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karaoke blues — h.js

description. when in doubt, have a karaoke night out. or in which the first real hurdle of your seemingly flawless relationship is finals week (and miscommunication and a tad bit of overreaction).

pairings. han jisung x female reader

genre. fluff, slight comedy, camping!au, established relationship!au

word count. 2.1k

notes. inspired by the jisung’s bit from skzful days in jeju #3 (min. 20:53 onwards). the one and only karaoke prince i will acknowledge.

You can hear him singing from half-way down the path. No, not really singing, wailing.

An exchange of glances with your friends assures you that you weren’t hearing things and by the way they turned your way and not at each other meant they recognized the voice too. So you trudge on, making it to the end of the path and into the clearing—a grass field supposedly for camping bordered by a ring of trees. Lights hang on wirelines over the head of figures moving around a long table. The voices are clearer now; two distinct ones amplified by microphones and a cacophony of laughter echoing in the background. The night was young but they’ve been out here for a while now, half-empty beer bottles and sauce-slicked chopsticks littering the tabletop from the hours they’ve spent in the open. Han Jisung stands over everyone else, gripping a microphone with one hand while the other conveyed what his voice couldn’t. The MR boomed through the speakers, his cries along with it, into the open air of the night as the others howled in laughter beside him.

“Oh boy,” Taehee says beside you, heaving a sigh just before you could.

It takes a while before anyone notices your arrival and even then it barely takes their attention away from the karaoke machine. Changbin is the first to acknowledge your presence, raising eyebrows when his eyes brush over to where you and your friends were. Setting his meal aside, he walks over to greet you, helping you with your things before heading to Saeyeon’s side.

“What’s up with him?” Saeyeon asks.

Changbin only blinks, a story for later. “I thought you weren’t coming.”

“We kept sending texts but i don’t think any of them went through with the reception here.” You say. The phone in your hand shows no bars, a notification that your message failed to send plastered on your lockscreen. In your inbox, your messages remained either unsent or unread.

Out of nowhere, the boy bursts out laughing, shaking his head as he leads you to another table behind theirs. The other boys wave over as you pass, playing in on keeping the oblivious Jisung in the dark as Changbin instructed. You think it’s cruel, but nothing beyond the silly pranks they played against each other. He’s preoccupied with singing anyway.

Chan approaches with a plate full of what they’ve been grilling, “Glad you guys made it on time. They would’ve chowed this down in the next hour.”

He sits across you, bright-eyed and waiting on all of you to take your first bites after the long journey. But you know he’s here for something else, you can feel him straining himself from the noise the younger boys were causing. Maybe some kind of explanation, or better yet a way to make it stop.

He opens his mouth to speak, abruptly cut off as Jisung hits a high note, screaming from behind him. You stiffle a laugh, harder to do with everyone else on the table failing to stop themselves.

“Ah, I’m so sorry for that. He’s been like that since the ride here. Played nothing but sappy sad songs in the car I nearly fell asleep.”

The conversation stirs another way as Chan asks about your own trip here but you’re no longer listening, your mind wandering over to the karaoke jock singing one song after the other. Somehow you find yourself smiling at his antics, amused and curious how he ended up that distraught over something you had no idea about. The both of you were fine, right?

Right?

Until you realize that you can’t remember the last time you had any form of correspondence. The utensils slip out of your fingers, dully clattering on the wooden table when you set them down to scramble for your phone. You open your messages with Jisung, the last few being yours all dated today—either failed to send or unread. But before that, during the days leading up to the outing, there was nothing but his messages, your replies too few and too far between.

The whole scroll up are bubbles from his side, streams of messages from varying points of his day. On the other side, all your responses were nothing but reactions to his messages themselves and the occasional readily available emoticons. No proper exchange in over a week, maybe even more, and the length of your replies dwindling as the days passed.

Oh, poor guy.

“_____, is it true?”

The call reels you out of your own thoughts, your head snapping up from your phone. Hyunjin slipped into the space beside you on the bench, his hands clasped. “You broke up with Han?”

The reaction it draws from you is immediate, your eyebrows knitting together in concern and confusion. “No, who said that?”

The boy blinks, disbelieving. “It’s all he’s been on since we met up today.”

The rundown of the day is repeated to you with a few more additions. From Chan’s story about the car ride to Hyunjin’s account on the past few days with Jisung. He tells you that it’s easy to notice the air shifting when it comes to Jisung. Everything turns eerily quiet—too quiet even for their own liking, and that’s how everyone noticed and concluded that something was wrong. But no one has ever had the courage to ask him what was up. Except Hyunjin though, your local gossip boy with an undying curiosity for business not his own.

