at his offer. Jeongin knew you too well. The thought of him wanting to keep things normal, to not let anything change between you, filled you with a warmth that eased some of the tension in your chest.

You agreed to meet him at the usual ice cream shop, the one that always smelled of fresh waffle cones and sugary sweetness. When you arrived, Jeongin was already there, waiting for you with a familiar smile. He handed you your favorite mint chocolate ice cream without a word, as if it were a remedy for all your troubles.

You sat down across from him, and he watched you eat, his eyes filled with a quiet concern. He always had this way of making you feel like everything was going to be okay, even when it wasn’t.

After a few minutes, Jeongin finally spoke up. “So, did you talk to Han?”

His question caught you off guard, and your hand froze mid-bite. The truth was, Jeongin knew more than you’d ever admitted out loud. He’d seen it long before you were willing to accept it yourself—the way your eyes lingered on Han, the way your heart seemed to beat a little faster whenever he was near.

Jeongin had always known.

You looked down at your ice cream, unable to meet his eyes. “Yes,” you murmured.

Jeongin nodded, as if he expected that answer. “You know,” he began, his voice gentle, “I’ve known for a while that you liked Han. I saw it from the beginning.”

You felt a lump form in your throat, and tears welled up in your eyes. Before you could wipe them away, Jeongin slid a tissue across the table, his lips curving into a soft smile.

“You look like a kid right now,” he teased lightly. “You’re a year older than me, but sometimes it feels like you’re years younger.”

His playful tone made you laugh, even as you took the tissue and dabbed at your eyes. Jeongin always had a way of lightening the mood, of making everything seem a little less heavy, a little less painful.

“What’s your plan?” he asked, his tone turning more serious.

You sighed, shaking your head. “I don’t know, Jeongin. I really don’t know.”

He grinned, leaning back in his chair. “Well, if you don’t know the answer, I’m always here, you know. Just in case.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at his playful tone, and Jeongin joined in, his laughter warm and genuine. The sound of it eased some of the burden you’d been carrying, and for a moment, you could almost forget the chaos that had become your life.

Then Jeongin’s expression softened, and he reached across the table to take your hand in his. “Whatever happens, I’ll always be here for you,” he said, his voice filled with sincerity. “As a friend.”

You looked into his eyes, seeing the unwavering support and care that had always been there. Jeongin wasn’t just saying it to make you feel better; he truly meant it. No matter what happened, no matter how complicated things became, you knew you could always count on him.

And that realization brought you a comfort that you desperately needed.

--

You watched Han from your seat, your gaze fixated on him as he stood behind the counter of the library. His attention was focused on the task at hand, scanning the barcodes of borrowed books with a meticulous precision. The afternoon sunlight streamed through the windows, casting a soft glow on his features, highlighting the way his glasses framed his eyes. Every now and then, he would adjust them, a small habit you found oddly endearing.

He was always so serious when he worked, so dedicated and focused. It was one of the many things you admired about him. There was something about the way he moved, the quiet efficiency in his actions, that never failed to draw you in.

As you continued to watch him, lost in your thoughts, he suddenly looked up. Your eyes met, and for a moment, the world around you seemed to fade away. Han’s expression softened, and he offered you a small, warm smile. It was a smile that reached his eyes, causing them to crinkle at the corners in that familiar way that always made your heart flutter.

You smiled back, your lips curving into a soft grin, the connection between you lingering in the air.

Now, the two of you were seated across from each other at one of the small wooden tables nestled in a quiet corner of the library. Han had finished his shift and joined you without a word, simply taking a seat opposite you. For a moment, neither of you spoke. The silence wasn’t uncomfortable; it was filled with an understanding that had developed over years of friendship.

You found yourself just looking at him, really looking at him, and suddenly, the weight of everything you’d kept hidden felt overwhelming. The feelings you had tried so hard to suppress, to deny, surged to the surface with a force that left you breathless. You realized, with startling clarity, just how much you liked him—how much you had always liked him.

Before you could second-guess yourself, you reached out, your hand trembling slightly as it found his. His skin was warm against yours, and the simple act of holding his hand felt like a bridge you were finally crossing after standing on the edge for so long.

Your thoughts raced back to all the times you had convinced yourself to stay silent, to keep your feelings hidden for the sake of your friendship. You had tried so hard, told yourself that it was better this way, safer. But now, sitting here with him, with his hand in yours, it all felt so futile, so unnecessary.

A small, bittersweet smile played on your lips as you finally allowed the truth to escape. “I like you, Han.”

The words felt both wrong and right at the same time. Wrong because you had been so determined to never let them slip, and right because, at this moment, it felt like a release, a weight lifted off your shoulders. The vulnerability in your voice made your heart race, but it also brought a sense of relief you hadn’t expected.

