#char: han jisung

[sweetlixes]

for another sunrise

(★) fandom: skz (★) ships: minho/felix (★) rating: mature (★) 7630 words (★) completed (1/1) (★) zombie au

While searching for a place to hide out for the next few weeks, Minho and Jisung come across Felix, who was hiding from a zombie. When Minho invites him to join their group, for safety in numbers and all, he doesn't realise how much danger Felix is going to bring with him.

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cw: zombies, mild gore, character death, blood and injury

[milkyruins]

## han jisung x reader, APRON AND SWEATS

god, i think it's been at least a year or so since i've last posted. well, hi! i'm still in love with hanji!

summary: jisung asks to marry you but you're quite literally in an apron and sweats.

genre: fluff

content warnings: cursing (affectionately), joking mentions of attacking someone with pepper and evicting them

wc: ~0.4k

“that’s it, i’m going to marry you.“

you were mid-sauteeing up leftovers, but now your spatula remains frozen against the pan. “what?”

“what?” han does his signature frown/pout back at you– like he has a right to look upset that you didn’t comprehend his out-of-left-field proposal. 

“well, if you say outrageous shit like that to me, you know i’m going to do a double take.”

he huffs, cheeks inflating in disdain. “it’s not outrageous for me to want to marry the love of my life, though.”

you snort at his dramatics, reaching for the pepper grinder. “but right this instant? why?”

“because you're hot as fu-”

“can it before i douse you with pepper and kick you out.”

he giggles. “i’m joking, i’m joking.” a beat passes, the sound of the range hood’s fan consuming your kitchen. 

“there’s actually no real good reason. i just… this right here feels right. like something i want to do for the rest of my life.” he takes a breath, letting his eyelids flutter shut. a contented grin tugs at his lips. “half-assed leftovers dinners with you. aimless ‘how was your day’s and easy banter sessions. putting on whatever’s good to end the night, which inevitably ends up being love island because for some unknown reason you’re absolutely obsessed. plus, you look so goddamn beautiful and all you’re doing is doing menial labor in that ratty old apron.”

he opened his eyes again, finding his way to yours. and in his glance, you knew. there was a promise in his stare that left you speechless. at this point, the stir-fry could be charred to smithereens and you wouldn’t have noticed. 

you somehow mustered the willpower to close your slackened jaw and respond. “c’mere for a second, sungie?”

your clueless boyfriend waddled his way over to you. you reached for the nearest drawer, rummaged around, and– ah. found it.

“i hereby declare that i, your loving partner, love you very, very much and want to be yours for the rest of eternity. will you marry me, han jisung?” you slip the keyring of the measuring spoon kit around his ring finger, melting at his utterly stupefied expression. 

“you’re being for real?”

you pause. “well, let me get a redo once i properly invest in a ring. but… we’ll marry sometime in the future. i mean, after saying i look like a smoking hot bombshell in my apron and sweats, you’re literally never getting rid of me.”

jisung’s eyes started to crinkle and the largest smile known to humankind erupted across his lips. “so where’s the prenup?”

you grin, pointing towards the turnip sitting pretty on the counter, and he loses it. ♡

[jisungsdaydreamer]

Love Playlist #1: HOME (Han)

«GENERAL M.LIST» · «NAVIGATION» · «TALK TO ME» 

"For a really smart person, Jisung can be so dumb sometimes."

Pairing: Han x Fem!reader Genre: college au, friends to lovers, roommates to lovers, fluff, mutual pining Warnings: mild swearing Word Count: 7k

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You have three strict rules that you must follow. One, no going out after eleven. Two, never leave the house without your cell phone. And three, never, ever, fall in love with Han Jisung.

Unfortunately, you’ve broken that third rule already. In fact, you’re still breaking it, charring it to a crisp, and throwing it out like the trash you both begrudgingly take turns with. But how can you not? Because when it comes to your doe-eyed best friend who is serenely sitting in front of you, the whole rulebook is torn up. 

Jisung quietly flips through his growing stack of manga, blissfully unaware of the way your heart accelerates whenever he reads a particularly entertaining segment and his eyes light up in amusement.You should remind him to stay on track, but you can’t bear to stop him because of how cute he looks, his legs unconsciously swinging under the table and his fifth banana lollipop of the day shoved into his mouth. 