According to the information he gathered, the past few days were a downcast for the boy. He spent his days trying to understand that you’re busy while simultaneously not understanding why his phone was dead quiet. He tried to stay preoccupied, distracted, But there were only so many options to cycle through. It’s funny because Jisung was never one to take interest in anyone else’s hobbies but he’s been hyperactive the last week. He tries to keep up with Changbin’s workout routine even if it (nearly) kills him, staying after hours in Chan’s studio even when he isn’t asked to. At home he’s cooking with Minho or baking with Felix or developing a sudden interest in photography and painting. Heck, he even tries reading books. Anything to have company.

But the long days end regardless, boiling down into the quiet of his room where he has no one. Sometimes Hyunjin would catch him on the couch in the living room in the early hours of day, watching Netflix on the tv with a dead stare without acknowledging anyone else who enters the room. “He lived his days dead,” Hyunjin finishes.

The table is quiet, all intent on listening but confused on how to react.

Across you, a bubble of laughter escapes out of your friend’s lips. She turns to you, “You’re on finals for a week and this is what happens?”

A resounding smack echoes through the air between you, followed by a hiss from the injured party. “Be quiet!” Saeyeon sneers and Taehee falls quiet.

The retort falls dead on the other girl’s tongue when you glance at her, resorting to rubbing the freshly slapped skin of her arm instead.

“And then what else, Hyunjin?”

“Aigoo, uri Hannie!” The voice belongs to Changbin and heads turn to the direction it’s coming from. Beside you, Hyunjin picks the bucket hat off his head to put it on yours, still in on the prank they were playing.

Still, from beneath the hat you catch sight of him. Jisung walks with one arm draped over Changbin’s shoulders, hair disheveled like an open book on the top of his head. The gloss-eyed boy approaches you with red puffy cheeks that matched the color of his eyes, face obscured every now and then by the arm he uses to wipe the tears he’s been crying.

“Can you tell them why are you crying?” Changbin asks when they’re both standing by the end of the table.

You don’t think that he sees you nor makes out that it isn’t just the boys sitting around the table. Jisung shys away from the others, from you, mumbling something you couldn’t make out into the other boy’s shoulder. And before you know it, he’s a crying mess again, bear-hugging the other boy who couldn’t bring himself to shake him off. Then you hear it first hand, his endless list of thoughts he’d been keeping to himself. It’s the only voice you’re listening to, drowning out the laughter that had begun to erupt from the mouths of everyone else on the table.

Jisung lets the other boy eventually, sinking into a tucked ball on the floor. He sat there like a child who just got their toy stolen, knees tucked in his arms with his head hung low. And it's the last straw for you, their prank be damned.

You excuse yourself from the table, crossing over the bench to walk over to where he’s crumpled by Changbin’s legs. The latter was still muttering words of consolation to dead ears, the crying barely lulling.

“I think she’s going to break up with me. She doesn’t like me anymore. Where did I go wrong again? I tried my best this time.” He says through sniffles and hiccups.

“Who doesn’t like you anymore?”

“_____.”

“Me?” you ask him, “I don’t like you anymore?”

He buffers, the sobbing stopping as he takes in the voice and your answer. Slowly, he raises his head, his arms leaving temporary marks crisscrossing over his forehead. You notice the moment it finally registers, his eyes readjusting as he studies your face. He blinks once, twice for good measure.

He brings a finger out of his closed fit, supposedly to poke you, But you mirror it, forefingers touching by their tips.

“I thought you weren’t coming.” His voice is quiet when he speaks, hiccups butchering his words.

“I kept texting you that we’ll catch up,” you show him your phone where the messages you sent, or at least tried to, remained undelivered. “I even sent you updates, but now I know they never reached you.”

You both end up sitting on the grass, the leaves tickling the skin of your thighs ever so slightly. You hand him a bottle of water you’ve carried over from the table, which he downs in seconds—parched from singing and crying.

“What was it that you were saying, About me no longer liking you? Is that why you’re crying?” you ask him, ducking to try and meet his eye.

He shakes his head. “It’s just,” he starts, “the past few weeks, we barely talked anymore and I think you’re losing interest in me. I don’t want that but I can’t do anything about it either.”

His out of the blue confessions coaxes a laugh out of you, one you’ve been holding back on fear of being mistaken as insensitive of your own boyfriend’s feelings. But it’s a silly thing, a spillage of emotions brought about by the alcohol. “Hannie,” his fingers find their way to yours, intertwining in an odd way but at the very least in contact, “did I forget to mention it was finals week?”