Han’s eyes widened slightly in surprise, but only for a moment. Then, his expression softened, and he squeezed your hand gently. “You don’t know how much I like you.”

A quiet, shared laugh bubbled up between you, both of you mindful of the library’s hushed atmosphere. It was a laugh filled with nervousness and relief, a shared understanding that you had finally crossed a line that had been looming between you for so long.

As you sat there, your hands still intertwined, you realized something important. No matter how hard you had tried to control your feelings, to dictate what your heart should or shouldn’t do, it was impossible. The heart had a mind of its own, leading you to places you hadn’t expected, to emotions you hadn’t planned.

You couldn’t force yourself to stop liking him, just as you couldn’t force your heart to stay silent any longer. And now, sitting here with Han, his hand in yours, you were glad you hadn’t tried to.

----

blue sticky note part 1. part 2.

an: ill do minho next

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| Your friend snitched on you for having a crush on them (Stray Kids)

HYUNG LINE

MAKNAE LINE

Warnings: swearing

a/n: sorry for posting late I was busy at school :(

|Han Jisung

|Felix

|Seungmin

|Jeongin

mirror sex w/ han

warnings: ROUGH sex, degrading, dacrophilia, bit of choking, pet names, (han calls reader slut, whore, etc) handcuffs, hair pulling, a cheeky slap, one mention of breeding

a/n: this has been sitting in my drafts since the lollapalooza vlog came out but i was too scared to post but it’s 11:23pm so rn idc. enjoy xox

you were a MESS. sweat sticking your hair to your face mixing with tears that never stopped falling from your eyes from the unbelievable pleasure your pussy was receiving.

“oh babygirl, don’t make me ask you again, fucking look. at. yourself” han demanded from behind you as he gripped a handful of your hair, yanking your head upwards and forcing you to look at your fucked out self in the mirror in front of you. you couldn’t see much of what was going on from how your tears were blurring your vision but you could certainly feel it. han, mercilessly ramming into you, gripping you by the hair and the cuffs that tied your hands together behind you.

“such a good girl, taking my cock like the slut you are” han chuckles. “you fucking love this don’t you? being used like a whore”. and it was true, you really did. with each thrust into you, you jerked further and further forward, your breath fogging the mirror in front of you. your mouth hung open and you scrunch your eyes closed as the pleasure in your stomach grew more and more.

“s..ir” you whine out through jagged breathes, “s’too.. much..”. the pleasure in your abdomen causing another wave of burning hot tears to fall from your eyes. han pulls out of your aching cunt and quickly flips you over, arms still chained and your legs spread wide, on full display for him.

“aww it’s too much? can’t take it baby?” he mocks, tilting his head at you and laughing at your desperate head shakes. “thought you were a slut for my cock no?” he says, once again ramming into you and his head is throw back.

“FUCK! ah-“ you scream as he roughly thrust against your sweet spot, your pussy becoming wetter and wetter. he wrapped his hand around your neck and broken moans were flowing out of your mouth as han grinned at you in pride. knowing he was the only man that could make you feel like this and how you would happily submit yourself to him like this made him feel so smug.

“that feel good baby? having your pussy fucking ruined, yeah?” he says, frantically bucking into you and landing a slap to your tits.

“ye- YES! fuck-“ you mewled, struggling to think straight. you absolutely loved being so blissfully out of your mind all because of hans cock in you, practically destroying you. “wan- want you to breed m- me sir” you begged and han chuckled in reply.

“oh i will baby girl, but i’m no where near close to be finished with you yet…”

hiii, so im a new follower but i LOVE your work so much its just *chefs kiss* 😣❤️

so im not sure if youve already done this or not, i haven’t gone that deep into a rabbit hole in your page yet lol anyways

i was wondering how you would think skz ot8 would react to reader having a belly piercing/a back tattoo?

really really love what you do ✨🤍🎀 MWAH !!!

hello lovely anon!!! it’s so nice to meet you🫂 stay a while i hope you enjoy the rest of my work ahh TYSM🥹🤍

okay let’s get it!!

SKZ X GENDER NEUTRAL READER🖤

mainly fluff, some are kinda suggestive.

bangchan

you drop your bags in the hall as you slump through the doorway and into you and your boyfriends shared apartment.

“hi baby” chan shouts from the kitchen. kicking your shoes off, you see him appear in your peripheral vision and soon you feel his hands wrapping round you. “long day?” he says as you nuzzle into his should and nodding your head.

“tired” you mumble into his t-shirt, instantly feeling more relaxed at the familiar smell of his purfume. “how about i give you a massage baby, hm?” a smile spread across his face as he admired your cuteness in your tired state. “yeah? okay. go get undressed and i’ll be there in a second”

you pretty much drop onto the bed just after you strip down and lay on your front, enjoying the feeling of the soft mattress underneath you. you hum in contentment.

