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𝐌𝐲 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐞

☆ Genre: Angst, fluff, friends to lovers

☆ Warnings: Anxiety/panic attacks

☆ Request: Commissioned by @leeknow143iluvchuu

☆ Characters: Han, Y/N

☆ Word Count: 5.6k

All Jisung would remember from his last hour with his ex-girlfriend would be the bleak sunshine that spilled through the café windows and onto the floor like shards of golden glass. Beautiful … but with the risk of injury upon touch; eerily similar to the woman who had been sitting in front of him, with her narrowed gaze drilling holes into the fibres of his clothes.

Jisung curled his fingers into discrete fists inside the cuffs of his green sweatshirt. He stared down at his half-finished drink with vaguely cloudy vision. The ice in the coffee he had bought himself had melted substantially, leaving behind a thin layer of muddy liquid atop the dark surface. Eager for a distraction, the man took a hold of his straw and slowly stirred his coffee around; the few remaining slithers of ice rattled against the cup at the movement, and Jisung watched with vague interest as his coffee blended into one colour all over again.

She was still hissing at him. Her disdain was attracting a mixture of curious and displeased looks from the people around them, and Jisung swallowed thickly.

He wished she'd just stop.

He wished he hadn't come.

“Are you even listening to me?” She scoffed and back in her seat while folding her arms over her chest. “Honestly, this is your problem, Sung. You're always busy, you're too tired to meet up, but then we finally see each other and you never talk. What are you, mute?”

Jisung's eyes fell shut. He was too busy trying to get his inner turmoil of emotions in check; his hands had started to tremble, and the man tightened his fists.

Not now, Jisung thought to himself. Please.

Not now.

The woman groaned in disgust. She pushed her chair back from the table in an abrupt manner, her long hair swishing in silky, sophisticated trellises over the back of her tailored coat. Jisung looked up just in time to see her kicking her chair back underneath the table.

“Fine. We're done. I'm dumping you. Dating a brick wall would have been easier than dating you … “

Jisung watched quietly as the woman walked across the café and yanked the door open. She was soon halfway down the street, leaving Jisung alone with his thoughts.

He sighed.

Thanks for the song inspo, Jisung thought.

It was too hot all of a sudden. He slurped down a large amount of his iced Americano in an attempt to cool himself down. He instantly regretted it; the caffeine sizzled through his bloodstream, turning into fire and filling his body with even more warmth. Only, it wasn't the comforting type of warmth. It was the type that made his skin prickle and made his limbs increasingly jittery.

Jisung opened the lid and scooped a chunk of ice into his mouth before flapping the front of his sweatshirt against his chest. He crunched on his ice and removed his cap from his head, setting it down onto the table with a sigh. Running his fingers through the long lengths of his wavy hair as he inhaled slowly, Jisung let his interlocked hands rest at the nape of his neck as he bowed his head down to the table.

Another ruined relationship to add to my list, he thought. Courtesy to none other than yours truly.

Good one, Ji.

Tossing his coffee into a bin on his way out of the café, Jisung replaced his cap onto his head and made his way down the opposite side of the path he had seen his ex-girlfriend walk on. He had slung his headphones over his head; the weight was reassuring and familiar against his skin, keeping his anxiety at bay as he set off for the middle of the town centre, shoving his hands into his pockets.

He didn't really know where he was going, exactly. On any other day he'd have chosen to go straight home, anticipating the enticing moment he could curl up on the seat by his window with his notebook and pencil and half a dozen cushions. But there was something about today that propelled him in the other direction. He had a feeling deep down that he just didn't want to go in the direction his ex-girlfriend had gone in. He didn't fancy accidentally bumping into her.

The creases between Jisung's furrowed brows slowly thawed as he embarked on his walk. It was a beautiful day, for all its earlier flaws; the early spring air kissed his warm cheeks with a fresh, earthy lilt, and bursts of bubblegum pink and plum from the blooming cherry blossoms around him lifted his mood automatically. It was almost impossible to stay down in the dumps when the world around him was trying so hard to appeal to him.

“I thought maybe we would kiss tonight … “

The faint words of Mitski trailed away as Jisung pushed his headphones down his neck. He looked up towards the sky. It was the colour of periwinkle flowers, and somewhere in the distance, the lightest of birdsong was relayed to him, mingling with the hustle and bustle of couples milling around him. The man lowered his head again, lost in thought as his gaze flowed with the pedestrians. Every single one of them seemed to be interlocked with another person; arms looped through arms, hands entwined with hands, even lips brushing against lips. Everywhere Jisung looked spoke of a romance as sweet and pure as the blossoms covering the city, and despite the contagious aura of new beginnings floating around him, Jisung felt his heart start to sink lower and lower until it nestled into the soles of his platform shoes all over again.