He hides away, head ducked with his hair blocking your view of his eyes. “Yeah, you did mention,” he pauses. “now that I think of it, I think I just let my head get the better of me.”

You leave his hands to hold his face, soft palms on soft cheeks as you raise his head to meet your gaze. His eyes are shining, glinting back the light from the bulbs above like a lens. Carefully, you brush his cheeks, traces of his tears absorbed by the pad of your thumb. “I’m sorry I’m absolute shit at managing my time.”

He breathes out a chuckle, the vibrations jolting down your hands and through you. It’s then when you realize that it’s been a while since you heard him laugh a hearty one. The last few weeks were nothing but a monotonous podcast listening session of lecture after lecture, each one harder to absorb than the last. You didn’t want to fail, maybe that’s why you sacrificed what sliver of stress-relief you had left. But the exams are finally over, your schedule has opened up and you have nothing left to do but to make up for lost time.

Everything has lulled into a quiet that suited the Jeju atmosphere you pictured in your head. Without Jisung on the mic, they’ve moved on to calmer songs—the type that winded down everything until the karaoke machine is forgotten. The others on the table have moved to other things, others leaving to take a walk while some stayed behind to talk over spare grills. You marvel at how easy things could fall back into place in such familiar space, it’s something you never got to have away in university.

“So, there’s no other guy?”

You pat Jisung’s face lightly, a faint reality slap that’s more endearing less a wake up call. “If I don’t have time for you, what makes you think I still have time for others?”

#jisung fluff #han fluff #skz fluff #districtninewriters #kwritersworldnet #skz scenarios #jisung x reader #han x reader #skz x reader #jisung imagines #han imagines #skz imagines #jisung timestamps #han jisung #stray kids #skz japan #skz han #toff.writes #in this sea of kinktober entries let me just put some fluff out

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chiskz · 1 year

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▶️ 슬즈로운 제주생활 (SKZful Days in Jeju) #3 & #4 | [SKZ CODE] Ep.22 & Ep.23

♡𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭: @alyszaen , @smh-anon , @neohyxn , @stealanity , @alixnsuperstxr , @kimcheon-sa , @hafsa-hoofsa-heefs , @qtnoaly

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EP. 22

♡ Relay Swimming

Chichi also can't swim. She was given a large round wheel with rabbit ears, in which she is submerged so that only her head is visible. She takes air into her cheeks and begins to drift slowly [human or buoy?].

Chichi gave up the race. She sat on the edge of the pool with the inflatable wheel still on. She got a flag from the staff and became a referee.

After the match is over, she jumps into the water and drifts again. Minho swims up to her and they begin to collide with the inflatable wheels like on a go-kart. Han watches them from afar and raises an eyebrow [do they still have any dignity in them?].

♡ Shopping

As someone who didn't swim at all, she went to the store with Seungmin and Lee Know as punishment. She sits in the car back seats swaying from side to side.

CHICHI: Shall I sing something to you?

Seungmin & Lee Know: No.

CHICHI: I'll hum it then!

Seungmin & Lee Know: No.

CHICHI: Then I'll at least purr.

Seungmin & Lee Know: ...

Seungmin & Lee Know: Okay.

[private radio, for 2min only!]

In the next shot, already at the market, Seungmin is holding a shopping list and Minho is pushing a shopping cart. Chichi follows them, peeking over their shoulders from time to time.

CHICHI: Vegetables are boring.... Let's take meat.

Seungmin: We will take the meat.

CHICHI: And let's take beer.

Lee Know: We can't take alcohol.

CHICHI: Can I have something sweet then?

Seungmin: No, you can't.

[When did Seungmin and Lee Know adopt Chichi?]

Seungmin takes Fanta in a can for Han.

CHICHI: May I get one too? May I? May I?

Seungmin glances at her like a tired father and puts a Coca-Cola can in the shopping cart for her as well. Chichi's lips line up in satisfaction like an emoticon :3.

When they finally finish shopping and leave the market, Chichi is sitting in the shopping cart with her legs curled up [this wasn't on the shopping list!]. When Minho and Seungmin put the groceries in the trunk, Minho puts the shopping cart with Chichi in the designated place and.... leaves her like that, then gets into the car. Chichi glances at the camera.

CHICHI: He will come back for me, won't he? He won't leave me here alone... Right, hyung? Hyung? ... Hyung?

