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leeknowsitall · 6 years ago

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wow college please be good to me. a han jisung would be a really nice addition in adjusting to this new lifestyle :)

don’t stop, skater boy!

in which jisung faceplants onto the pavement and you’ve got literal heart eyes

finally writing about my bias (!!!) yeehaw friends be proud of me

and i also didn’t accidentally post this hahaha no not at all

and i TOTALLY know how to save drafts haha fucking HA

okay anyway!!

it’s a clear spring day, the trees are rustling

you just got done w a particularly draining lecture so you’re ready to eat and veg out on the couch

the path you take is a lil hilly, so a lot of kids skateboard through this part of the quad

it was your favorite since it had a lot of nice benches and tables underneath big trees and sometimes when you don’t feel like death, you do some work outside

that’s how you first saw beanie boy — really the first time was the only time he was wearing a beanie and the rest were usually ball caps but beanie boy™️ was what you kept

beanie boy™️ owned ur whole ass heart. he dressed like a 90s boy some days with his oversized hoodies, doc marten’s and messy hair; other days he would be dressed to the gODS, hair swept to the side w his skateboard tucked under his arm

he usually �� not usually, always — had headphones or airpods in and seemed to be in his own world

but yes, that fateful day you first laid eyes on ur beloved beanie boy™️ you were cutting through the quad, trying to make it to the bus stop and make the ride that was coming in two minutes

(you didn’t make it btw)

and skating right past you was one of the most beautiful boys you had ever seen on this godforsaken campus

black beanie settled on his head, a flash of silver in his ears and a cute ass jean jacket that had pink floyd on it (i have watched the jyp v. yg battle enough to know this look like the back of my hand)

homeboy had all black on and literally u didn’t even see his face just his hair alone and that jacket got you sold

you were buying what he was selling idc

scam me d*ddy

okay never again gross

so yeah! usually you saw him skating on that side of the quad pretty much every day

headphones in and tuned out to the world

one time you saw him drinking boba while skating to class and you definitely ditched going home to get boba

sorry sis don’t make the rules

sometimes he would skate around with a bunch of other cute guys and they would play music and goof off w each other

you tried to figure out what they were listening to and sometimes you could figure it out and other times you were like “is this really music or just a vine compilation wtf is going on”

so for the day you two finally interact:

it’s a clear spring day, the trees are rustling

you just got done w a particularly draining lecture so you’re ready to eat and veg out on the couch

the path you take is a lil hilly, so a lot of kids skateboard through this part of the quad, and this meant beanie boy™️ would be coasting through just like he does in ur head

the sun is setting, washing the campus in a golden light that you adored

the sunlight was peaking through the leaves rustling overhead and you were in such a good mood

you wanted a song that would match it

so as you’re crossing the street to approach the quad you have your head down

when you finally pick a song you step foot in a sunspot

the sunlight hits your eyes just so in a way that beanie boy™️ fuckin. falls off his skateboard

lettuce rewind and set the scene:

you’re at the foot of the hill, your head is down so all beanie boy™️ can see is the crown of ur head

until!

you step foot into that beam of light and then sun shines down onto ur lil angelic face

your cheeks were this pretty dusty pink and you were smiling and the sunlight seemed to be caught in your eyes

and homeboy just,,,lost his sense of balance

and face planted going down the hill

and it was just u two: you, now suddenly with beanie boy’s™️ skateboard at your feet and beanie boy™️ himself a few feet away

ur pretty sure he stayed on his feet for most of the time he was free falling from the hill, up until his vans clad feet got snagged on a loose brick

it takes a second until you realize that beanie boy™️ is facedown in the middle of the quad

probably in a lot of pain

so you’re yelling “SHIT DUDE YOU OKAY?” and run over to him

he keeps his head down and he isn’t sure what his face looks like other than red from embarrassment

he isn’t saying anything so you’re thinking the only rational thought: concussion

“how many hands am i holding up?”