You’re both sitting together in the library at your special table beside the big window, the place that is always secluded no matter what, as if some higher power knows to keep it aside for you and Jisung for whenever you desire. Both of you are supposed to be studying for your finals, the objectively worst part of the entire year. You’re both seniors, so the slew of exams coming up should be a piece of cake for you, except both of you have grad school next year— you’ll be starting on your PhD, while Jisung, a computer engineering major, will be working towards a master’s degree— so you still have to worry about all of your final grades.

“I hate this.” Jisung looks up from the book in his hands, closing it shut. “I wish I didn’t have to do this.”

“It’s almost over. Then we’ll finally graduate and get to enjoy our summer,” you reply. “And then our lives begin.”

And the elation building in your chest is real, because although you have a tough couple of days ahead of you, the end of this year will be a testament to everything you have accomplished. You have your summer mapped out already; you’re going to be completing groundbreaking cancer research at an esteemed biologist’s lab, days filled with productivity along with exciting nights exploring adulthood and freedom with your friends. Even though you’ll still have school, you’ll only have to be doing what you’re passionate about, leaving behind the mandatory literature and calculus courses that brought you so many tears over the duration of college. 

“Not for me.” Jisung sighs, leaning back in his chair and staring aimlessly at the ceiling. “It’ll never end.”

Lately, Jisung has become increasingly stressed about graduation. He doesn’t come from a wealthy background, with his mother being a grocery store cashier and his father out of the picture. You’re aware he’s under immense pressure to do well in school and then get a good job that will take care of both him and his mother, when she’s unable to provide for herself. Worst of all, Jisung had to ditch his dream of becoming a musician and instead focus on something more practical, which ended up being a profession in computers. Of course, like anything else he puts his effort into, Jisung excels in computer engineering, and he’s come to terms with giving up his passion, but you know it doesn’t hurt any less.

“Do you want to talk about it?” You ask softly, reaching for his hand. He accepts it, but he turns his head to gaze at the street beyond the window.

“It’s okay.”

You don’t press any further, because you know that it will just break him down, and neither of you can afford that right now at such a crucial time. Instead, you resolve to brighten his mood, like he does with you anytime you’re down. “Let’s just hope we don’t get food poisoning tomorrow.”

Your attempt works, because Jisung meets your eyes, a smile permeating his solemn expression and before widening into a full grin, at the memory of the time you both first met. Remembrance comes like the summer breeze you look so forward to, washing over you both like a tidal wave. And just like that, it’s freshman year and you’re standing at the bus stop near your old dormitory building. 

You anxiously devoured the notebook pages in your hands, alternating between cramming the tiny text and scanning the road for the bus that was supposed to be here ten minutes ago. Your stomach ached from the food poisoning you contracted earlier that morning, an unwelcome byproduct of the dubious cauliflower and tuna tacos served at the dining hall the night before.

This was horrible timing too, especially because you had your first test of the academic year that day. When you should have been bent over your statistics notes, you were cooped up in the bathroom for the previous few hours, clutching the toilet bowl as you watched the clock above you tick menacingly. 

You bounced on your toes anxiously, before a strange, squeaking sound met your ears. You whirled around to see a boy approaching you while struggling to pull a large, bulging suitcase along with him. He finally succeeded, collapsing onto the bus stop bench while coughing and wheezing up a storm that rivaled the ominous clouds in the sky. You reached into the side pocket of your backpack, pulling out your unopened plastic water bottle and handing it over to him.

He looked at your offering hand in surprise, before gratefully accepting. He tipped his head back and closed his eyes while he gulped down the cool water. You watched him finish the entire bottle with a dizzying speed and then recycle it in the bin next to the bus stop. The boy was lanky, sporting an oversized Pokémon t-shirt and battered sneakers, and overdue for a haircut, the locks flopping over his sweaty forehead.

“Thank you so much.” He said.

“Of course. What’s in the suitcase?” 

The boy fondly ran a hand over the worn-out seams of the object of your curiosity. “I promised my roommate that I would give him all of my old books for his class project. I have no idea why he wants them, but then again, art students are weird.”

He looked up at you not even a second later, alarm in his eyes. “Unless you’re an art student! In that case, I didn’t mean what I said.”

You giggled, shaking your head. “No, I’m a biology major. And yes, I agree.”