Chichi continues to call out in tiny [products are subject to complaints, aren't they?]. In the next shot, however, she sits back in the car again [however, even the store did not accept a product with such a defect...].

♡ BBQ

Chichi stands at the grill with Hyunjin and Han, but not to help, of course. She stretches out her hands and looks at the grill with sparkling eyes [even big cats love to bask]. Changbin notices this and walks slowly over to the grill, putting his jacket over her shoulders. She glances at him and laughs nervously, as is her habit.

Jeongin starts singing "The Blue Night of Jeju Island." Changbin extends his hand to her, and she hides her embarrassed face in sleeve for a moment. She takes a short breath and gives him her hand to dance a slow dance with him for a moment. Everything happens in the background, the editors don't do a single close-up on it.

As the rest of Stray Kids decide on the next game, Chichi finally has time to eat barbecue meat. When "I Am Ground" game ends Chichi goes back to eating, as if she hadn't walked away from it at all. Han walks up to her and looks over her shoulder, opening his mouth slightly. Chichi grabs some meat in her chopsticks and feeds him without saying a word.

Chichi sings during karaoke last. After a moment's hesitation, she chooses "Hello & Goodbye" by MYNAME, without changing pronouns.

Hello & Goodbye, after dating, separation always comes Hello & Goodbye, though it hurts, it only takes a moment to be okay Don't overreact, you can well live without me I promise you, I'll give up to you my girl Baby Hello & Goodbye Felix and Bang Chan smile at once, and Han rouses I.N to a dramatic dance of heartbreak [someone please save baby bread... again].

EP. 23

♡ Cleopatra Game

A high-tones battle begins over who will be the last person to go fishing with Han and Hyunjin. Chichi is doing pretty well, but she knows she would have already lost in the third round, so she was glad that Seungmin gave up before it was her turn.

Chichi was given a brown bowl during dinner, which meant she got a room together with Felix and Jeongin. She laughed quietly and hugged the empty bowl to her chest [the happiest person now].

♡ Rooms

There was only one room with one single bed and one double bed. Felix laughed in embarrassment as soon as he entered the room and was about to turn back when the other two of his roommates were already standing in his way.

I.N: It's okay, we can take the double bed.

Ichi nods immediately and lies down with her back against it.

CHICHI: Ooooh, comfortable! That's the kind of comfort I'm talking about...

[While hell is going on between the other members, the three of them quickly come to an agreement]

Chichi goes downstairs after a while to make instant noodles for herself, after which she is no longer too visible in the frames.

Instead of evening farewells to the camera, the brown room has been given the honor of morning greetings. In the morning, Ichi is the first to take the camera in hand and wave to it briefly.

CHICHI: Heeeey... The little ones are still sleeping.

She showed Felix and Jeongin sleeping next to her, indicating that at the end of the day all three were sleeping together after all.

In the next shot from the brown room, it's Jeongin holding the camera, while Felix can be heard in the background.

Felix: I have a bruise. I swear it wasn't here yesterday. Here on my leg.

Chichi laughs loudly until she falls face down on the bed.

Felix: Why are you laughing? It must be you who kicked me in the night!

He called out after which he threw the first better pillow he caught at her. Chichi, however, continued to laugh, then tapped him on that bruise until he fell off the bed. Jeongin sighed ostentatiously.

I.N: Sometimes... I wonder how I put up with them.

♡ Fishing & Food Making

While Hyunjin, Han and Seungmin are out fishing, the rest of the members stayed home. Chichi rushed to the kitchen first to make herself a strong cup of coffee. She drank it alone, but when the rest of the members came into the kitchen later and Minho offered coffee, she immediately agreed [she had just drunk one!].

Later, everyone got down to food preparations. Ichi doesn't help much, since, as she says, "she has two left hands for cooking". Instead, she paces behind Chan to watch his drone. She then joins Felix drinking coffee, where moments later she gets her chocolate latte from Minho.

Bang Chan: Caffeine will finish you off at some point.

He laughs, but everyone knows he means it. Ichi, however, just stuck her tongue out at him [our leader is overprotective...].

Despite her lack of skills, Ichi helps in the kitchen as much as she can. She mainly accompanies Jeongin peeling fish, to which she efficiently operates a YouTube tutorial. She wears a rubber glove on one hand to look at least a little professional.

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#stray kids 9th member #kpop addition #kpop added member #kpop oc #stray kids oc #idol oc #stray kids female oc #stray kids added member #stray kids addition #skz drabbles #skz imagines #skz x oc

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