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hand sanitizer | p.js.
pairing: jisung x reader
genre: high school au, fluff
word count: 3.7k
warnings: none
summary: you just wanted to hang out with chenle and jisung and eat a bagel during class and enjoy the company of your classmates — and all three of those did happen, just not one after the other as you’d normally expected.
a/n: stay safe everyone!
Your break between your Friday classes is ten minutes, long enough to put your books down, grab a snack from your locker, and talk to Chenle before the teacher opens the class with an entertaining story about his three year old son.
But your usual teacher is not here today (he is at a wedding, after which your class can expect at least two stories about the experiences he had that day), and in his place is a substitute teacher, a mother of one of the students in your class who has brought your group some bagels to eat during the lesson. She is kind, and is at the moment reviewing some notes as you and Chenle catch up.
Chenle is animatedly recounting what happened in physics last hour, how him and Jisung were supposed to be making marble rollercoasters out of halved pool noodles and tape, and that Jisung kept dropping the marbles so often that him and Chenle had to switch jobs in their group.
“He really does have poop hands,” Chenle sighs, shaking his head at you as if to say, Can you believe this guy?
Jisung shrugs, not saying anything in response. You two aren’t close friends, but you both had befriended Chenle (actually, Chenle had befriended you both) and are now on good terms with each other.
He also has a tendency to make you nervous. Maybe it comes from his height, but it most likely is because he hangs out with the “in-crowd” and you don’t. It doesn’t stop the two of you, though, from politely greeting one another in the hallway, adding on to the other’s comments in class, and the like.
“You guys can go get your bagels,” the substitute teacher says, standing up from the desk and opening the box of bagels. “We have cinnamon… pretzel… plain… chocolate, is this chocolate? No, this is blueberry…”
You take a plain bagel and reach for the knife in the plain cream cheese, because original is best, right?
“Basic,” you hear Jisung whisper as he reaches past you to get his pretzel bagel.
“You can never go wrong with the original,” you reply simply, and you glance over your shoulder to gauge his reaction.
He’s smiling, obviously not meaning what he said to be taken seriously.
“Wait, guys!” Chenle makes both of you turn around. He’s standing by the shelf that has a container of hand sanitizer, made available to both students and faculty. “We should sanitize before we eat. Don’t want to…” He searches for the right thing to say. “Die.”
Jisung reluctantly sets the plastic knife down, as do you, before walking over to your friend.
“This is the biggest bottle of sanitizer I’ve ever seen,” says Chenle, pressing all the way down on the pump, causing the blue-specked liquid to pool in the palm of his hand.
“Probably from Costco,” you say, getting some of it yourself.
“Yeah, these are probably the biggest bottles Costco offers.” He gasps dramatically. “They’re the jumbo bottles! This is where all of the baby sanitizer bottles come from!”
“The mothership!” You have absolutely no reason to build on Chenle’s comment, nor do you feel like making a fool out of yourself in front of Park Jisung, but you digress. From your place a few ways away, you watch the two boys as they keep talking.
You’re surprised when Jisung adds on to the chaos. “Yeah stupid jumbo bottles, pew pew pew —” He punches the almost-full bottle, which comically seems to fall in slow motion, landing on its side with a thump.
You see the droplets flying from the nozzle but feel them before you can register what happened.
Your right eye stings, as if it’s being burned off, and you flail your arms in confusion, shouting. “Ah—ah Chenle! I need your waterbottle—!”
“What?”
“Waterbottle!” You wave your hand around, trying to find it while covering your eye. Chenle unscrews the cap, handing it to you, and you pour some water onto your cupped hand, dumping it onto your face.
“Oh—oh (Name)—Mrs. Han has a sink in her room, you should go there.”
You stumble your way around the table, through the door, and across the hallway to the science room. Behind you, Chenle whispers to a wide-eyed Jisung, “Poop hands.”
You burst into AP Chemistry, seven pairs of eyes on you as your heels cause you to slip and nearly fall onto the tiled floor. It would have been really funny if your eye didn’t feel like it was on fire. Yanking the sink handle, you lean over the sink and hastily splash water into your eye.
There’s a silence in the room, until Ryujin, your best friend, asks, “... Are you okay?”
“Oh my goodness (Name), what happened?” Mrs. Han’s voice is filled with sympathy.
“I just—” You blink a couple times, affirming that your eye is clear before turning the faucet off, and turn around to face her, water streaking down the right side of your face. “Someone from my class punched a bottle of hand sanitizer and some flew into my eye.”
“How did that even—what?” Jeongin, your seatmate from calculus class, looks at you, concerned.
“I don’t know.” You blink again. The pain is starting to return, only a mere tingling at the moment, but it could get worse anytime soon. Your eyesight is still relatively normal, though, good enough to read the words “PERIODIC TABLE OF ELEMENTS” on the wall opposite of you.
The sound of the door opening catches your attention. Jisung slowly pokes his head in, biting his bottom lip nervously as he surveys the damage done to you. He looks embarrassed, apologetic, and upset.
“Jisung,” Ryujin begins, “did you punch the hand sanitizer?”
He nods, his gaze flitting to you and the water that’s dripping off of your chin. You immediately rip off a paper towel and dry your face carefully.
Your best friend sighs. “Park Jisung… why?”
“I don’t know, I was just being dumb, and I’m really sorry—” He glances back to you. “I’m really sorry,” he repeats, this time a bit quieter.
“It’s fine,” you say out of habit.
As if it was fine. But you weren’t mad at him, you might even call yourself sorry.
It was true that he was one of the more popular kids at school, someone who could do as he pleased, but he wasn’t a jerk about it, especially to people less popular than him and his friends (such as yourself).
Yet the dynamic made you want to apologize, too: “Sorry, Jisung, I got in the way of your hand sanitizer. I shouldn’t have been standing there.” He could run into you in the hallway and cause the contents of your pencil case to skid across the floor, and you would still be the first to say sorry.
“Oh, (Name), I have the eyewash station over here.” Mrs. Han walks over to where you have propped yourself up against the sink and pulls out a bottle from a plastic mould on the wall. “You’re the first one to use it,” she adds, ripping off the plastic covering around the cap.
Your best friend golf claps for your minor achievement and you smile—almost laugh — in spite of yourself.
“Go to the nurse’s office and she’ll help you, okay?”
“Good luck!” says Jeongin, and the other five students chime in with their “Bye (Name)!” and “Come back and learn chemistry with us ~” and “Don’t die!” (Ryujin, of course).
You’ve forgotten that Jisung was at the door until you reach it. He holds it open for you and makes sure that it’s closed before asking, “Do you want me to go with you?”
“Do you need to go to the nurse, too?”
“No, I just—I can walk you there and back. So you don’t have to go alone…” He’s rambling, and he knows it. “I want to do something to make it up to you.”
His answer almost makes you stop completely. Popular student Jisung? Asking if he could walk you to the nurse’s office? If he could spend time with you, even though you two are in different friend groups? If he could do a favor for you?
“Are you trying to skip class?” you ask skeptically, clutching the bottle of eyewash with both hands because it starts to feel heavier.
“No… no!” He puts his hands out, stretching his fingers as if to say “stop”.
You finally spin around and stop walking. “Then you should go back,” you say, half-smiling. “There’s bagels.”
He walks to the classroom, but his hand stays frozen on the door handle as he stares at your retreating back.
He really is sorry about what happened.
The nurse fills a shallow cup with the eyewash solution and teaches you how to hold it. “Stand near the sink,” she says, “and blink a few times so that it can get into your eye.”
You do as she tells you to, feeling a cooling sensation replace the burning from earlier. “How many times?”
“However long it takes for the pain to completely disappear.”
You stand there for a minute or two as the nurse takes down your name and grade in the recordbook, marking that you were in her office today, that you had gotten hand sanitizer in your eye (you weren’t sure if she wrote how it happened, and you hoped she wouldn’t, after the explanation you gave while leaving out Jisung’s name), and that you used some eyewash to help reduce the pain.
Once your eye is okay, you tell the nurse and dump the remaining liquid down the sink, throwing away the cup and thanking her as you pick up the bottle of eyewash.
You were eager to get back to class (and to your bagel), so you go back to the science room and—
You slip in the exact same spot as before.