He beamed. “I’m Han Jisung. First year, computer engineering. Anime and cheesecake lover. Spicy food hater.”

“Y/N. I’m a freshman, too, and I also love anime and cheesecake. Chocolate cheesecake, to be specific. And I can’t stand spicy food.”

“Chocolate supremacy!” Jisung gasped, clamping a palm over his mouth. “This is meant to be.”

You let out a hearty laugh at his theatrics. “Exactly.”

At that moment, the bus finally arrived, rolling to a stop next to you both. You helped Jisung push his suitcase full of storybooks up the steps of the bus and into the aisle. You sat on one of the seats in the back, and Jisung followed suit, plopping down right next to you. As he did, you noticed him wince, clutching his stomach. Concern bloomed in you for this precious stranger that you just met. 

“Are you okay?”

He clutches his stomach once more, smiling embarrassedly. “I got food poisoning. I should have known better than to trust the dining hall food.”

You pause, as the ironic delight of the situation sets in, allowing the pain to fade away and leaving you to wonder about the odds of meeting Jisung. “No way! Me too!”

Jisung’s eyes widen in surprise. “That’s destiny. Mutual food poisoning. Now we definitely have to be friends.”

Later, after you had exchanged numbers and plenty of laughs, parting ways at your respective bus stops, you would meet again at the university hospital. Both of you had contracted a salmonella infection.

Unbeknownst to you and Jisung, that delayed bus and salmonella would determine the trajectory of the rest of your lives. Over time, you both emerged from the shackles of a hesitant acquaintance to the kind of bond that never breaks, even with time, distance, or the grievances of being young. You witnessed each other grow up, fall in love and out of love, and get drunk on piña coladas at the bar next to the college gym you both pretended to go to regularly. 

Somewhere along the way, after Loser Boyfriend Number Three, as Jisung tried to cheer you up with his horrible jokes and the burned brownies that he nuked in the residence hall kitchen microwave, you realized that you were wasting your time on people who weren’t worth it. Because the only person who was worth it was the one who had been by your side all the time. Jisung. 

Betrayed by your treacherous heart, you began to see Jisung— your person, your study buddy, your fake fiancé when you both were trying to score free dessert with a restaurant proposal— as more than just a friend. In fear of your feelings potentially ruining your friendship, something more dear to you than any form of romance, as you so believed they would, you swore to never speak to Jisung of it. But you couldn’t lie to yourself anymore about the worst. You fell in love with your best friend. 

“What did the farmer say after he lost his tractor?”

“I have no idea, Jisung.”

“‘Hey, where’s my tractor?’ Get it?” Jisung bursts out laughing, slapping his thigh. He doubles over, his whole body shaking with laughter at the unimpressed look on your face, which makes everything funnier for him.

“That doesn’t even make sense!” You exclaim, trying to push him. Jisung just keeps giggling, dodging you masterfully.

You both have given up on your library study session, resolving to take a break at your favorite coffee shop and meet up with the rest of your friends in your circle. The setting sun has streaked the blue sky with its golden rays and puffy pink clouds, enveloping the entire campus in a hazy glow. It’s a pleasant May evening, with the scent of your college’s famed peonies along with the excitement of Spring lingering in the air. The street lights that line the sidewalk are already turned on, but not many people are outside enjoying the weather, except for a few students playing a game of Frisbee on the athletic field. Everyone else is locked away in their rooms or the library, grinding for their upcoming exams.

“Well, I have a better one anyway.” Jisung states, clearing his throat dramatically. 

You roll your eyes as you near your destination, an unassuming red-brick building tucked away in a larger complex of stores. Purple morningstar blossoms border the door of the small shop in clumps of dainty vines, no doubt the namesake of Morningstar Coffee House. Fairy lights are strung around the glass block windows, which offer a glimpse of the inviting warmth inside. 

“Let’s hear it.”

Jisung jogs ahead of you and opens the door for you, gallantly gesturing for you to go first. “What did Y/N say to Jisung when they went to the coffee shop together?”

The comforting smell of pastries and dark roast coffee engulfs you as you step into Morningstar. The strung lanterns and groovy jazz music playing in the background welcome you like a hug from a long-distance friend. You can’t believe it’s been so long since you’ve gone anywhere other than the library, the lecture halls, or the tiny apartment you and Jisung share. 