“okay baby so i’ve got the oi-“ chan cuts himself off and you turn your head in confusion. “um.. when did you get that?” he says with a smirk on his face, clearly loving the new piece on you.

“a few weeks ago” you say, still looking back at him with a smug smile on your face.

“and i haven’t seen it?!” he exclaims, practically running to your bed and jumping over the top of you to admire your new decoration.

“you like it?”, the answer already apparent with the look on chans face. you chuckle and turn your head again to rest on your arm.

“i absolutely love it! darling it’s so beautiful”….

lee know

you feel your body shiver as you pull your shirt over your head and to the floor, your body involuntarily shaking like a leaf at cold air in the room. it had been a long night out with the members and you couldnt wait to get into your pjs.

“oh my- baby- ” you hear lee know say from behind you. it was a rarity that lee know was ever at a loss for words but you knew that your new tat you didn’t tell him about was a good contender at making it a possibility. you were right.

“yesss?” you tease, turning around to face him and walk towards the edge of the bed where he was sat, his jaw practically hitting the ground. you could see his approval of your decision by the tent that was forming in his pants.

“as absolutely stunning as you are, turn around again”. and you do, feeling particularly smug right now. “wow” he says and you hear him walking towards you. suddenly you feel his hand tracing along your back and you quickly struggle to keep your composure, your breathe hitching in your throat.

“y- you like it?” you mewl through jagged breaths at the feel of his hands roaming your back causing goosebumps to form all over your naked body.

“a lot. however.. i may have to punish you for not asking for permission before you got it..” lee know says and the words linger in the air between you two. you knew by the shift in the atmosphere just what was about to happen and a smile tugged at your lips. it was gonna be a long, pleasurable night and you knew by the end of it, your tattoo may not be the only new marking on your back….

changbin

“are you 100% sure you wanna do this y/n? i really don’t mind if you’re not, i’m more than happy just kissing you, you know that right?” changbin said with a panicked look on his face. you had finally told him that you were ready to have sex with him but since it was your first time, he wanted to make sure you were definitely ready.

“yes binnie, i am sure!” you said, a smile plastered all over your face which was soon reciprocated by your boyfriend. changbin raises his pinky to your chest and only when you wrapped yours around his did he take that as true confirmation. no matter how old he may be, a pinky promise was always sacred.

“okay” he whispers into your ear, working his way down, planting kisses down your neck to get you ready. your eyes flutter shut as you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding as his hands make their way down your waist and underneath your oversized t-shirt. you open your eyes at the pause of his hands over you and you see his face is covered in surprise.

“what’s wrong?”. the words rush out of your mouth in panic but you begin to see the smirk tugging at the side of his mouth and your anxiety quickly dismisses itself.

“i didn’t know you had your beautiful tummy pierced?” he says excitedly. he lifts your t-shirt, eager to see it in person. he looks at your tummy and then back at you with such a huge smile on his face. he clearly approves. “wanna see more of you babe, like right now!”….

hyunjin

“my love?” hyunjin speaks from across the bed as you dangled your legs over the other side, himself propped upwards against the headboard and staring at you from behind.

“yes baby?” you reply. “when did you get such a beautiful tattoo?” he asks and you can hear the smile on his face through his words. you hear the bed squeak as he leans closer and the whispers of “aahs” from behind you.

“only a few days ago, it’s still quite sensitive” you say. “i won’t touch is then but wow it’s beautiful. beautiful tattoo for my beautiful baby” you blush at his words as you lean towards your console, flicking the tv on in the process. friday nights were spent by you and hyunjin both having ‘me time’, however you couldn’t ever bring yourself to leave each others sides. he drew and you played video games.

the rustling of pencil on paper was one of the most comforting noises for you as you had soon connected the noise to your boyfriend, hyune. after about half an hour, you felt the bed dip behind you and a tap on your shoulder. you turn your head in attention.

“what do you think love?” hyunjin whispered into your ear as he handed you a drawing of your new back tattoo. your mouth falls open and your eyebrows ruffle in utter disbelief at how beautiful the picture was and how much love you could tell was put into it.

“hyunnie it’s beautiful!” you say, your voice wobbly as you feel tears start to prick at your eyes.

“not as beautiful as you darling”…

han jisung

“turn over babe, let sungie spoon you” han says as he sniggers down your ear at the cringe that just came out of his own mouth.

“oh ji” you exasperate and let out a huffed laugh, rolling your eyes and turning around so your back is resting against hans also bare chest.

“oh- y/nah!!” he gasps and you jump slightly at the sudden loudness of his words. “pretty pretty pretty!” he says as he adores your new tat. “it’s so beautiful!” he says wrapping his free arm around you and swaying you both back and forth in your bed.