“you mean fingers right,,,”

wow y/n mood

“haha WHOOPS you’d think i was the one who faceplanted off my skateboard huh,” you ask as you squat down on the pavement next to him

you had a mini first aid kit in your backpack since you commute so much, so you grab ur lil box and go through all the bandages and antiseptics you have

“here, do you wanna go sit at one of the benches?” you ask as you stand up

you offer to help him up but then you see his bloody palms

beanie boy™️ notices too so he just gets himself up

and blease note: beanie boy™️ isn’t mean, he’s just shy since the person he literally fell for is now bandaging him up and ur so cute

so u two walk over and you hold down all ur supplies so the wind doesn’t blow them away

“usually you’re pretty steady on your board!” you start conversationally

granted, maybe he would think it’s weird, but he was just shocked

“you’ve seen me before?” he asks before he grimaces when you wipe his hands

you’ve got tinier hands than him, beanie boy™️ is literally heart eyes at u

and you laugh

“of course, you’re always skating through campus, how could anyone miss you?”

he hums in thought. “i didn’t know i had a fan…”

you can tell he’s looking at you through his bangs and you can feel your cheeks lighting up

so you tell him your name

“what’s yours?” you ask as you move onto the other palm

“jisung.”

“ooooo what a nice name! i usually called you —”

and then you stop yourself cause he probably already thinks you’re weird for probably stalking him, now you’ve got a nickname for him?

“you usually called me what?” jisung asks playfully, gripping your hand lightly

now nervous giggles escape and you’re so mad at urself for acting like a fool™️ but hey, maybe then you never have to see this guy again??

so you sigh and finish bandaging him up

“beanie boy, with a trademark after it.”

“that’s cute. i don’t remember when was the last time i wore a beanie..” he looks lost in thought

“probably a month or two ago? when it was really cold that one morning?”

“oh, my god i REMEMBER our heating broke! i was so COLD!”

and you’re both hitting it off surprisingly well

until your hands feel sticky from all the wipes and adhesive from the bandages

“i should probably get home…” you tell him as you try to maneuver your backpack on

which jisung is a gentleman and helps you get it on ur back

“wait! i have to pay you back!” jisung says with wide eyes

you kinda didn’t expect it; you thought he was just talking to you out of courtesy?

“you don’t have to if you don’t want to; you don’t have to worry about it!” you offer a weak smile but jisung is a persistent virgo boy okay

“no! hey, do you like bubble tea?” he has a devilish glint in his eye

and so, after you wash your hands you both enjoy a nice boba date

and you exchange numbers

and send memes

and soon you two meet up after classes to hang out and sit on the benches under the trees

he tells you that he’s a music production major which you’re like !!! that is so NEAT and his ears turn red

sometimes he attempts to teach you to skateboard

his hands aren’t as heavily bandaged when his holds yours now

he lets you listen to his unedited tracks

and when he discovers you can actually sing?

ur ass is in the recording booth

(maybe i can continue dis in a college!au huh okie)

anyway

you meet all his friends a few weeks later and they all tease him and you’re like “haha this may be funny to u all,,,but i actually like him so don’t make me feel like i got a chance when i probably don’t lol” but you just grin and bear it sis

but when he drops you off at ur apartment that night you let him come in for a second since he wanted to see your place

which you didn’t think anything odd

until he softly calls your name and you turn around

and he catches your face in his calloused hands

you don’t say anything because you’re pretty sure your throat is constricted

he can tell so he settles for running his thumb over your cheek

and a kiss to your other cheek

so u two became a thing!

when you’re a month or two in ur relationship you show him the playlist you made for him based on when he would skate around

he thought it was the cutest thing and smothered u in kisses

okie the end

yeehee

hope u liked it!