You don’t even fall, you just flail your arms around as everyone stares at you. You hear your Ryujin saying “(Name) are you actually okay?” as you stabilize yourself at the sink.
Giving her a thumbs-up and smiling at Mrs. Han to show that, you were, in fact, okay, you set the eyewash bottle in its rightful place on the wall.
“You’re alright now, (Name)?” the teacher asks.
“Yeah, thanks for the eyewash!” You exit the class laughing good-naturedly at your clumsiness, and the AP Chem class laughs as well, not at you, but with you.
And now back to your own classroom.
You walk in and Chenle’s head turns so fast you thought you heard his bones crack. “You good?”
You nod and silently take your seat next to him, breaking off a bit of your plain bagel and chewing it as you glance at his messy notes to capture what you’ve missed.
And you deliberately do not look at Park Jisung. Maybe because you don’t feel like dealing with him right now, or maybe because you can slightly see him in your peripheral vision and you notice that his entire face is covered in a fierce blush.
As for Jisung, he notes that your eye looks a bit red, and he feels so incredibly guilty that he can’t bring himself to look back at you.
The teacher asks how you are doing, and you recount that Mrs. Han let you use the eyewash, and that everything went smoothly, and that you were fine now.
Your classmate Taehyun leans across the table, speaking directly to Jisung. “Don’t you have something to say, Jisung?”
The boy in question covers his face and blurts out, “I’m sorry, (Name)!” before burying his head in his arms. The class laughs and resumes as per usual. Your eye doesn’t bother you for the rest of the period.
Jisung apologizes to you again outside of the classroom, trying to see if your eye is still red, before hearing you accept his apology and disappearing to his next class.
He finds you once more after school, asking what your favorite flavor of milk is, but you wave him off.
Yet he insists that he really wants to make it up to you, he feels so terrible about it. He’s in the middle of asking about crackers when you realize he won’t stop feeling guilty until you let him do something about it.
An idea suddenly comes to you: “Do you like frozen yogurt?”
Jisung stops in the middle of his sentence. “If you like Dorito’s I could—what?”
“Do you like frozen yogurt?”
He crosses his arms. “But I’m trying to figure out what you like.”
“I know. I like frozen yogurt, but if we’re going to get some food then I need to ask if you like it, too.”
“But—”
“You really don’t think you’re going to walk in there and buy me something without getting anything for yourself?” You raise your eyebrow, watching the wheels turning in his head.
“So we go together?”
No, Jisung, we go at different times. “Yeah… we just need to figure out when. See you.” You mentally curse yourself at your method of ending the conversation, but if you had to deal with him longer you might—
“What — what about today?” he suggests, barely audible. When you turn around to look at him, he’s fiddling with his hands and avoiding your eyes.
You’ll be the end of me.
Twenty minutes later, the two of you are at the dessert place a few blocks away from school. You try not to think about those twenty minutes, which you spent in near-silence walking next to each other.
Neither of you say what you’re thinking:
This feels like a date.
You get your choice of yogurt and toppings, noticing a bin of chocolate wafer straws and putting one of them in your dessert. When you were younger, you used to stick them in milkshakes and try to suck your drink through it, complaining after ten minutes or so when the straw started getting soggy. And then, once you’d gotten a bit older and learned that putting wafers in milkshakes wasn’t a very good idea, you started to mature, meaning that you’d break them into four pieces and pretend to smoke a chocolatey cigarette. But over time, your parents eventually stopped buying them for you, trying to steer you away from unhealthy snacks of that kind.
I haven’t had one of these in forever…
You add another one to your cup.
Jisung’s chocolate and pink lemonade and a second helping of chocolate are already on the scale. You place your cup next to his, comparing the two and feeling relieved that he got more than you did (if it had been the other way around, it could seem greedy, as if you were trying to take advantage of his kindness…).
He fiddles with his phone, about to pay, but stops after seeing how much you got for yourself. “That’s all?”
“Um… yeah.” You smile awkwardly at him and he focuses his attention solely on paying.
The girl at the counter is looking between you and Jisung, possibly trying to figure out what’s going on. You don’t miss her once-over of you, nor her lingering gaze on him.
And you don’t know how to feel about that.
“Back off, he’s mine”? Or “could you please not”?
Wait, what am I doing? We aren’t even friends.
And you almost wish that it wasn’t the case.
You choose to sit outside, away from the girl at the register, claiming that the weather is too nice not to.
Jisung eats his first spoonful and makes a face.
“What?”
“The gummy bears are hard…”
“Yeah, gelatin hardens when it’s cold,” you say, as if it’s obvious.
He groans, mumbling something that sounds like, “I hate science.”
You get some chocolate chips in your spoonful of plain yogurt, and he straightens up.
“They had cheesecake?”
“No, this is plain.”
“Plain?” The corner of his mouth lifts as he digs his spoon back into his cup. “So basic…”
“Excuse me?” You jam your utensil in your yogurt so that it sticks straight up. “I’m basic?”
“I should have guessed plain, of course,” he says, pretending to ignore you while watching your reaction. “Plain bagel, plain cream cheese, plain ice cream—”
“This isn’t ice cream, it’s frozen yogurt!”
He rolls his eyes and licks his lips like it’s second nature—which you might even consider attractive—and you can’t tell if he’s doing it to tease you or make you suddenly very aware of what very nice lips he has oh no—“Same difference.”
“I—” You sigh, shaking your head and returning to your yogurt, trying to get the fresh image of his eye roll and lips out of your head. “I give up.”
You haven’t touched either of your chocolate straws yet, so when you pick one of them up, Jisung notices them for the first time. His eyes go wide and his mouth forms an “oh”.
“Wafer straws?”
“Mmhm.” You bite the end of the one you’re holding and savor the taste of plain yogurt melding harmoniously with the chocolate.
Jisung gives you a pleading look and holds up a long finger. Just one, please.
“I only have two,” you say in a half-sincere warning tone, biting off another piece.
“Just a little bit of one? Please? I didn’t know they had them.”
You sigh but smile, handing him the other wafer, tipped with a soft point from where it had been separated from the rest of your yogurt. “One each,” you explain cheerfully before he can say anything in response.
He looks at you in amazement before whispering a “thank you”, nibbling on the end of it thoughtfully.
Jisung sees your hands resting on the table, and realizes that they’re so small when he compares them to his own. He wonders what it would be like to hold them, and to hold you (almost; he stops himself before he can go on).
He stares at you, taking in every detail, trying to memorize what color shirt you’re wearing and what other kind of yogurt you got yourself besides plain and he loses track of what else, only later finding himself thinking about your eyes, they intrigue him as to knowing the person—you—behind them.
Jisung catches sunlight being reflected off of them and he suddenly can’t stop thinking about what if he was crazy enough to say all of this out loud to your face, what if his hands wouldn’t stop sweating and he could take yours in his and turn your gaze towards him, or even if you would just look up to meet his own eyes—
You look up. “What?”
“What?”
“You’re staring at me. Is there something on my face?”
“No… no! I was just looking at your eyes,” he blurts out, immediately regretting what he had said, knowing that it probably sounded weird.
You blink. “… Why?”
“Well they don’t seem to be red anymore, which is good,” he lies quickly, and luckily for him, you buy it.
“Park Jisung, I’m fine,” you say, nearly laughing at how anxious he is. “The nurse took care of everything.”
Jisung had originally anticipated that, despite getting way more frozen yogurt than you did, he would finish first (because his appetite is a bottomless pit and everyone knows that). And, not factoring in the time he didn’t know he would spend staring at you, he was the person to finish last.
Before he throws his cup away, you notice that he’s left all the gummy bears at the bottom. “You’re not going to eat those?”
It takes him a second to understand what you’re referring to. “No, they’re still hard.”
“I can eat them,” you offer.
“Hard gummy bears don’t deserve to be eaten,” he says, casually dropping his cup and spoon in the trashcan. When he sees the look on your face, he adds, “… And I spat one out earlier while you weren’t looking, but I don’t remember which one it was, so…”
Now you really laugh, now Jisung’s eyes form little moons as they greatly worsen his vision.
“I can’t see,” he says, trying to catch his breath, his cheeks starting to hurt from smiling for so long.
“Sounds like a personal problem,” you say quietly, not expecting him to hear it.
“Hey!”
He walks back with you to school and stops when he reaches the front stairs.