He sighed under his breath and kicked softly at the petals beneath him with the front of his shoe.

He really should have gone home.

There was an uncomfortable lump lodging its way into the base of the man's throat. Jisung's eyes prickled, and he curled his hands into fists for what felt like the hundredth time that day before shoving them into his pockets.

“Ji?”

Jisung blinked. He grew still. He didn't need to look up to know who it was. Her voice was as familiar to him as the moles on his cheek; it was soft, perhaps even softer than the breeze that kissed his temples when he turned around.

She was smiling at him, her hand moving rapidly as she waved it back and forth in his direction. There was excitement twinkling In her eyes - the same sparks that had only grown bigger and bigger since they had met as children.

Jisung smiled. The look on his friend's face had always been contagious.

“What are you doing here?” Jisung asked as he moved towards Y/N.

“Stalking you!” Y/N grinned devilishly. She burst into soft giggles as Jisung rolled his eyes up to the sky. “I'm joking. I needed to pick up a few things.”

She stepped forwards, the bag over her shoulder floating lightly in the wind as she reached up to tuck the curls of Jisung's escaping hair back up into his cap. Her fingers playfully squished his cheeks on the way down again, and as she surveyed the man's face, she frowned.

“Are you okay?” Y/N asked simply.

Jisung's mouth turned up at the corners. Only Y/N could manage to decipher something was wrong within a mere twenty seconds of them seeing one another.

As touching as it was to be understood by her, in that moment, it was almost too much for the man. Whereas his ex hadn't even tried to get to know him over the short course of their rocky relationship, Y/N knew him more than he perhaps even knew himself. And maybe that was the problem; he could never seem to completely open himself up to anyone who wasn't her.

It was strange, really. Jisung had never really considered them to be the closest of friends; they didn't spend a lot of time together … not like they had when they were children. They had grown apart as time went on and their lives became busier with each passing day. But the one thing that had never changed was that they were always, always there for each other, no matter how distant they were.

Jisung bit his lip as he remembered the blatant aggravation in his ex-girlfriend's voice whenever he had said he couldn't meet up with her on a particular day. The stark difference between the two women was suddenly so visible to Jisung that his already overwhelmed brain started whirring even faster.

He felt vulnerable in front of Y/N.

Too vulnerable.

With his heels planted firmly into the ground, Jisung's body began to shake. He tried to suppress the rise of anxiety inside of him; but the look on Y/N's face almost forced his carefully constructed guard down on its own accord. His face adopted a cold sort of blankness as he looked at his friend, and despite the outward appearance of calm that washed over him, the tempo of his heartbeat increased until he could hear the wish-wash of his own blood rushing in his ears.

It was suddenly too loud. Too crowded. Too claustrophobic. Too full of people and the screeches from passing vehicles. It accelerated Jisung's breaths and body temperature, and his shoulders trembled as he looked down at the ground.

“Ji … ?”

Her voice was distant. Soft. Worried. Jisung tried to smile; but it was as though his facial muscles were jammed. He watched with glazed eyes as Y/N moved towards him slowly, carefully as though he was a frightened kitten.

Wordlessly, Y/N reached out towards him. She tucked her fingers around the man's headphones and gently pushed them up his head before clamping them over his ears.

The world instantly fell quiet. Jisung exhaled with minute relief at the lack of sound, and he let Y/N curl her grip around his hand before leading him away from the overflowing street.

By the time they had reached a small bench at the edge of a secluded stretch of grass, Jisung's breathing had stopped fluctuating. He sat down on the seat and dropped his head into his hands as Y/N slowly sat beside him.

Y/N didn't speak for a while. She had seen Jisung like this many times before; usually his anxiety attacks were slow burners, creeping up on him in the form of pain or unease after a series of uncomfortable events. Y/N could generally help ease the side effects when she was beside him. But sometimes they were spontaneous, panic flooding through him and leaving the man shaking for hours after the initial shock.

Sometimes they were so violent that it was all Y/N could do to stop herself from crying as she hugged him back to solace.

She waited for him in quietude. After a while, Jisung pushed his headphones down to the nape of his neck again, and Y/N allowed herself to speak in a quiet voice.