“I don’t know.” You humor Jisung, still playing along and waiting for his ridiculous punchline.

He smirks at you. “I love you a latte!”

You feign disgust, but secretly, you are elated because of how genuinely touching his words are to you. Jisung hugs you like a baby panda, trying to get you to applaud him for his clever joke, as Jisung is naturally a very physically affectionate person, always wanting to snuggle up to the people around him. But your heart can’t help but jump a little every time you feel his arms snug around you. 

“Well, I love you a latte more, Hannie,” you respond nonchalantly, but you mean it. You do love Jisung for everything that he is, even the cringeworthy SoundCloud rapper phase that dominated his sophomore year. 

“You guys are weird,” your friend Seungmin says from behind the counter, where he’s busy working as the barista, while his co-worker, Soobin, a timid Psychology student, clumsily handles orders at the cash register. Seungmin’s parents own Morningstar, and he plans to take over it next year. 

Jisung sticks his tongue out at Seungmin in defiance, before linking arms with you and dragging you to the back, where the rest of your friends are seated. There is Chan, or more famously known as Chris among his many admirers across his campus, clad in his signature black jacket. Besides him, the turquoise-haired baby of your group, Jeongin, and then Hyunjin, who as usual, is lost in his sketchbook. 

“Hey guys. What are you up to?” You slide in next to Hyunjin, trying to peek at what he’s drawing. You catch a glimpse of a very pretty girl you vaguely recognize from around campus, before he protectively snaps his journal closed, narrowing his eyes at you.

“Eyes on your coffee, Y/N,” Hyunjin says, handing you the mug that they ordered for you ahead of time. Magically, it’s still hot.

You accept the coffee and drink it, letting the rich liquid warm your insides as you swallow it gratefully. “Alright, alright.”

Jisung tries to steal a bite of Jeongin’s apple danish, earning him a swat on his wandering palms. Chan looks over at you with a grin. “We’re just listening to Jeongin rant about his crush.”

Jeongin groans before continuing. “And I keep asking her out, but every time, she rejects me, bro! What am I supposed to do? Give up?"

“Yes,” Hyunjin says in his signature straightforward manner, prompting everyone but Jeongin to snicker.

“Whatever. I'll figure out a way.” Jeongin sits back in his seat, resorting to aggressively typing on his keyboard to deal with his frustration.

You look around your little corner in the shop, which is filled with textbooks and miscellaneous notebook sheets. “Where are the others?”

“Minho is studying with his girlfriend, and Changbin and Felix are apparently also working, but they’re probably gaming instead.”

Hyunjin bites down on the edge of his straw, glancing between you and Jisung thoughtfully. “Speaking of girlfriend, when are you both going to get together?”

You freeze up in your seat, tensing like you always do whenever someone jokes about your relationship with Jisung, but he’s unfazed, shooting Hyunjin a mischievous smile. “When you tell us about that girl you’re obsessed with.”

Hyunjin immediately forgets about teasing you, glaring at Jisung contempfully. “Shut up, Han. You don’t know anything.”

“Guys, let’s calm down,” you say while patting Hyunjin’s back, happy for the distraction but still cautious about him and Jisung. While those two love each other very much now, they used to fight like crazy when they roomed together in freshman year, and no one needs a repeat of bad history right now.

Jisung catches your eye, and although he doesn’t smile at you, you can see the appreciation in his eyes. You nod slightly at him, before getting out your own computer. Words do not have to be exchanged between you two for you to understand each other.

You all settle into a comfortable silence as you finish your coffee and resume studying, only looking up occasionally to ask each other questions about the material or an assignment. Soon, the evening begins to fade away, and you start packing up your belongings before closing time.

“Hey, Y/N! Can you come over here for a second?” Seungmin calls out, capturing your attention.

You put down your backpack and walk over to the counter, where he’s washing his blender. “Yes?”

“So what’s going on with you and Jisung?” Before you can interrupt him and deny anything, Seungmin wipes his hands and gives you a meaningful look. “I know you have feelings for him.”

You feel your face heat up, and you avoid his piercing eyes. “How would you know?”

“Look, it doesn’t take a genius to figure it out. From the way you look at him, it’s a marvel how he hasn’t figured it out yet. For a really smart person, Jisung can be so dumb sometimes.”