“We should do this again sometime.” The words spill out of his mouth before he can think about what he’s saying.
But to his surprise, you nod your head and agree. “This was fun.”
“Well — that —” He tries to hide how much he enjoyed it. “But — um — also because I feel like this wasn’t enough to compensate for the fact that I got hand sanitizer in your eye —”
“Ah, Jisung, just get over it,” you say. “I’m okay now. And besides, I…” You pause. “… Want to do this more often.”
And then Jisung says something he instantly wishes that he hadn’t said: “Like a date?”
Your cheeks flush and you try (and fail) to compose yourself. “Yeah, yeah I guess so,” you muse.
“Um…”
You glance up and you have never seen anyone look so embarrassed, Jisung’s ears are a bright red and his neck seems to be sweating. “Yeah?”
“Um… never mind.”
Your heart beats faster and you sincerely hope you know what he was about to say, but you don’t say anything, saying goodbye to him and receiving a “see you around” as you turn and leave.
It is at that moment you make up your mind that you’ll definitely go on that second frozen yogurt outing with him, and you’ll make sure he gets enough chocolate wafer straws, and maybe then, next time, one of the two of you will be able to find the courage to say the words that, this time, were unable to be said.
I like you.
[7:23 am]
for you and boyfriend!jisung, holding hands is a big no-no. there’s something about the act that makes both of you kind of nervous — a mix of anticipation and shyness, much like the feeling that comes right before stepping barefoot onto sand wetted by the ocean.
but recently, it’s gotten more and more difficult for jisung to restrain himself from brushing his hand against yours. this morning, as the two of you are walking to school in the winter weather, your hand is just so tiny, dwarfed by your sweater sleeves that fall midway to your fingertips...
as the wind picks up, he notices that you rub your hands together to generate some heat. you breathe on them afterwards, the air around your mouth curling into mist, and you smile.
from behind his coat collar, jisung smiles, too. he finds himself biting his bottom lip to conceal his grin. it’s the little things that make you happy, and it’s the little things about you that jisung loves.
something similar to courage rises in him, and with a burst of impulsiveness, he takes your hand in his, slipping them both into his jacket pocket.
you stare up at him, eyes wide, and he realizes that he may have just made a terrible mistake. “oh —” he begins to pull your hand out, embarrassed that he didn’t think things through. “but if you don’t want to — sorry, i forgot to ask —”
“no, no it’s okay.” you keep your hand in his pocket, allowing the heat of the fabric to warm your fingers. “thank you.”
“well —” he stammers out a bad excuse. “um, you looked cold.”
the general positioning of your arms forces you to walk more closely next to each other, shoulders bumping occasionally. the two of you slow to a stop, waiting to cross an intersection, and jisung uses that pause to spare a glance at you.
you’re trying to see your breath again, exhaling in small puffs that creates fog in the air in front of you. after one particularly clear breath of mist, you catch his eye, grinning proudly as if to say, yes, i did that, and you give his hand a small squeeze, lacing your fingers with his.
jisung has to look away so you don’t see him smiling like an idiot. the winter chill blows over his face, and the redness from his nose spreads across his cheeks, all the way to his ears.
but if anyone asks about it, at least he can blame it on the cold.
[10:27 pm]
stargazing is like spending time with jisung—the longer you do it, the more you see that you didn’t notice before.
“how many of them do you think are up there?” jisung asks, staring at the open sky.
you scoff. “at least twenty.”
“hey, i’m being serious.”
the playground is bare except for the two of you, sitting on the swings with heads craned towards the sky. you weren’t sure why, but you always found yourself coming back here, to the meeting place jisung had chosen in first grade. or rather, the spot by the swingset where he’d sent a cherry ball flying into the side of your head and begged for your forgiveness.
you like to tease him about it every once in a while.
the two of you used to have competitions to see who could swing the highest. and you sometimes wondered, if you went high enough, could you go up and around the top of the swings in a loop? other times, you would try to be in sync with one another. it never lasted very long, because jisung was heavier than you and reached the ground faster.
you slow yourself down to a mere sway, your sneakers gently brushing the platform below. “then i don’t know. ask google.”
“but i asked what you thought,” he says, sighing. you don’t have to see his face to know he’s pouting.
finally, you comply. “trillions, then. or more. once you get past trillions it doesn’t make much of a difference, does it? it’s just a lot.”
jisung hums, satisfied with your answer. the chains of his swing creak as he slows down to match your pace, and a comfortable silence falls between the two of you as you enjoy the night ambiance.
“look!” he fervently points at some arbitrary spot in the sky.
“what?” your neck cracks as you try to follow the direction of his finger.
“i just saw an asteroid,” he whispers, as if it’s some rare occurrence that he just witnessed, something even supernatural. that’s jisung for you—he notices the smallest details and makes you think about it for a moment. at times, you admit, it still catches you off guard, but that’s one of the things you like about him, how he never seems to lose his sense of wonder.
a smile makes its way across your face. “isn’t it called a meteorite?” you lower your gaze back to earth, back to him, just in time to see him scrunch his nose at you.
“whatever.”
it’s peaceful once more, save for the breeze that blows by your ears. you lean your head against the chains of your swing, pensive. oh, if only your best friend knew that the wonder he has for the world, you have for him.
“what are you thinking about?” jisung whispers. his eyes are swirling with curiosity, his head tilted in genuine interest. it would be so easy for you to lie and say something stupid, like aliens or ramen, but tonight you find yourself unable to ruin the mood. aliens and ramen are uncalled for, so you go with the next best worst option:
“you.”
it’s out, it’s out, and you’d rather move to another planet than deal with the embarrassment you’re experiencing right now. heat creeps up the back of your neck and you struggle to hold your gaze.
jisung’s lips part in surprise. “o-oh.”
“never mind,” you say hurriedly. this is awkward enough as it is. what time must it be? past ten, for sure. it’s late and getting colder, so maybe you should suggest heading home. yet you’re so caught up in your own thoughts that you almost don’t catch his response:
“me too.”
you look up, not sure you heard correctly. “what?”
“i—i just... i guess—i was thinking about you... too.” he fumbles with his words, never meeting your eyes. “because i, um.” he swallows. “i like you.”
“huh?” it’s ridiculous, your immediate reply. it’s stupid, laughable. but here you are, a little dumbstruck yet impressed at his confession.
“i—don’t make me repeat it, please.” he hangs his head in shame, an apology ready on the tip of his tongue, when you speak up.
“no—no, i heard you the first time. i... like you too.” your words trail off, but he hears them all the same. “um—what were you thinking about?” you ask, trying to break the tension.
“me? just—just that, you know... you came out here with me. to look at stars. which is boring. and you listened to me, too, and you’re just so... so...” he tries to find the right word to describe you, but all that keeps coming to his mind is perfect, and he definitely doesn’t want to say that one out loud. not after he just admitted to his long-time best friend about his long-time crush on her. “... understanding?” it comes out as a question, but it makes you laugh, and he can’t help but smile.
you lean back, swinging your legs above the ground. “nothing’s boring with you, jisung.” and you don’t feel bad about how cheesy it makes you sound, because that’s the truth.
“oh, um, thanks... and what were you thinking about?” he asks tentatively.
“i’m not telling you.”
“what!”
“well, it gives me an excuse to tell you another time.”
another time. those words play over and over in jisung’s head. there’s going to be another time. “tomorrow?” he says without thinking. “can we do the same thing tomorrow?” there’s hope in his voice. he’s still so curious about your thoughts, always wanting to learn answers to everything.