“What happened?”

“We broke up,” Jisung sighed after a long while. He leaned back against the bench, his eyes falling shut as he tipped his head up towards the sky. “I knew it wasn't going to last. I knew it was coming … I wasn't really myself around her and she hated it. But she was so … “

“Awful?”

“Yeah,” Jisung smiled slowly. He chuckled quietly. “Her comments were inventive. She called me mute … and then she said dating a brick wall would be better than dating me.”

“She what?” Y/N's mouth dropped open in shock. She was appalled at the audacity of the other woman; she stumbled to her feet, planning to storm off in the opposite direction. “Where is she? Just wait until I give her a piece of my mi - “

“No,” Jisung's touch was soft as he curled his hand around Y/N's wrist. He pulled her down onto the bench again and the woman immediately simmered down as Jisung dropped his forehead against her shoulder.

Y/N sighed slowly. She could feel the tension spilling through the pores of his forehead, the heat of his skin stifling against her clothes. Shuffling forward a little, Y/N wrapped her arms around the man, her fingers coming up to gently pat the top of his back as he sagged further against her.

“Don't do anything stupid,” Jisung mumbled against her shoulder. “She's not worth it.”

Y/N frowned. “She's rude.”

“Yeah, well, maybe I deserved it. She's not wrong … I barely spoke around her.”

“That's not your fault,” Y/N was aghast. “Not everyone is crazy with other people. Being introverted isn't your fault … it's not your fault that she didn't make you feel comfortable enough to speak around her.”

At that, Jisung sat up again. The position they were in meant that his face appeared barely an inch away from Y/N's, and his eyes widened as he stared into her taken aback gaze.

They're so sparkly, he thought as he searched her eyes.

They made his head spin.

He suddenly wrinkled his nose in mild confusion, sniffing hard. He leaned back against the bench as he cleared his throat. “Are you wearing a different perfume? You smell … different.”

“Yeah,” Y/N laughed. She clutched at her jacket, raising it to her nose so she could smell the lapel. “Is it bad?”

“No,” Jisung shook his head. “I like it.”

“You do?”

“Yeah.”

With a wide smile at his response, Y/N reached out and slipped her fingers into Jisung's. They were warm, and she squeezed his hand softly. “Come on. I'm taking you shopping.”

“I was gonna go home - “

“You can go home later. We need to cheer you up first.”

And so Jisung perked up considerably as he wandered aimlessly around the city centre with Y/N. Together the two of them made visits to almost every shop they came across; they tried on silly outfits, purchased bottles of new nail polish … they even stopped by a quirky photobooth where the pair of them spent a considerable amount of time taking a plethora of photos.

With the dozen or so strips of photographs tucked away in their pockets, Y/N decided she could no longer ignore the hunger pooling inside of her. She dragged Jisung to a place a little further away from all the busy shops, and they finally sat down to eat.

“I'm so hungry,” Jisung groaned as he pulled his chair in towards their table. His knee hit against the table in the process, making the both of them burst into laughter. “I could eat … like … seven horses.”

“Why didn't you say so before?” Y/N whined

She frowned up at him through her lashes. “We could have eaten first and then you wouldn't be considering murdering some horses.”

“But I was having fun wandering around with you,” Jisung started to laugh at her statement. “I didn't want to eat then … But now I do. Because. I'm … really hungry. And hey, I never said I wanted to murder horses.”

At that, Y/N's face softened; her smile was so large that her eyes seemed to disappear, something that Jisung had always loved about her. Her face was so incredibly expressive that her emotions were constantly an open display to anyone she encountered … something that had both its perks, and its problems.

Watching the changing expressions on Y/N's face made Jisung's face break into a beaming smile of his own, and the two of them burst into a fit of giggles just as their food was brought to them.

“Oh my gosh, “ Jisung immediately reached for his utensils. Steam from his piping hot food trailed up to his face and enveloped him in a hazy cloud. “It smells so good. It looks so good. Better than the horses.”

Y/N giggled. The sight of him was reminding her of a cartoon; one with a substantially growing nose as he sniffed aggressively at the steam arising from his dish.

“Stop inhaling it like that,” Y/N snorted with laughter. “You're gonna suck out all the taste from it before you even eat it.”

Jisung let out a sudden bark of laughter. He clasped his hands over his mouth, eyes widening in surprise at the loud sound that had escaped him.

“That's not possible,” Jisung wheezed. “You can't smell the flavour out of something.”