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leeknowsitall · 6 years ago

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hot chocolate and phone numbers • han jisung

genre : pure fluff

warnings: none

your open window sends in a whiff of the cool coastal breeze. a tourist would scrunch their nose from the pungent mix of kelp and fish in the air, but to you it simply smells like home causing you to smile as you make a victorious run downstairs to grab your keys. you then rush outside towards your bike which is locked with two chains (in precaution to the rumors of a troublesome “bike thief” in your neighborhood). today the clouds are like tiny perfectly fluffed cotton balls and the sun peeks slightly behind the cover of one allowing the heat to be at a perfect setting. the weather sets your jovial mood which gives you even more reason to head to the boardwalk in hopes of seeing your longtime crush, han jisung, who works at the boardwalk’s hot chocolate stand on the weekends.

for many years, han jisung remained the face you look for in the crowd at school assemblies, neighborhood parties, or anything really. but because of your timid habits, you remain behind the shadows knowing any interaction would only result in a petrified panic. who cares though. you’re perfectly okay with being just another secret avid listener of his “not so secret” SoundCloud which he used to profess his undying love and dedication for music. if anything makes your heart soft it’s a well written book or a boy who happens to write music and record his songs with his headphone mic.

even more tragic than your inconsequential daydreams are your chances with actually holding a substantial conversation with the boy. despite his established group of friends, jisung doesn’t necessarily scream extrovert. and there’s no way either of you shy individuals will purposely spark conversation with the other. that is until your older brother woke up this morning with a strange craving for “papa’s hot chocolate” which so happens to be the hot chocolate stand that the one and only han jisung works at right nows.

your brother is surprised by your lack of indignance, completely forgetting to give you cash causing him to run out the front door in his ungodly minion pajamas waving a $10 bill while holding on to the railing of the fence on your front yard for support. “don’t forget this,” he says panting while holding his chest for dramatic effect. thank’s for being lazy.

after unlocking the second chain, you thankfully accept the ten shoving it deep into the right pocket of your denim shorts.

“oh also, i want whipped cream!” your brother yells as you brush the seat of your bike.

without looking back you give him your strongest thumbs up and begin biking towards the boardwalk. you figured today is the day to set yourself straight and acknowledge that something must be done. or at least your fear of talking to your long time crush should at least be abolished. problem: communicating with han jisung. solution: hot chocolate.

once your line of sight reaches the boardwalk, a trail of questions consume you to the point that you miss your stop. in the end, the mini detour is to your advantage because it gave you an extra chance to practice, “one hot chocolate with whipped cream please.”

with a deep breath, you lock your bike and make your way towards the infamous and nearly deteriorating “papa’s hot chocolate” sign. before moving close enough for jisung to notice your existence, you take a brief moment to close your eyes and give yourself one of those internal pep talks. once you’ve fully convinced yourself that yes you can do it and he’s just a boy. you carefully calibrate your steps so that there’s enough time to review your order inside your head at least twice.

but being the one and only enthusiastic hot chocolate worker on clock, jisung’s face lights up immediately at the sight of a customer. you’re not even 10 feet from the cash register when he yells, “oh heyyyyy- um...what was your name again?” you feel your ears burning and suddenly you become conscious of the fact that maybe you’ve been too quiet that in the past 10 years your name has become insignificant.

“oh- uh- i- my-“ no comprehensible response escapes your dry lips.

“i’m kidding y/n!” jisung laughs hysterically, even so that his eyes close and he fake wipes a fake tear. his unsupressed laughter comes to a hault when the expression of obvious discomfort causes you to shuffle your left foot against the dirty tiles. this is a total contradiction to your shy impression of him.

“oh-“ is all you seem to muster up. a “how to talk to your crush for dummies” handbook is now on the top of your grocery list.

“so. you’re obviously here for hot chocolate right? how many? whipped cream or no whipped cream?” jisung is extremely perky and you don’t know why but it’s pissing you off. your brother says that whenever he likes a girl he tends to be rude and cold which most of the time is unintentional. you’re starting to think this rudimentary habit runs in the family.

“yes. hot chocolate. only one with whipped cream. for my brother.” you say with a hint of agitation. jisung’s eyebrows furrow and he’s starting to take notice of your odd behavior.

“what about you? you don’t want some of our amazing hot chocolate?” he sends you a soft smile which alarms your guilt radar.

“my bike only has one cupholder...” you say shyly breaking eye contact. you pretend to “look for something” in your pockets. i’d really like to get out of here. now.