“yeah,” you say, smiling softly. “let’s do it.”
jisung is naturally curious about a lot of things. he’s eager to know more about the stars, and why they change, and about the world around him.
and you. you, who is beaming up at him, making warmth bloom from his chest to the tips of his fingers. what about you?
i guess i’ll find out.
han jisung | cuddle breaks
synopsis: you’re stressing out because of finals and school work and your roommate decides to take care of your anxiety
genre: high school!au, fluff, slight romance, one-shot
pairing: han jisung x fem!reader
tw: none it’s all fluff, except for a bit of swearing
a/n: han jisung is baby, so i decided to write this for him, enjoy~
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“ugh... this stupid essay is gonna be the death of me...” you grumbled to yourself as your pen slowly drags itself across the paper. another written exam you had to complete, school was stressing the hell out of you.
you already turned in your slightly rushed history exam, and you already studied for your science exam that’s coming up in two days. luckily you pick up on subjects easily, but you still have some language projects to fill out and a math exam you have to study for. this current written exam has been giving you so much anxiety because it’s supposed to be at least five pages long, and you’re only on the second page.
sighing in frustration, you closed your notebook and leaned back in your swiveling chair while pressing your palms against your face. that was when you heard the front door open
quickly putting on your house slippers, you skidded to the source of the sound, and you are met to see your- very attractive roommate, han jisung. he was one of the best students in your classes, as you both shared a few classes. he was also a very charming and charismatic young man, making him very well liked amongst the teachers and students. to be roommates with him was like a blessing,
ever since you two started living together in this small cozy room, you two started to become good friends, and even help each other with work, but you didn’t want to dump your current problems onto him, so you instead smiled and greeted him.
“hey jisung, how was track practice?” you asked, and he just waved you off playfully while giving one of his charming smiles.
“same as usual, hyunjin and felix making things chaotic as always. seungmin trying to murder them with a stick. I’m surprised mr. wang hasn’t sent them to the principal yet due to everything they cause,” jisung chuckled while grabbing one of his hoodies on the coat rack and putting it on, he then went to the kitchen to cook something. confused, you followed him there.
you were then met with him pulling ingredients out of the pantry, it looked like ingredients to make kimchi fried rice, aka one of your favorite foods, and jisung knew this. he never cooked your favorite foods before, he saw you standing idly at the entrance of the kitchen and he chuckled again before speaking up.
“what is it, y/n? you were staring,” he giggled in a flirtatious manner, which snapped you out of your daze. you huffed and crossed your arms.
“just surprised that you’re making kimchi fried rice. you never make that,” you explained while averting your eyes away from him, your cheeks slightly pink from his previous remark.
“you’re just as observant as ever. i just felt like making this for you, due to the year coming to an end,” he answered and you cocked your head at him in shock, he’s never cooked anything for you before.
noticing your confusion, he chuckled and spoke “don’t give me that look, dear. i know you’ve been overworking yourself recently due to finals, and i think you’ve studied enough,”
your cheeks grew a deeper red due to the nickname he gave you, he’s never called you any pet names before, let alone even give you a nickname. you sigh and look at him.
“why are you so concerned? not like it’s your exams...” you remarked at him, trailing your sentence off. you were too busy looking away at him that you didn’t notice him approaching you and pulling you behind him, your back hitting his chest.
“unlike you i know when to stop studying. i can hear you late at night going to the kitchen getting coffee, and you never leave your room anymore. don’t think i haven’t been noticing, y/n. please just this once let me take care of your needs,” he said sweetly while curling your hair in his finger.
you just stand there in pure shock. jisung has never been this gentle with you. he’s usually teasing you and acts like a playful innocent child around you, but this side of him was just something completely new, and you can feel your face light up due to how close he was to you.
sighing knowing you’ve lost, you speak up. “okay... but just this once i’ll let you do this,” you say softly, and he smiles to himself knowing he won.
“now that’s what i want to hear, go to the living room while i’m cooking, it’ll be done before you know it,” he said while gesturing you to leave.
once you fully exited the kitchen, you sighed to yourself, but it was a very slow one. you hadn’t realized up until now how shaky your body has been from jisung’s touch. he’s never held you like that before, but you weren’t aggravated by it. if anything you’re more than happy that he did that.
“han jisung what are you doing to me...” you mumbled to yourself while heading to the living room and laying on the couch, not even giving yourself time to register that you’re falling asleep.
ꨄ
“hey sleepyhead... wake up...”
you groaned as you heard a soft and sweet voice speak to you, you got up groggily and rubbed your eyes to be met with jisung’s soft eyes. slightly moving back due to how close he was, you spoke to him with a question.
“what happened..?”
“you took a quick nap on the couch, the food is ready though. you’re so tired that you knocked yourself out right here on the couch,” he commented and you just hung your head low in shame, you felt weak for having to put this burden on him.
noticing your saddened expression, he sat on the couch and pulled you into a lopsided hug, and you stiffened up at this action, but you didn’t push him away.
“look i know you’re probably thinking that you’re being a burden or some stupid shit like that, but don’t. don’t think anything like that, if anything i’m glad i’m doing this cause i can actually check up on your health. if anything i should be the upset one here cause i haven’t been taking care of you..” jisung spoke softly, you never knew he was so emotionally intelligent. you sighed and leaned into his touch.
“no jisung none of this was your fault, i should have been taking care of myself like you said, but... i’m glad you’re doing this,” you said reassuringly while he smiled.
“that’s good, let’s go and eat now before the food gets cold,” he said while gently hoisting you up from the couch to lead you to the dining room where the food awaited.
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after having a delicious dinner cooked from the man han jisung himself, you were currently sitting on the couch with jisung, and a blanket draped around both of your guy’s legs as jisung scrolls through the tv with a remote in in hand as he was looking for a movie to watch.
being near jisung already sent your heart to an attack, as you felt your cheeks light up in embarrassment and your stomach had butterflies fluttering around it. him being this close to you is already making your stomach churn like butter, and your cheeks felt incredibly hot.
not knowing what else to do, you subconsciously leaned your head onto his shoulder and shifted your body closer to his, hoping that you’d get more comfortable in his loving grasp.
unfortunately for you that made you feel even more fluttery and you had the sudden thought run through your mind that jisung wouldn’t be comfortable with this. your point was probably proven as you saw his hand stop clicking the buttons on the remote. you screwed your eyes shut preparing for the worse.
but to your pleasant surprise, his hand wrapped around your body and he pulled you even closer to him, your head swimming in confusion and embarrassment due to this sudden action, but you sighed in content and left your body loosen up, he was so warm...
he eventually found a movie to watch and pressed play. he then rested his head on top of yours as the movie, as the atmosphere finally tensed down and you two got comfortable in your current position.
halfway into the movie, he felt you loosen up more than before, he looked over to you to see you were falling asleep. chuckling to himself, he turned off the movie and let you settle yourself onto him, but he wasn’t prepared for what came out of your mouth.
“i love you, jisung...” you mumbled sleepily, and that left the poor boy incredibly flushed as you fell asleep in his arms.
it took him a moment to process what you just said, and he smiled to himself, feeling the pink on his cheeks dust. he then got himself and you comfortable as he pulled you into his embrace, sighing in satisfaction due to how you smelled like fresh flowers from a field.
“i love you too, y/n..” he said to you softly before letting himself fall asleep, with you gently cuddled into his loving arms.
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hey y’all i’m back with with some han jisung fluff. he’s so adorable i just had to write for him
anyways if you have any requests send them in cause ya girl will write for any group on my pinned post
this is @/krysphycookiez logging off... ♡︎
Baby WELCOME HOME you're so good
I have a request but if you don't like it please feel free to refuse it 🙏
All bratty switchy pretty han and felix + fem reader
Got their dirty mouths you know
Whatever on your mind about the for real I'll it eat up
OH MY GOD THANK YOU FOR THE REQUEST 😭 my mind has literally been empty
MDNI 18+ || SMUT
warnings: profanity use, hair pulling, switch!reader leaning towards dom in this fic, brat taming, poly, switch!han, sub!felix, f!reader
a/n: IM SORRY ANON i just did sub!lix 😭 i cant come up with any ideas for switch lix /IM SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG 😭😭
The loud sound of a door slamming resonated through the bedroom, causing the poor boy laying on the bed to jump towards the nearby couch, startled by the sudden commotion. felix, who had been scrolling peacefully on his phone moments ago, watched as you barged into the room, han's wrist in your tight grasp. a shit-eating smirk donned han's face, raising the temperature of your already boiling blood.
a shiver ran through felix as he looked at you, your eyes piercing him with ice that seemed to increasingly solidify with each passing second.
well, whose fault was it that your two boyfriends decided to be a big fucking bitch on your one day off? the one day you could finally get some rest and watch some shows was disturbed by the infuriating boys, whether it was waking you up incredibly early pestering you for attention, clinging to you while you tried to cook a nice lunch, or teasingly moaning into your ear as you were gaming. when han had jokingly made a comment about how cold you were being today after felix left the room, your last string snapped.