“But you can smell the smell out of something,” Y/N smiled sweetly as her words left her in a confusing jumble.

Jisung blinked. “What?”

“Oh, you know,” Y/N tore off a chunk of garlic bread from one of the loaves that were sitting in the middle of their table. “When you smell something too much you get used to it and you can't smell it anymore. It's because there's nothing left to smell. You've smelled it all.”

Jisung burst into another babble of laughter. “Y/N, that is not how it works.”

“How do you know?” Y/N quipped. “Are you a … scent specialist?”

“No. I'm a lyricist,” Jisung said smugly.

Y/N shook her head at his rhyme. “Eat your food, Weirdo.”

Jisung flashed his toothy smile at her again. It made her smile back as the two of them started to make their way through their food.

It was quiet for a while; their chatter had died down as their stomachs had taken a hold of their attention. They had made their way through half of their meals when Jisung leaned back in his seat, a slightly wistful expression printed on his face.

“You know … “ He said in a low voice, turning to look out of the window beside him. The reduced tempo in which he spoke made Y/N immediately look up at him, and she carefully studied his face as she waited for him to continue.

“The first thing I thought when she broke up with me was that I knew I'd come up with a really good song because of it,” Jisung grinned, shutting his eyes briefly. “It was like the further she walked away, the more lyrics formed in my head.”

He sighed then, turning his warm gaze onto his quiet friend. “Stupid, right?”

“No,” Y/N shook her head. “Of course not. Writing songs is just … how you process your thoughts and your emotions. It's not stupid … at all.”

Her words made Jisung forget about his food for a long moment. His gaze softened as he watched her eat her bread, and he couldn't help but smile secretly to himself.

“Are you okay?” Y/N asked a moment later. “Like … actually okay? I mean … you went through so much because of her.”

Jisung shrugged. He had rested his arms on the table, and he was stirring his metal spoon around the circumference of his steamy bowl. “I knew it was going to end before it ended. I just … kept waiting for it to happen, and it finally did.”

Y/N blinked at him slowly.

She wasn't sure if she should tell him how she was privately almost jumping for joy at the fact that they had broken up, or if it was a bad idea.

She never had liked his ex. She didn't like Jisung being with anyone, for that matter, though she didn't like admitting it to herself or to him. She didn't particularly understand why she felt that way, either. She should have been happy for his relationships, and accepted whoever he spent his time with … but in her eyes, no one was ever good enough for him. To her, he was better than everyone else out there … and for some reason, he couldn't see that.

Besides.

No one knew him the way she did.

“What about you?” Jisung asked suddenly. He smiled, though all of a sudden it ceased to reach his eyes. “Still with … him?”

Y/N bit her lip. She traced a fingertip over the rim of her glass of water. “ … No, actually.”

Jisung's eyebrows shot up into the dark shadow of his cap. “Really?”

“Yeah … we broke up about a week ago,” Y/N said. “He was annoying. Too stuck up. And he hated my dog stickers.”

At that, Jisung grinned. His eyes travelled to her phone that was sitting face down on the table. Her clear case was covered in faded stickers depicting goofy looking puppies, and the man felt his heart grow warm at the familiarity.

“How dare he,” Jisung tutted. He ignored the relief that was beginning to flood through him at the piece of information Y/N had given him.

Y/N grinned. “That's what I said.”

“We're both single at the same time, huh?” Jisung laughed quietly a moment later. He stabbed at his food. “I don't think we've been single together since … like … “

“School,” Y/N whispered.

Jisung smiled slowly. “Yeah.”

The atmosphere between them grew silent again. Not awkward - it had never been awkward between the two. But it was a silence that spoke of pondering thoughts and tender reveries, their entwined past hanging over the both of their heads like strands of silver thread.

“Aw … the sun's gone,” Y/N hummed after a while. She was looking through the floor to ceiling window beside their little booth, observing the heavy blanket of clouds that had begun to drift in across the spanse of the horizon. “Looks like it's going to rain.”

Jisung reluctantly dragged his gaze from Y/N's expressive face to the grey skies. His eyes followed a thin trail of water as a fat raindrop burst over the window, slowly followed by another, and another, and another, until the entirety of it was covered in streams of water. The raindrops ran into each other, colliding and creating valleys that blurred and distorted their view.

“You should start forecasting the weather,” Jisung stated as he turned back to his food with a grin. The rain had transitioned from a light, rhythmic patter to a steady drum against the footpaths and roads, thick sheets of water spilling over the world outside and blurring its colours like paint.