“you like it then ji?” you chuckle as he begins to trace the outlines of the black ink in your skin, the strokes on your back sending shivers all up you but han didn’t seem to notice. you hum in relaxation.

“i love it so much” he whispers down your ear as he continued to trace the shapes of your tattoo over and over again only ever stopping to plant kisses on the decorated area.

“not as much as i love you though”. he speaks softly down your ear as to not disturb your relaxed state.

“oh- are you sleepy?” he mutters and you moan as confirmation.

“okay, goodnight angel”

felix

“hey lixxxx” you sing, nearly running towards your boyfriend just as you got through the door. you practically throw yourself into his arms and he laughs contently.

“aww hi baby, what’s got you all smiley?” felix says, smiling as he runs his hand through your hair and planting a kiss on your head. “welll you know that thing i’ve been wanting to do for weeks now..” you say swaying side to side in his arms looking up at him. “yes- oh my god you did it!” he says just as excited for you as you are.

“yes! and look how pretty it is” you exclaim, eagerly lifting your t-shirt up to show him your new tummy piercing. he leans down to adore it too.

“your tummy was so beautiful before but nowww.. wow! , it’s so sparkly y/n!” he says with a huge smile on his face in reaction to your elation. “you’re so adorable i wanna just squish you” felix said as he lifted you off your feet and towards the couch. he gently plants you down underneath him and begins trailing kisses down your chest and towards your stomach. you hum as he kisses all over your tummy, careful not to catch the jewellery.

“my darling, you are getting more and more irresistible by the day”…

seungmin

“hey baby” seungmin greets, accompanied by an evening kiss. “you look gorgeous, have you been out? it was meant to be your rest day today” he says, plopping himself next to you on the sofa, the smell of his perfume lingering around you as he rests his head on your shoulder.

“maybeeee..” you say teasingly, leaning into him. “oh yeah?” his ears perking up in interest. “and where did you go?” he asks attentively.

“to get a new tattoo” you smile and the look of shock on his face is so comical you can’t help but huff out a laugh. “really?! oh my god let me see” he begs, his legs jittering in excitement. you turn your back to him and take your shirt off, discarding it on the sofa next to you.

“oh my- it’s beautiful” seungmin gasps in awe. “i love it!” you turn around to look at him. “no, i’m not done looking” he states, and you chuckle. turning your back to him once again, you feel his fingertips tracing the currently sealed skin and the pressure feels so relieving on the sensitive area you let out a sigh at the feeling.

“what do you think?” you ask, already knowing the answer. “you look so hot is what i think” seungmin replies. “but as much as i love it baby, i must ask, how long is it now until we can have sex?” seungmin says, his lip pouting and you giggle in response.

“you know minnie.. there are ways to have sex that won’t hurt my new tat?” you say insinuatingly, raising your eyebrows.

“go to the bedroom, right now”…

jeongin

“innie are you showering?” you yell from outside the bathroom door. “yes baby” he replies, shouting through the water pouring and the music blaring in the bathroom. you open the door and let yourself in, the misty air instantly making you warm. peeping your head around the shower curtain, you were greeted by his beautiful naked form. you will never get tired of adoring his body. “mind if i join you?” you ask, however already knowing the answer.

he responds with a smile and reaches his hand out for you to balance on as you climb into the bath tub. exactly as you did with him, he stares at your naked body up and down, admiring you. however, a gasp leaves his mouth as his eyes rest on your belly button. he looks up at you with a smile.

“i really fucking like that” he smirks, tilting his head back, rinsing the bubbles out of his hair. you move closer to him and run your hands up his waist. “like what innie?” you ask with faux confusion.

he slowly looks back down at you with narrow eyes, lifting your chin up to face him with his thumb and forefinger. “you know exactly what it is that i like” he says smugly, leaning in to kiss your parted lips. suddenly, his hands are roaming your stomach and you nearly melt into his touch. you can only whimper in response and you can feel him smile into the kiss.

“you drive me so fucking crazy y/n”…

a/n: sorry some of them are lowkey trash i really tried my best to make the scenarios different from each other but i hope i did anons request justice🤍

get your tickets to the freak show *MoodBoard*

description: jisung's loud friends thinks the cute bookstore worker but would be boring in bed. they make a bet to see if she really is, but it doesn't go how they think. maybe they should learn how to speak more quietly in a quiet bookstore.

warnings: smut, unprotected sex, oral(fem & male receiving), dirty talk, a bit of switch for both jisung and the reader, face sitting, marking kink, multiple orgasms, multiple rounds(literally 2), choking, creampie, one sexy text

wc: 6.2k+

Post Date: Thursday, September 22nd at 3:33pm CST

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