You exhale, seeing no point in lying anymore. Besides, it feels good to get it off of your chest. “Well, why are you bringing this up anyway?”

Seungmin sets down his utensil caddy and rests his elbows on the edge of the sink. “Soobin likes you and asked me if you’re single. But, you know, I wasn’t sure if you are available. Emotionally, I mean.”

You glance over at Soobin, observing him counting all of the day’s revenue. The blonde cashier catches your eye, flashing you a shy smile before quickly looking away, turning a shade of tomato red. He’s handsome, good-hearted, and not to mention, very tall. Just your type. But he’s no Jisung.

“It’s been a while since I’ve dated anyone.” And this is true— over a year, to be precise. “I guess, I’m still hung up over Jisung.”

“Do you plan on making a move?”

“No way. I’m just going to wait for the feelings to dissipate. I would never risk our friendship like that,” you mumble.

“You could get to know Soobin, maybe he’ll help you move on,” Seungmin suggests, crossing his arms.

You consider your options before piping up. Jisung had gotten pretty serious with his last girlfriend by the end of your junior year, but he broke up with her a month later, telling you that she just wasn’t the one for him. He hasn’t dated anyone since, claiming that it’s not the right time. But for you, it is, and you realize that you can’t keep waiting for him.

“Maybe I will,” you say, toying with your jacket zipper.

Seungmin tips his head towards Soobin, but before you move, he leans in closer to you. “But personally, I think you should just tell Jisung. If he’s really your best friend, your friendship will stay the same no matter what.”

You nod. “Yeah, okay.”

You know Seungmin is right, but the truth is, it’s not just about losing your friendship with Jisung. Regardless of whether he reciprocates your feelings or not, you know that he would never walk away from you. It’s truly you who you are concerned about. You’re uncertain if you could bear to go back being your normal self around Jisung if you confess and get rejected. You don’t know if your heart could handle it.

You touch Seungmin’s hand in a quiet gratitude and approach Soobin, who immediately notices your presence and accidentally slams the cash register drawer closed, nearly shutting it on his finger. “H-hi Y/N.”

Watching Soobin get endearingly flustered, you can’t help but smile. “Hey Soobin. How are you?”

“I’m good, thank you.” Soobin bites down on his lip, wrapping his arms around himself. He looks so cute in his brown bib apron and converse shoes. “You look really pretty in that dress.”

Your cheeks warm, but you look him directly in his eyes. “That’s so kind of you to say. Actually, I was hoping you'd want to go out on a date sometime? Maybe after finals?”

Although you’re very reserved about your feelings for Jisung, in every other case, you can be quite forward with romance. Soobin’s eyes widen. “Wait, really?”

You laugh, getting out your phone. “Yes, really. What do you say?”

“Yes! I would love to. Could I please get your number?” Soobin stretches out his phone, which is covered in teddy bear stickers. 

You think of Jisung’s phone, which has a clear case and a polaroid of you two at the beach inside. You shake the thought of him away. You type your number into Soobin’s phone, before wishing him good luck on his finals and then rejoining your friend group in the darkening outdoors, which has moved outside the shop while you were talking to Seungmin. As soon as he spies you walking out of the door, Hyunjin forgets his conversation with Jeongin and immediately launches into interrogating you. 

“What were you talking to Soobin about?”

You shrug, trying to play it off, but can’t help the rosy blush that creeps up your neck. “Nothing, really.”

Now the others look interested as well, and Jeongin smirks knowingly at you. “You asked him out, didn’t you?”

Out of the corner of your eye, you think you see Jisung’s smile falter, but you chalk it up to your own imagination and affirm Jeongin’s prediction. “Yes, but it’s pretty casual. So not a big deal.”

Chan and Jeongin both high-five you like seventh grade boys, while Hyunjin just cackles at your sudden agitation. Jisung, however, looks annoyed, a very new color on him. 

“I didn’t know you were interested in Soobin,” he says, shutting Hyunjin up. “Why didn’t you tell me? You always tell me when you like someone.”

You know the answer to his question. But you can’t tell Jisung that the only reason why you asked Soobin on a date out of the blue is because you are in love with him and trying to move on. “Seungmin just told me that he had a crush on me. So I went for it.”

“Yeah, everyone knows Soobin likes you. But you could have told me first before making a move.” Jisung’s tone is slightly harsh, suspicious. You recoil in surprise, because he has never spoken to you like this, unlike the boy you know and love.