Y/N smirked at his joke. “I can’t. I'd be putting everyone else out of business.”

With the shake of his head, Jisung started to laugh all over again. His eyes shrunk into thin curves resembling new moons, and the tense set of his shoulders lost their rigidity as comfort further bloomed inside of him.

Just the way it always did when he was with her.

“I didn't bring an umbrella either … “ Y/N was rambling with animated eyes as she turned her head to the rain again. “Do I look like a fish? Or a whale? Wait … aren't whales fish?”

Jisung shook his head. “They're mammals.”

“How do you know?” Y/N asked.

Jisung shrugged. “National Geographic.”

“Should have known … “ Y/N mused. She sighed. “What are we gonna do, Ji?”

“We can go to mine?” Jisung suggested. “When the rain dies down a bit, I mean. It's not that far.”

“You just want me to go to yours so you can force me into having another anime binge watching session with you,” Y/N narrowed her eyes. She waved her spoon at him. “I can see right through you, Ji.”

Jisung chuckled around his spoon, slightly defeated at how she had read him completely as though he was an open book. A warm smile spread across his face. “Maybe.”

And then, “We haven't hung out together in ages.”

Y/N frowned. “Hey, that's not true … ”

Jisung bit his lip. “Yeah … it is … “

“No? We hang out like … all the time,” Y/N folded her arms across her chest in defiance as she tried to cast her mind back to the last time she was with him. Realising she couldn't remember the last time they had spent more than five minutes in each other's company, her eyes widened. “I … oh.”

“Yeah,” Jisung shrugged. “You were always with your boyfriend.”

“Well, you were always with your girlfriend … “ Y/N sighed. “It goes both ways.”

As her words trailed off, Jisung's eyes slowly locked with Y/N's. They were both staring at each other, and only when a car rushed past the window with the loud destruction of a large puddle did they realise and tear their gazes away from each other again, cheeks slightly pink.

They both cleared their throats, suddenly very interested in finishing the mere dregs at the bottom of their bowls.

“Here,” Jisung said once they stepped out into the damp air. The rain had slowed to a faint spray against their noses, though judging by the influx of incoming dark clouds, they were both certain that the tumultuous weather would start up again at any minute. “Wear this.”

Y/N patted the top of her head once Jisung had placed his hat onto her hair. “But now your head is gonna get wet.”

Jisung shrugged. He shoved his hands into his pockets. “Rather me than you.”

“Looks like chivalry isn't dead after all,” Y/N pursed her lips as they started to make their way down the street. “So manly of you, Ji.”

“I don't think that counts as chivalry,” Jisung chuckled. “Just don't want you to get sick. Or wet.”

Y/N grinned widely. She cheekily leaned closer to him and whispered loudly as she squished his cheeks playfully in her fingers. “Chivalry.”

Jisung's face crinkled with mirth. “Come on. Before it starts raining again.”

Being a few minutes walk from their previous location, they had quickly reached the outskirts of Jisung's block when the heavens suddenly opened again. Within seconds, Jisung and Y/N were drenched, their clothes feeling heavy as they hung limply off of their bodies and trickled cold water onto their skin.

The sudden downpour caused the both of them to freeze on the edge of the footpath. They slowly turned to face each other as their mouths dropped open in shock, and Jisung barely had the time to think of something to say when Y/N burst into manic laughter.

It was the sort of laughter that made Jisung's soul sing. The mild disdain on his face turned into pure joy at hearing the lighthearted sound from his friend; her laugh hadn't changed at all since their childhood, the carelessness and the sweet ring to it only amplified with age. Before Jisung knew it, he was laughing along with her, his smile making his face glow. The rain continued to hammer down onto them both; the curls of Jisung's hair were plastered to his tanned skin and poked his eyes, the weighed down material of his sweatshirt now hugging his slender waist.

“Looks like the chivalry didn't come in handy,” Jisung gasped through the lashings of rain. Droplets danced on the tips of his long eyelashes, resembling tiny crystals as they dripped onto his lips.

Y/N giggled all over again. She reached out and pushed his soaked hair back away from his forehead. “You look like a rat.”

From anyone else, that particular comment would have made Jisung retreat into a figurative hole like a hermit.

But coming from Y/N, the words made his face break into a large smile.

Outreaching his fingers, Jisung tangled his wet hand with Y/N's. Despite the rain, their hands were both still warm, and he tightened his grip on her a little. “Let's go home.”