you pushed han on the bed, mattress sinking under the pressure of both your weights. within a second, you felt hands around your waist, and suddenly your earlier position was now taken by the boy who was just under you a few moments ago. still in a stunned state, you felt his lips come in contact with your neck, sucking and biting.
a particularly harsh sting on your collarbone snapped you out of your daze, whipping han's body around. His eyes glared at your matching pair, silently battling for control. felix watched from the corner, nervously gulping when he came to the realization that you would be harsher with him, because he had took the initiative and definitely badgered you more than han.
as if reading his mind, your eyes slowly traveled to felix. the boy looked hurriedly, irritating you further. "baby," you cooed, honey dripping from your voice, "where did all that confidence from earlier go?" No reply. he swallowed, the slight movement of his adam's apple evident.
you glowered at han, then advanced towards felix, but not without sucking a mark into han's neck. the unexpected action caused the boy to let out a sharp gasp, body jolting. his mouth parted, as if to say something to your retreating figure, but rolled his eyes at you instead as you turned back to scowl at him. "I knew you don't have what it takes," he mockingly called out after you. Oh you would kill him for that later, but right now you needed to deal with your other boyfriend.
focusing your attention on felix, you could plainly see his growing erection. "i didn't even do anything yet," you raise an eyebrow. The flustered boy in front of you let out a series of stutters, trying to cover himself up, shying away from your gaze when he grasped the fact that he couldn't.
He seemed to regain some of his brattish personality, cocking his head to the side to look at you, "sure, but no one touched you either," he stated casually, eyeing your slightly stained shorts. A bitter laugh escaped your lips, before narrowing your eyes at him. Fingers abruptly flew to his soft blue locks, tugging back on them. his head fell back, landing on your shoulder. a soft moan flew out his pretty lips, music to anyone's ears. not that they could ever hear him making that sound.
releasing his now-messy hair, you led him to the bed, sharing kisses along the way. your lips trailed down his neck, marking your way further down.
a whine coming from beside you halted your actions, as you glanced to the side to see a pouty han, dissatisfaction plainly displayed on his face. "didn't he already get enough attention?" he grumbled, looking over at a dazed felix. han stared at you, deep chocolaty eyes blown wide with lust, and slightly wet hair from showering earlier curled a bit at the ends. you ignored him, setting your focus back on felix, hoping that han didn't notice the effect he had just made on you.
as your lips trailed down to felix's abdomen, the feeling of your undergarments being discarded caused you to swiftly whip your head around to stare at the boy responsible for it. "what?" han snickered, "i'm just helping."
he began making advances to strip, yelping as you stopped him with a harsh pull. He was now closer to you and felix, close enough for you to touch both of them. the feeling of felix rubbing against you snapped you out of your hazy state as you laid a hand down firmly on his toned body, pressing him down enough to stop his movements. a loud whine came from below you, and you looked down to see felix gazing at you, doe eyes wide. "move already," he complained, once again attempting to rut his hips up. lips tugging into a frown, dissatisfaction was clearly displayed on your face. your hips for started to roll, dragging a deep groan out from felix. "keep being a bitch and i'll stop moving," you scoffed. you wouldn't. "i won't!" the response was instantaneous, "i'll be good!" Once you got the response you wanted to hear, your eyes met han's, silently clashing for power. soft lips suddenly met yours, catching you off guard. your hand shot up, coming in contact with his jaw. startled, han's lips parted, allowing you to slide your tongue in.
BYE IM SORRY I HAVE TO CUT THIS OFF BUT LESS THAN A WEEK INTO THIS BLOG AND I ALREADY GOT WRITERS BLOCK😭 ill finish it in the future maybe? shjdsbs id just feel bad if i never answered this requesf so have this for now 🫶🫶
You know whats cool? Subby men
You know whats better? Yandere subby men
you know whats even better? Two yandere competitive subby men who are equally desperate for your attention that they have contests against eachother to prove to their mommy/mistress that they are so much better than the other and they deserve all your attention >:)
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idk why but i'm imagining hannie and hyunjin with this (maybe bc they're the most needy boys in my head😔)
them constantly trying to one up each other, trying to pick out the prettier lingerie, make themselves look better, tease you to the point where you'd fuck them but not punish them, trying to get with you while the other's out.
even going maliciously as far as to steal the other's phone and block your number, send your calls to voicemail. sabotaging the other with slashed tires so they'd miss their date with you, spill food or drinks on the other's clothing and ruin it.
though they'd never go as far as to hurt each other-they know that you'd be so sad and disappointed and they would hate that more than anything in the world
so in short, they'd be desperate and oh so pathetic in the fight for your attention.
seeing who can do the most romantic (?) gesture (in order to get railed by you)
hyunjin leaving out filthy little drawings he's made of just you and him, books with certain (naughty) pages dog-eared, little notes between paragraphs and sentences annotating as a way of describing the things he wants you to do to him, circling positions and highlighting sentences of dirty dialougue.
hannie leaving you small gifts in the form of sex toys and others of the type, he has enough money and is determined to spend it on buttplugs and cockrings, pretty outfits for either you or him to wear. pictures as well, of himself in compromising positions, urging you to go wherever he is to show him how much you appreciate them.
they delight in getting fucked when the other isn't-in fact they've agreed that they don't want to do shared scenes together entirely for that reason-begging you to take photos or videos of the entire lewd thing and send it to the other.
or even better, getting you to fuck them when the other is out and for them to walk in in the very middle:
hyunjin bent over the cold surface of the kitchen counter. having teased you with wearing absolutely nothing under his apron while making a romantic dinner for you and him to enjoy during date night (the food is burnt and pretty much inedible at this point but that doesn't matter bc he's getting his back blown out). it hadn't helped that he was playing his music, swaying along to the beat, singing along to the words as you sat at the kitchen table, fondly (and hornily) watching him before your patience finally snapped.
he's long gone, crying out your name and covered in evidence your love by the time hannie comes in after a long day of playing video games with felix and lee know, walking in on the entire scene:
hyunjin moaning so loud he could hear it from the front door. his hands gripping uselessly at the countertop while your fingers are threaded through his hair, pulling on it so hard his scalp burns but it's okay because he loves it. doing it all so you can lift his head up and whisper filth into his ear. thrusting into him so hard he swears he can see stars...and see when han walks in, giving him a triumphant smirk before you give an even harder thrust and his eyes roll back.
or,
coming home with a drunk and handsy han-you being equally drunk and handsy after a long night at the bar. he'd been teasing you all night long with a skirt and some thigh-highs, acting on his very best behaviour. that of course meaning that once he's had a single sip of any kind of drink his hands are never leaving your skin and his lips are even looser from the alcohol. he spends all night whispering (which isn't really whispering) dirty scenarios all night long, pleading with you to take him to the bathroom and use him-"quickly-so, so quickly mommy," he pants "jus-just in and out, i'll cum so fast for you, i'll be so so so so good~"
and god forbid that poor uber driver that took you home at the end of the night, having to listen to all of his drunken fantasies and sinful imagery (turns out he's pretty poetic when he's drunk).
coming in and disturbing hyunjin who sits on the couch reading his book by your body pressing han against the wall facing him, kissing and biting anywhere your lips can find purchase. the boy moaning loudly into your ear as his legs wrap around your hips, begging to have your cock/strap buried inside of him, telling you how much he needs to be filled up, he needs it so so so bad. and lastly, before you carry him over, disappearing into his room, han seeming to sober up just enough to smirk at hyunjin.
hi!! ive actually been reading your work for a long time but i never had the courage to actually request..
i was wondering if you could write for jisung! im a sucker for his deep voice *sobs* so could you write some something with jisung's deep voice? like him teasing you in the morning or reader comforting him when hes crying or smth idk HAHA
i really love your writings and i wanted to say thank you for comforting me when im down.
ilyyy!
ilysm anon :’) im so happy that you requested such a cute idea! thank you for your sweet message ♡
genre fluff . no warnings!
parings jisung x gn!reader
—9:35am˚✧₊⁎⁺˳✧༚
“jisung.” you cooed “jiiiiisuuuung.” you were determined to get your boyfriend!jisung up early today.
he looked so peaceful. “hmmm” he hummed lowly.
“jisung wake up.”
he lifted his head slightly off the pillow and looked at you with half-open eyelids. “good morning yn.” he said softly.
you swooned over his deep voice. you felt shy all of a sudden and covered your face with your hands.