“Why are you getting so mad?” You ask him, hurt.

“It’s just that we tell each other everything, and this is pretty big.” Jisung crosses his arms stubbornly. “Unless you didn’t want me to know.”

Your skin prickles with a strange feeling, because while you two have bickered over stupid things in the past, it wasn’t anything serious like the look on Jisung’s face now. “What’s your problem, Jisung? What did I do to you?”

Your voice is raised, and boys instantly sense the tension in the air, stepping in to mediate. Chan, the eldest in the group, places a hand on Jisung’s shoulder, mutely imploring him to stay calm. Hyunjin, however, gets defensive on your behalf. 

“Why should she have to tell you? Calm down,” Hyunjin says, frowning at Jisung.

“It’s okay, Hyunjin. We should get going.” Without waiting for an answer from the others, you grasp Jisung’s hand and pull him with you, while he comes along without saying anything at all.

The walk back to your apartment, which is seven minutes long from campus, is filled with an uneasy silence, a dreadful change from the playfulness earlier in the day. The air is charged, full of everything you both want to say to each other, but nevertheless, you keep your mouth closed. More than anything, you’re confused. 

It’s been a long time since either of you were with anyone romantically, so maybe it is surprising to Jisung that you randomly asked Soobin out. However, you don’t understand his anger, especially because Jisung has always supported you in your dating life, even setting you up sometimes with people he knew. But you don’t think the problem is the fact that it is Soobin either, because Soobin is one of the most beloved people on campus due to his sweet personality. You don’t know what’s wrong, and that’s what bothers you the most.

Neither of you speak even when you reach your neighborhood, a suburban oasis in a big city. When there’s good weather, you and Jisung love to come outside and either take long walks around the block or pack picnics to share on the perpetually green lawn in front of your apartment building. Today, you head straight up to your flat, an indifferent pair of strangers standing in the elevator.

After unlocking the door to your apartment, you finally decide to break the silence, turning to look at Jisung, who trails a few feet behind you. “I’ll be in my room, studying.”

You want him to say something, anything, but he just nods, keeping his eyes trained on the grey hardwood flooring. Sighing, you pad across the apartment and enter your room, shutting the door you always keep open. 

You and Jisung had signed a lease on your place last year, partially because you couldn’t afford off-campus housing on your own, but also because you couldn’t imagine a better roommate than him. People made plenty of comments about how you both— two people of the opposite gender— renting an apartment together would be a recipe for disaster.

While Jisung had assured you that everything would be alright, the weeks leading up to move-in day were filled with apprehension for you. But unlike what he believed, it wasn’t because of what others said. The thought of you and Jisung living together made you worry if proximity could potentially make it easier for him to realize your feelings for him. 

However, when the big day rolled in, you couldn’t remember any of your fears as you and Jisung sat in your new apartment, leaned against a pile of half-opened luggage. Exhausted from dealing with delayed furniture shipments and sorting through the endless boxes of belongings, both of you had given up. Resolving to lay on the barren floor and play Go-Fish, you both laughed for hours about the annoyed look on the grumpy mover’s face when Jisung kept asking him questions. Before Jisung subsequently fell asleep on your lap, he promised you that you both would make a lot of good memories here. And you did.

Last Christmas, you both spent it together, huddled on the couch while gossiping and drinking hot chocolate, because both of your flights got canceled due to snow. Then there was the time Jisung forced you to stay awake with him all night because he was scared after watching some bad slasher film, but you told him Disney bedtime stories that eventually made his fear go away.

You can’t help but feel a small pang thinking of whenever he brings you strawberry shortcake from the bakery you like, or all of the times he spam calls you when you’re out late and haven’t informed him. You’ve never fought with Jisung like this, not without him immediately coming after you and begging you to forgive him, even if he wasn’t in the wrong. Being distant with Jisung is a new feeling, and you don’t get how you could ever accomplish that with your best friend in the whole world. 

Shaking off your incessant thoughts about Jisung, you turn on your computer, hunching over on your desk in the artificial glow of the screen. You still have a few chapters of reading to get through, and then you have to solve ten long practice problem sets for Chemistry. For now, you’ll have to put off the deliberations that pull at you.

“Y/N.”