It was a while before Y/N and Jisung had managed to wash away the aftermath of the rain from their bodies. Their stomachs were soon warm from the hot drinks Jisung had made for them both, and with their skin flushed from their showers, the pair had taken up refuge in the cosy interior of Jisung's bedroom.

Jisung tapped a pencil against his lower lip in thought. Curled up in a large basket chair by the window with his knees almost touching his chest, Jisung rested a notebook on his thighs. He braced his fingers against the rings of its spine; he had been trying to jot down the lyrics that had crossed his mind earlier on in the day. But for some reason, as soon as the man had set his pencil to his paper, the words began to dissipate and float away from him like steam from the mug beside him. He had managed to make his way through half of the song before turning the page in his notebook to a fresh spread. Instead, he gave in to the new, unrelated words that bloomed in his mind like little spring saplings, and he slowly raised his gaze from the paper to just above the notebook.

He stole a discreet glance at Y/N. She was perched on the windowsill, the long sleeves of one of his grey hoodies that she had borrowed kissing her fingertips. The side of her head leaned against the windowpane as she watched the rain drops race against each other on the glass. One of her earphones snug in her ear, Y/N's mouth moved softly as she sang along to the lyrics she knew by heart under her breath.

“My baby, here on earth … showed me what my heart was worth … “

Jisung froze at the soft words emerging from Y/N's mouth.

He immediately knew which song she was listening to; it was a song he knew well. The sudden realisation of their shared music taste made his cheeks heat up as something inside of him finally clicked into place.

Jisung wouldn't say he was a relationship expert. Far from it, infact. But he had been through a handful of relationships over the course of his life; some longer than others, some fleeting like the wind. They had all been different, all teaching him different lessons. But there was one thing that they had all had in common.

No matter who he had been with, he had always felt as though something was missing.

But now he realised that perhaps the something he had always been looking for, wasn't a something, but a someone.

Biting his lower lip, Jisung stared at Y/N with what he felt was a fresh set of eyes. She was so similar to him … they both shared the same joys, the same opinions, the same mentalities when it came to the things that mattered. He had always known that she was different from the others; she was just like him, while everyone else was completely the opposite. She completed him in a way that no one else could, though Jisung hadn't realised how much that completion had meant to him.

Until now.

“But my love … mine … all mine … “

Outside the rain appeared to be even heavier than it was before. The sound of it against the window was so loud and so soothing that Jisung couldn't help but come to another realisation.

“It always rains when I'm with you,” Jisung said in a tender tone. “Have you noticed?”

Y/N traced her fingertips over the steamed up window as she turned her gaze to the man. She smiled. “It fits us perfectly, don't you think? We both like staying inside, and the rain makes everything feel so much cosier … “

She had turned back to the window and Jisung slowly set his notebook down on the desk beside him. Y/N was so engrossed in looking outside that she didn't notice him getting up; she was completely unaware that he had come to stand beside her, the man's heart hammering nervously inside his chest.

“Do you - “

Y/N’s question was cut off by a sudden warmth against her mouth; it took her a while to understand what was happening, and when she realised Jisung was kissing her, her eyes widened and she inhaled sharply.

Mingled with initial shock and surprise at the feeling of his lips against hers, Y/N couldn't ignore the sudden sense of belonging that was rolling through her body in electric waves. Light-headedness, peace, heat, an overflowing flame of affection; they all coursed through her veins as she kissed the man back, her eyes slowly falling shut and her eyelashes kissing the tops of Jisung's cheekbones.

He pulled back after what felt like both an eternity and the shortest second of Y/N's life. The usual honey of his skin was now the colour of the flesh of a blood orange, and the roundness of his eyes sparkled like glitter under the low light as he exhaled heavily.

“That's what it's supposed to feel like … “ Jisung whispered.

Y/N swallowed thickly. She felt as though her cheeks were on fire.

“I've never had a kiss that tastes like vanilla cheesecake before,” Y/N replied shortly after in a quiet voice of her own.

Her comment shattered the thin air of suspense between them both. It caused Jisung to burst into relieved laughter, and before he could stop himself, the man wrapped his arms around Y/N and hugged her as tightly as he could.

Y/N squeezed his waist, her fingers curling in on the soft fabric of his t-shirt. She inhaled the spicy familiarity of him with a smile, and giddy giggles started to escape her when she realised that after all the years of waiting without realising it, this moment between them had finally made it worth it.

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