“what’s wrong?” jisung reached for your hands, but you shook him away.
“nothing is wrong. you just..”
jisung raised his eyebrows, waiting for you to finish your sentence.
“you just make nervous.” you said quietly.
jisung smiled. “i make you nervous? how?”
“your voice.”
“my voice?” jisung continued to tease you.
“ynnnnn.” jisung said in an especially deep voice.
“stop jisung you’re doing this on purpose.”
he wrapped his lanky arms around your back and hugged you tightly, looking down at you in his arms. “you try. try to talk as deep as i do.”
you laughed at his request. “okay..”
you tilted your head down and mustered up all the strength you had in your throat, nearly straining your vocal chords, but barely a whisper came out.
jisung threw his head back laughing. he adored you.
you couldn’t help but notice how his adam’s apple moved when he laughed. curiously, you took a closer look and tapped it. “how do you do that?” you said.
flustered, he put his hand on his neck, where you had just touched. “you’re very cute, yn.”
hope you enjoyed!!!
can u please do more jisung ?? 😞🩵🩵 i love ur work
tangerine love
genre fluff ! no warnings
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pairings gn!reader x jisung
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“jisungggg, are you ready?” you peeped your head into your best friend’s room to see him scrambling around in a panic.
“i can’t find it!”
“what is it?”
“your present. i just had it last night and now i can’t find it.”
“oh.” you sighed in relief. “it’s no big deal, ji, let’s just hurry and go.”
it was your friendiversary, so for fun, you two usually just went to the park where you met as kids. normally you didn’t get each other gifts, but this year, jisung insisted.
you brushed off his concerns. “im gonna leave you here!” you threatened as you made your way to sit in the passenger’s seat of jisung’s car.
jisung hopped in and sulked. “i couldn’t find it… do you at least have the tangerines?” he looked over to you.
in your lap was a basket of freshly picked tangerines from the tree in his backyard. you planted it when you were younger, since you two have always shared a love for the fruit.
you got to the park and laid out a blanket on the grass. you set the basket down and signaled jisung to try them. “are they sweet?” his eyes lit up as he tore into the peel. “I don’t know. I haven’t tried them yet.”
he popped a slice into his mouth and immediately his eyes became squinted and his nose scrunched up. “eugh it’s so sour.”
“seriously? that’s too bad. I guess they aren’t ripe enough yet…” you picked one up and tossed it right back into the basket.
“oh right.” you remembered. “your gift.” you reached into the pocket of your sweater that was lying alongside the picnic blanket. you pulled out a little white box with orange ribbon around it tied in a bow.
jisung’s eyes widened. “wait. that box-”
before you could even hand it to him, he snatched it from you.
you rolled your eyes at his impatience. “geez, you could at least say thank you.”
inside the box was the exact thing jisung had lost. a little tangerine keychain charm. “where did you get this?”
you rubbed your neck nervously. “oh, well it’s a funny story. see, i actually forgot about the present thing, but this morning when I was walking to your house, i found it on the sidewalk around the corner. isn’t that weird? it was like a sign from the universe.”
jisung looked at you in disbelief and started laughing out of nowhere.
“what?” you laughed along. “sorry, i seriously forgot.. but it’s cute, isn’t it? put it on your bag! i’ll take it if you don’t want it…”
“yn.” jisung smiled. “this is for you. he handed it back to you. “i bought it on my way home last night so it must have fallen out of my pocket then. i just can’t believe you found it…”
“wait, really?” you clapped your hands in a fit of laughter. “you’re too cute, jisung.” you threw yourself onto the boy sitting beside you, now his head is resting on the cushioned blanket, and you’re lying across him. his arms instinctively wrapped around your back to hug you into his chest.
“don’t call me cute.” he said in his low voice. you can’t control your cuteness aggression when it comes to jisung, so you pinched his cheeks and pretended to bite him.
once you sat up, jisung followed your movements. he positioned himself behind you, so he could rest his chin on your shoulder, and hug you.
from the looks of it, you’re a couple.
“yn” jisung broke the silence. “look at the way we’re sitting right now. we might as well be a couple.”
“sure.” you shrugged in response.
“im just joking.” he hugged you tighter.
“no, really. we should try it. see what happens.” you leaned your head against jisung’s, still resting on your shoulder.
“seriously?” he laughed.
“yeah,” you hummed, “but what are we gonna do with all these tangerines?”
hi anon, so glad you requested! sorry it took forever. thank you for reading ♡ ps im too lazy to proofread this properly LOL
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chewing gum
genre fluff ! no warnings
pairings jisung x gn!reader
— 1:23 pm ˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚
you’d had your eye on this cute boy in your class for a while now.
park jisung was the boy that everyone had an eye for. he was good looking, smart, funny, sweet, and he always shared his gum.
“jisung, can i have some gum” somebody asked, then another, and another.
you didn’t really see the appeal of jisung’s gum, but you were curious to understand. you approached the crowd of people surrounding the popular boy’s desk, and your heart skipped a beat at the sight of the class celebrity. after a minute of staring, you built up the courage to say something. “can…” you stuttered. “i have a piece of gum?”
your sudden interruption took the attention away from jisung and heads turned to face you.
jisung raised his eyebrows at your request. “sorry. im all out.” he regretted to tell you.
your face was pink with embarrassment and you slowly backed yourself away from the table, so the group just went back to talking. “so jisung. do you like anybody?”
“yeah, i do, actually.” he responded.
hearing that, you figured you should just give up on him now before you try too hard and get hurt.
the next morning you walked into class and you couldn’t believe what was sitting on your desk. it was a stick of jisung’s gum. you gently lifted it up and unfolded it, and there was something written on it.
the inside of the wrapper read:
yn, sorry i didnt have any gum for you yesterday… i hope this makes up for it.
- jisung
you couldn’t stop smiling. you looked around the room to spot jisung, and you found him already smiling at you from his desk.
for the rest of the day, you couldn’t look at jisung without feeling shy.
the next morning you walked into class to see yet another shiny wrapper on top of your desk.
you immediately went to open it up, and you found another message inside:
will you go out with me?
no = ignore this
yes = blow a bubble
- jisung ♡
as much as your heart was fluttering, you started to panic. you’ve never been able to blow bubbles with your gum, and it seems like jisung was expecting a response soon. he was eying you from his desk on the other side of the room, you even made eye contact with him. you just smiled awkwardly, tucked the wrapper into your bag and popped the gum into your mouth.
the gum was flavorless at this point, but you still had to blow that bubble. at the end of the day, you hadn’t figured it out yet, but jisung approached you.
“hi yn.”
“hi.”
“sorry if I made you uncomf-”
“jisung.”
“—yeah?”
“how do i blow a bubble?”
he smiled.
thank you for reading 🫧 reqs always open
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𝙋𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜: bff!jisung x reader
𝙂𝙚𝙣𝙧𝙚: humor/crack
𝙎𝙎: 12
𝙏𝙒/𝘾𝙒: some curse words, mentioning of losing a grandparent, jisung has a lot of air in his head and is not using his brain 99% of the time
𝘼/𝙉: I got this idea because my bf sends me the most random shit he sees sometimes. So this is inspired by him and random dumb texts I found on pinterest.
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Can someone please send some requests for jisung or hyunjin? Idk what to write for a fic or like a fake text au and I need some inspo!!
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I'm so excited for new stuff that I'm writing. Thank you to everyone who sent in a request! For now my requests are still open. I will update it on my page when my requests are closed.
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Still open!! <3
Can someone please send some requests for jisung or hyunjin? Idk what to write for a fic or like a fake text au and I need some inspo!!
I'm suddenly writing three different fics at a time, while I was supposed to work on two fake texts requests 😩
I planned in enough things for the upcoming weeks but it could be that I'm slower in uploading my works after October 1st, as I start my new job that date.
I'm planning on keeping my requests open until September 30! After that I will close them so I can focus on the requests I've received, other works I've planned and ofc my job.