You feel someone shaking you awake, gentle hands coaxing you out of an uneasy nap. You lift your head from where it rests on your arms, blearily looking up from where you are slumped over your desk. Your laptop has fallen asleep, the dim glow of your lamp lighting up the room instead. And the blaring, unwelcome red of your digital clock signals an unfortunate time well past twelve. Rubbing your eyes, you finally notice Jisung hovering beside you hesitantly.

“I thought you’d want me to wake you up,” Jisung says, his hands shoved into the pockets of his pajama pants. “I’m sorry.”

He’s wearing a black sweatshirt with the hood pulled up snugly over his head, a few soft pieces of hair messily sticking out from underneath. He looks so cute you want to hug him, but then you remember the events that transpired before you accidentally fell asleep. 

“It’s okay. I need to finish working, thanks,” you say dully, both tired from studying and being stuck in this bad day with Jisung.

He shakes his head. “No, I mean, I’m sorry for earlier. At the coffee shop.”

You bite your lip, melting at the regret and sadness in his eyes. Your best friend misses you too. “Can we talk?”

Jisung stays quiet before speaking, and you swear he can probably hear your anticipating heartbeat filling the room. “Are you hungry? We didn’t have dinner.” 

He doesn’t answer your question, but you still fold at the thought of how he didn’t eat without you. “Yeah, I am hungry.”

“I’ll make us something.” He turns and heads into the kitchen, and after a second thought, you hurry after him. 

Jisung takes off his hood and brings out a metal pot out of one of the cupboards. You watch as he rummages hastily through the fridge, before he shuts it with empty hands. He turns to you with a sheepish look on his face. “So we don’t actually have any food.”

Realization passes between the both of you: in the past few weeks, you both were so immersed in your preparation for your exams that you had completely neglected buying groceries, opting instead for easy pre-cooked meals or food deliveries. Your stomach rumbles loudly, and you rub it, embarrassed, but at least it breaks the tension, as Jisung snorts, an amused look on his face.

“We could go to the store and get something,” he suggests, from where he stands behind the kitchen island. 

He fidgets nervously, a reminder of how any other time, you would have jumped at the opportunity to ditch your books and buy cheap junk food with Jisung. But now? You don’t want to go out. You want to stay here, you want to talk to your best friend, you want things to go back to how they were before your fight with Jisung. And yet, you nod your head in agreement, grabbing your apartment keys and wallet from the counter before following Jisung out of the apartment. 

The hallways of the building are tainted a vivid yellow from the incandescent lighting, a sharp contrast to the gloomy night outside. The moon is high up in the sky, shrouding the sleepy apartment complex in a silvery glow. There’s no one outside except for a homeless man dozing on one of the benches lining the walkways. But the distant city lights tell you that not everyone slumbers, that outside of your bubble, people have their own lives and stories. The only story that matters to you, however, is the one with the beautiful boy who walks beside you, his step heavy and eyes downcast. 

In a matter of wordless minutes, you and Jisung have arrived at your go-to place for midnight runs, a sketchy little convenience store peeking out from behind a cluster of drab office buildings. The neon lighting of the store glows in the dark and reflects in the pools of water left by a mild rain that had graced the land while you were sleeping. 

Jisung quickly walks ahead of you and opens the door for you, a blast of air conditioning granting you solace from the humidity. The familiar sight of the plentiful arrays of colorful aisles and the broken fan hopelessly creaking by the entrance pulls you in. You scour the shelves of mouthwatering foodstuffs, before settling in front of one of the sections.

“I don’t know if it’s a noodles or sandwich kind of night,” you wonder out loud, picking up a pack of ramen. You don’t notice Jisung standing behind you, as you assume he’s already zeroed in on the ice cream freezer like he always does.

“Definitely ramen.”

You jump, hugging the packet to your chest as if it would protect you from the perpetrator. Jisung innocently watches you, a small smile playing upon his lips. He holds two wrapped popsicles in his hands, one melon-flavored and one mango-flavored, and stretches the latter out to you. You accept it, returning his smile, and it feels like things are normal again. You know you should bring up what lies unspoken between you two, but you want to preserve this moment for now.