“hmm. your brother can wait. i’ll give you a free hot chocolate on the house- if you do me a favor.”

“depends on what favor?” you respond in confusion, eyes still anywhere but connected to his.

“can i get your best friend’s number?” he says it so quickly that it takes you a second to even process what he just said. “please!!!” he pleads, eyes all beady, while sticking out his bottom lip reminding you of your stubborn 4 year old niece who uses the same tactic. he adjusts his faded blue “papa’s hot chocolate” baseball cap in efforts to expose his oh so pouty face. definitely not cute.

“why? i can’t just give out people’s numbers for no reason.” now you’re not even trying to hide the fact that you’re agitated. did this fool really just ask me for my best friend’s number?

“because... i know someone who likes her....” he says bending down, trying to meet with your eyes that are staring straight at the floor.

“who?” you demand. now you look up. curious. clearly not. annoyed. yes.

“i can’t tell. oh! yes! your hot chocolate- i mean your brother’s hot chocolate will be done shortly!” jisung replies realizing he’s at work. he disappears into an old rag used as a curtain cover separating the front from the kitchen. you hear can hear shuffling and some clinking of cups. after a few lonely minutes of standing at the cash register, jisung comes out with one to go cup and one mug.

“you know for someone who’s shy, you have a lot of nerve asking for other people’s numbers.” you manage to say. your eyebrows are scrunched up and although it’s not your intention to look irritated the situation seemed to not be helping itself.

“well you see. i’m tired of seeing my friend in crisis and i took the chance i had while it was here. but i’m guessing that i won’t be of any help to him.” jisung sends you a curt nod while handing you your brother’s hot chocolate and at the same time making his way to the single table located near the window of the tiny booth. “i’ll still offer you the free cup though. you just have to drink it here because, your bike can only hold one cup right?”

with much hesitation and slight guilt for your rude responses, you take a seat across jisung and glance at him as he stares out the window, the sun missing his face by an inch. “i’m sorry. and thank you.” you end up saying. because you were so excited to see jisung you forgot to drink water before you left the house and now your chapped lips made it easy to take the offer of the free hot chocolate. with both hands you cupped the mug bringing it up to your mouth and blowing the surface before taking the most minuscule sip of chocolate goodness.

“i actually lied. i wanted your number but i chickened out so i made a dumb alternate question and now you seem unhappy and this is not the same way i imagined it...” this time it’s jisung’s turn to avoid your gaze as you accidentally take a large sip of hot chocolate causing a painful sting on the tip of your tongue. you cough sticking out your tongue and fanning it.

did you just hear him correctly?

“you wanted my what and did what?”

“y/n i’ve had the fattest crush on you since forever...and some of your friends don’t know how to keep their mouths shut. but i actually thought you hated me and and i think you do but i really just wanted to ask you for your number and oh changbin likes your friend marie but marie obviously has a crush on tyler and i’m scared that bin is going to get hurt so can you help me out. i’ve been up all night listening to him rant about how much he likes her which reminded me of my crush on you which i continuously decided to brush off. but now that we’re here, i think you’re really cute and you have the cutest little bike and yeah that’s all i wanted to say. oh and i was gonna ask for your number but i don’t think you really want to-“

“jisung. SLOW DOWN. and i’m only giving you my number if you tell changbin that marie was only pretending to have a crush on tyler to make him jealous. i know it’s so stupid. why don’t they just admit they like each other. i’m so tired of hearing about how changbin did this changbin likes this.”

“YES! i will tell changin! finally this drama concludes...also are you giving me your number because you like me too, perhaps?”

this guy is really something.

“my feelings are for me to manage and for me to know....but maybe...” you whisper ever so quietly.

jisung hears your attempt to hide the fact but pretends he didn’t do so, “oh my gosh. i just realized we’re both snakes. but i guess it’s for the better right?” the smile on his lips can’t be wiped off now.

a/n: I AM SORRY IF THIS IS BAD. my jisung feels just needed to be released in some form or way and this was it.

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