♬⋆.˚ 𝐁𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐬 ― 𝐇𝐚𝐧 𝐉𝐢𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐠
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𝙋𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜: idol!Jisung x GN!reader, established relationship
𝙂𝙚𝙣𝙧𝙚: fluff
𝙒𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩: 1.5k — 10 𝙢𝙞𝙣 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙
𝙏𝙒/𝘾𝙒: burned food, thats it
𝘼/𝙉: This was requested! I loved to write this one because this is inspired by something I did a few weeks ago. I tried to surprise my bf with cooking so he didn't have to do all the work but I failed, big time :') Hopefully, you'll enjoy it!
⤷ 𝘊𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘑𝘪𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘢𝘺 (𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨).
⋮ 𝗠𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁 | 𝗛𝘆𝘂𝗻𝗷𝗶𝗻'𝘀 𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻 | 𝗝𝗶𝘀𝘂𝗻𝗴'𝘀 𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻
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Jisung was tired. He just wanted to go home, cuddle with you on the couch or in bed, and watch Spirited Away. Comeback season was upon them, and he still wanted to spend as much free time with you as possible before he got too busy. After a few years together, you were used to him being so busy during comeback season, but you still wanted to make the most of the free time you had together before and during this time.
Jisung loved that about you. You knew how busy he could get because of his career. The long days, touring, and comeback stages were a part of his job and his life. Sometimes he wouldn’t come home to sleep. He would just sleep in the studio and continue the next day. You did express to him that you thought it was unhealthy to stay in his workspace for so long without having a break. And you meant really have a break. Closing your eyes for a few hours in the studio, waking up, and going straight back at it didn’t count.
You didn’t want him to overwork himself and at least come home in the evenings. Your shared apartment was only 15 minutes from the studio, so it wasn’t even a long commute home. You managed to talk him into coming home to sleep, even if it was in the middle of the night, so he could sleep in an actual bed with you and rest.
If he had an early morning and you had time, you’d wake up with him and make him breakfast while he got ready. You’d eat your breakfast together before he would leave for the day. This way, you’d still spend some time together. Other times, you would order takeout for him and his members. You’d bring it to him and eat with them. If they were really busy or behind schedule, you’d drop it off with a kiss and just eat your dinner at home.
Sometimes he wondered why you hadn’t left him yet. During comeback seasons, he was just so busy, he barely had time for you and your relationship. However, he found it difficult to communicate it when those feelings surfaced. He was scared you would realize you deserved better and leave him.
“You let me know that you are too busy and stressed to do anything with me. I know it has nothing to do with me and this is what your job requires of you. Yes, it is hard sometimes, and I miss you at times like that, but I love you too much to just give this up. I know that if the roles were reversed, you would support me and my dreams too,” you had said when he gathered the courage to address this to you.
After saying goodbye to the members, he quickly grabbed his stuff and went on his way home. During the day, you’d texted him that you’d be in charge of dinner tonight to surprise him. It brought a smile to Jisung’s face but also some concern. He knew you weren’t the best at cooking; that’s why you brought him and his members takeout on busy days instead of home-cooked meals. You could make simple things like scrambled eggs and warm up some soup, but that was about it.
It’s the thought that counts, Jisung told himself. He didn’t want to discourage you from trying new things, like trying new recipes. He texted you he was on his way home and couldn’t wait to see you. Putting his phone back in his pocket, he put on his headphones and went on his way.
Upon arrival at your shared apartment, he could hear your voice vaguely through the front door. He chuckled to himself and entered the home. Your voice echoed through the hallway, trying to rap Jisung’s part in a song of his you’d put on. By no means were you a rapper, but he could hear you having fun and moving around in the kitchen.
He quietly trekked to the kitchen to see you in action. You were moving to the beat of the music that was playing through the speakers in one of his oversized shirts. This was one of Jisung’s favorite sights: you being carefree and having fun, even if you were alone.
You cut up the ingredients before adding them to the pot on the stove. You grabbed your phone that was lying on the counter to read the next step of the recipe. While your back was turned to the doorway, you hadn’t noticed Jisung standing there leaning on the doorframe with crossed arms and admiring you.
In the most terrible pitch ever, you started rapping along with the music again. You added seasoning to the ingredients on the stove and read the next step again. Unbeknownst to you, the gas stove was on way too high and the food in the pan was slowly beginning to burn.
The burnt smell flowed through the kitchen and reached Jisung. He frowned and uncrossed his arms. You still hadn’t noticed he had come in and you definitely didn’t notice that the food was burning. Jisung reached out to you, and before he could tap your shoulder, you turned around.
You shrieked out in horror and dropped the cutting board with vegetables from your hands. Your hand clutched your chest as you recovered from your scare. “Ji, what the hell?! You scared me.” You let out a breath, and Jisung chuckled at your reaction. Before he could tell you, you already smelled the burned food. “Oh my god, no, I burned it!”
You rushed over to the pan and turned off the stove. A lot of smoke was already coming from the pan and filling the kitchen. The hood above the stove apparently wasn’t strong enough. Cursing and whining, you got the hot pan off the stove and threw away the burned food. You placed the pan back on the stove to cool off and turned around with a pout.
Jisung had to hold back his laughter when he saw your pouty expression. He opened his arms, and you immediately rushed forward to wrap your arms around him. Still chuckling, he gave you a kiss on top of your head and hugged you tight. “For once, I just wanted to surprise you with your favorite food, but I can’t even do that...” you huffed out against him. Pulling back slightly, Jisung looked at your face. He could tell by your eyes that you were frustrated with the situation. He pecked your lips before speaking up, “Don’t worry about it, baby. We’ll cook something else together.”
“Or…” you dragged out while your pout turned into a sheepish smile. “We can order takeout?” How could he say no to your adorable face? He nodded, “We’ll order takeout, less fuss after your little accident.”
Your eyes narrowed and you gave him a pointed look. “I’m kidding, I’m kidding, babe. It’s the thought that counts, and I love that you tried cooking for me.” He smiled at you. “Nice save, Ji, you’re lucky I love you.” You huffed out, and Jisung let out a laugh at your reaction. Stepping out of his embrace, you cleaned up the mess you made and grabbed your phone off the counter. “You go and change; I’ll order takeout for us. Pizza?” you asked as you ushered him out of the kitchen. Jisung replied with a ‘yes please’ while walking down the hall to your bedroom to change.
You let out a groan when sitting down on the couch. This was not how it was supposed to go tonight. You just wanted to surprise Jisung with his favorite food, go to the convenience store together to get the cheesecake slices he loves, and watch some Studio Ghibli movies. I guess you can still go out for dessert or order it with your takeout.
As Jisung came back into the living room, you placed your order (with desserts). Setting down your phone, Jisung cuddled up next to you on the couch. While he was trying to find the most comfortable position, your hand ran softly through his hair. Passing the remote to Jisung, he put on Spirited Away and went straight back to enjoying the feeling of your hands in his hair.
After a while, your pizza arrived and you started to dig in. Halfway through the movie, Jisung turned to you with a soft smile on his face. His boba eyes admired you from the side as he soaked up this moment with you. Such a small and simple gesture meant the world to him.
“I know this is not how you’d hoped the evening would turn out, but I appreciate you looking after me,” Jisung spoke, his voice filled with warmth and love. You turned your face to him, mid-bite. Quickly swallowing your bite and almost choking on it, you returned his soft smile. “Anything for you, my love.”
He gave you a soft kiss before turning his attention back to the TV and his pizza. Jisung was content. He had everything he’d ever wanted: a career he’d always dreamed of and he had you.
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Ⓒ︎ 𝗶𝘁𝘀𝗮𝘀𝗶𝗹𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿. 𝘈𝘭𝘭 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘥. 𝗗𝗼 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘺 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵.
I'm writing something for Jisung that turned into a fic of almost 6k words 🫣
It's something I've never written before and I don't know if I will ever write it again. But I've decided that I do want to upload this so it will join the queue of scheduled posts.
It will probably be up in the first or second week of October !!
♬⋆.˚ 𝐁𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐬 ― 𝐇𝐚𝐧 𝐉𝐢𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐠
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𝙋𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜: idol!Jisung x GN!reader, established relationship
𝙂𝙚𝙣𝙧𝙚: fluff
𝙒𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩: 1.5k — 10 𝙢𝙞𝙣 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙
𝙏𝙒/𝘾𝙒: burned food, thats it
𝘼/𝙉: This was requested! I loved to write this one because this is inspired by something I did a few weeks ago. I tried to surprise my bf with cooking so he didn't have to do all the work but I failed, big time :') Hopefully, you'll enjoy it!
⤷ 𝘊𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘑𝘪𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘢𝘺 (𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨).
⋮ 𝗠𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁 | 𝗛𝘆𝘂𝗻𝗷𝗶𝗻'𝘀 𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻 | 𝗝𝗶𝘀𝘂𝗻𝗴'𝘀 𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻
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Jisung was tired. He just wanted to go home, cuddle with you on the couch or in bed, and watch Spirited Away. Comeback season was upon them, and he still wanted to spend as much free time with you as possible before he got too busy. After a few years together, you were used to him being so busy during comeback season, but you still wanted to make the most of the free time you had together before and during this time.
Jisung loved that about you. You knew how busy he could get because of his career. The long days, touring, and comeback stages were a part of his job and his life. Sometimes he wouldn’t come home to sleep. He would just sleep in the studio and continue the next day. You did express to him that you thought it was unhealthy to stay in his workspace for so long without having a break. And you meant really have a break. Closing your eyes for a few hours in the studio, waking up, and going straight back at it didn’t count.
You didn’t want him to overwork himself and at least come home in the evenings. Your shared apartment was only 15 minutes from the studio, so it wasn’t even a long commute home. You managed to talk him into coming home to sleep, even if it was in the middle of the night, so he could sleep in an actual bed with you and rest.
If he had an early morning and you had time, you’d wake up with him and make him breakfast while he got ready. You’d eat your breakfast together before he would leave for the day. This way, you’d still spend some time together. Other times, you would order takeout for him and his members. You’d bring it to him and eat with them. If they were really busy or behind schedule, you’d drop it off with a kiss and just eat your dinner at home.
Sometimes he wondered why you hadn’t left him yet. During comeback seasons, he was just so busy, he barely had time for you and your relationship. However, he found it difficult to communicate it when those feelings surfaced. He was scared you would realize you deserved better and leave him.
“You let me know that you are too busy and stressed to do anything with me. I know it has nothing to do with me and this is what your job requires of you. Yes, it is hard sometimes, and I miss you at times like that, but I love you too much to just give this up. I know that if the roles were reversed, you would support me and my dreams too,” you had said when he gathered the courage to address this to you.
After saying goodbye to the members, he quickly grabbed his stuff and went on his way home. During the day, you’d texted him that you’d be in charge of dinner tonight to surprise him. It brought a smile to Jisung’s face but also some concern. He knew you weren’t the best at cooking; that’s why you brought him and his members takeout on busy days instead of home-cooked meals. You could make simple things like scrambled eggs and warm up some soup, but that was about it.
It’s the thought that counts, Jisung told himself. He didn’t want to discourage you from trying new things, like trying new recipes. He texted you he was on his way home and couldn’t wait to see you. Putting his phone back in his pocket, he put on his headphones and went on his way.
Upon arrival at your shared apartment, he could hear your voice vaguely through the front door. He chuckled to himself and entered the home. Your voice echoed through the hallway, trying to rap Jisung’s part in a song of his you’d put on. By no means were you a rapper, but he could hear you having fun and moving around in the kitchen.
He quietly trekked to the kitchen to see you in action. You were moving to the beat of the music that was playing through the speakers in one of his oversized shirts. This was one of Jisung’s favorite sights: you being carefree and having fun, even if you were alone.
You cut up the ingredients before adding them to the pot on the stove. You grabbed your phone that was lying on the counter to read the next step of the recipe. While your back was turned to the doorway, you hadn’t noticed Jisung standing there leaning on the doorframe with crossed arms and admiring you.
In the most terrible pitch ever, you started rapping along with the music again. You added seasoning to the ingredients on the stove and read the next step again. Unbeknownst to you, the gas stove was on way too high and the food in the pan was slowly beginning to burn.
The burnt smell flowed through the kitchen and reached Jisung. He frowned and uncrossed his arms. You still hadn’t noticed he had come in and you definitely didn’t notice that the food was burning. Jisung reached out to you, and before he could tap your shoulder, you turned around.
You shrieked out in horror and dropped the cutting board with vegetables from your hands. Your hand clutched your chest as you recovered from your scare. “Ji, what the hell?! You scared me.” You let out a breath, and Jisung chuckled at your reaction. Before he could tell you, you already smelled the burned food. “Oh my god, no, I burned it!”
You rushed over to the pan and turned off the stove. A lot of smoke was already coming from the pan and filling the kitchen. The hood above the stove apparently wasn’t strong enough. Cursing and whining, you got the hot pan off the stove and threw away the burned food. You placed the pan back on the stove to cool off and turned around with a pout.
Jisung had to hold back his laughter when he saw your pouty expression. He opened his arms, and you immediately rushed forward to wrap your arms around him. Still chuckling, he gave you a kiss on top of your head and hugged you tight. “For once, I just wanted to surprise you with your favorite food, but I can’t even do that...” you huffed out against him. Pulling back slightly, Jisung looked at your face. He could tell by your eyes that you were frustrated with the situation. He pecked your lips before speaking up, “Don’t worry about it, baby. We’ll cook something else together.”
“Or…” you dragged out while your pout turned into a sheepish smile. “We can order takeout?” How could he say no to your adorable face? He nodded, “We’ll order takeout, less fuss after your little accident.”
Your eyes narrowed and you gave him a pointed look. “I’m kidding, I’m kidding, babe. It’s the thought that counts, and I love that you tried cooking for me.” He smiled at you. “Nice save, Ji, you’re lucky I love you.” You huffed out, and Jisung let out a laugh at your reaction. Stepping out of his embrace, you cleaned up the mess you made and grabbed your phone off the counter. “You go and change; I’ll order takeout for us. Pizza?” you asked as you ushered him out of the kitchen. Jisung replied with a ‘yes please’ while walking down the hall to your bedroom to change.
You let out a groan when sitting down on the couch. This was not how it was supposed to go tonight. You just wanted to surprise Jisung with his favorite food, go to the convenience store together to get the cheesecake slices he loves, and watch some Studio Ghibli movies. I guess you can still go out for dessert or order it with your takeout.
As Jisung came back into the living room, you placed your order (with desserts). Setting down your phone, Jisung cuddled up next to you on the couch. While he was trying to find the most comfortable position, your hand ran softly through his hair. Passing the remote to Jisung, he put on Spirited Away and went straight back to enjoying the feeling of your hands in his hair.
After a while, your pizza arrived and you started to dig in. Halfway through the movie, Jisung turned to you with a soft smile on his face. His boba eyes admired you from the side as he soaked up this moment with you. Such a small and simple gesture meant the world to him.
“I know this is not how you’d hoped the evening would turn out, but I appreciate you looking after me,” Jisung spoke, his voice filled with warmth and love. You turned your face to him, mid-bite. Quickly swallowing your bite and almost choking on it, you returned his soft smile. “Anything for you, my love.”
He gave you a soft kiss before turning his attention back to the TV and his pizza. Jisung was content. He had everything he’d ever wanted: a career he’d always dreamed of and he had you.
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Ⓒ︎ 𝗶𝘁𝘀𝗮𝘀𝗶𝗹𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿. 𝘈𝘭𝘭 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘥. 𝗗𝗼 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘺 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵.
─ .✦ 𝐀𝐜𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐁𝐅𝐅!𝐉𝐢𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐧𝐮𝐝𝐞 📲
𝙋𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜: bff!jisung x fem!reader
𝙎𝙎:
𝙂𝙚𝙣𝙧𝙚: suggestive, fluff-ish, humor-ish
𝙏𝙒/𝘾𝙒: suggestive, cursing
𝘼/𝙉: another request! Hyunjin's version will come soon!
⤷ 𝘈𝘤𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘑𝘪𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘯𝘶𝘥𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵.
⋮ 𝗠𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁 | 𝗛𝘆𝘂𝗻𝗷𝗶𝗻'𝘀 𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻 | 𝗝𝗶𝘀𝘂𝗻𝗴'𝘀 𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻
Ⓒ︎ 𝗶𝘁𝘀𝗮𝘀𝗶𝗹𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿. 𝘈𝘭𝘭 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘥. 𝗗𝗼 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘺 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵.
Hiii - only if your comfortable with it but could you do accidentally sensing skz nudes or an audio and their reaction? If you don't want to it's totally fine
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Both Hyunjin’s & Jisung’s version are up!