Jisung selects ramen for himself as well, and you both go to the front counter to check-out, failing to exchange any more words as you both just continue to enjoy the calm. After, you both quickly exit the shop and start jogging in synchronization, remembering that a pile of work still awaits you. When you board the bridge that connects the rest of the city to the way back to your apartment, Jisung doubles over, panting. 

You decide to take a break, walking over to the edge and drinking in the view. The blurred lights of the magnificent skyscrapers illuminate the midnight sky like lightning, and the river in front of you is littered with cargo ships peacefully gliding along on their separate journeys. You lean against the railing, closing your eyes and letting the wind ruffle your hair. Jisung comes up behind you once more, but when he speaks this time, it’s less of a surprise and more of a comfort. 

“Everything is changing,” he says, resting his hands on the railing as well. “I’m scared.”

You open your eyes, turning to face Jisung. His eyes are filled with tears, and your heart reaches out for him. You tightly grasp his hand, trying to convey everything you can’t say to him. 

“Talk to me. Please.”

“I’m not ready for all of this. Graduation’s getting closer, and I know you’re excited but… I don’t know, I still feel kind of stuck.” Jisung’s gaze fixates on one of the boats below. “Every time I type out a line of code, I want to smash my keyboard into bits. Every goddamn time.”

His words are strong, but his voice is rough with emotion. 

“Jisung, don’t do this if it’s not what you want.”

“We’re literally graduating in a month, Y/N.” Jisung lets out a disbelieving sound. “But that’s not even a concern, because my grad school actually offers a joint program on computers and audio design for engineering students who want to go into music production. But I couldn’t do that, because you barely get paid unless you make it big.”

You frown, setting down the plastic cover of your food. “Well, why not? If anyone could break out, it’s you.”

Jisung shrugs, shaking his head. “I can’t take that risk. Just plain old computer science is the way to go.”

You stay quiet for a second, keenly observing his despairing expression. “Your mom would want you to be happy, Hannie.”

“I could be happy, maybe, one day. But not right now.” Jisung runs a hand through his hair, not meeting your eyes. “You’re moving away next year for your PhD, and I’ll still be stuck here, in a place where you aren’t there.”

“I’m only two hours away. You can get away from campus and visit all the time. We’ll be like the Kardashians taking on a new city!” You crack a watery smile.

Jisung sniffles sadly, and your heart sinks, because you failed to make him happy. Again. But then he looks up at you, a glimmer of humor in his eyes. “Only if I get to be Kourtney.”

You laugh, shoving him in the arm. “Fine.”

And then you both say nothing again, just gazing out at the world beyond this bridge and instant.

“What happened today?” You break the silence— questioning, not accusing.

Jisung groans. “It’s… look, I know we’ve both dated before, but none of them were it. And maybe you never felt that way, but I know for a fact that none of the guys you dated were right for you.”

“Jisung—” you start, but he interrupts you.

“And we’re graduating soon. So I thought you’d realize it by now.” Jisung taps his foot like he always does when he’s nervous, and your pulse quickens at his halting words. 

“Realize what?” You ask him softly, trying not to come to any conclusions but betrayed by the treacherous beat of your heart.

The tips of Jisung’s ears turn red. “I- I need you to not say anything. Because I need to say something. And if you don’t like what I say, then I’ll walk away and we can forget everything that transpired here. Okay?”

You maintain your serious expression, although you want to swoon at his adorably flustered state. “Okay.”

Jisung is about to finally reveal what has gotten him so worked up, but then he sighs in frustration, shaking his head. “No. I can’t do this with you looking at me. Can you please turn around? Please?”

Hiding a smile, you oblige him and face the other way. “Okay. I can’t see you now.”

You hear Jisung take a deep breath. 

“I’m never going to get this right. Y/N, I like you. And I mean like-like you. Like, romantically. Everything about you, I like. Even your disgusting food combinations, I like. Your smile? Oh god. Don’t go on a date with Soobin. Go with me. I like you.” 

Even though the past few minutes manifested Jisung’s declaration, you still whirl around, shocked. “Say what?”

Jisung rolls his eyes. “Seriously? I pour myself out to you and you need me to repeat it? You’re really something, Y/N.”

You smirk, stepping closer and looping your arms around Jisung’s neck. You take in how Jisung’s eyes have widened and how his lips are parted at such an intimate gesture from you, wondering if this is how it feels in the movies, when the heroine finally gets the boy she’s been loving from a distance for so long. 

You look up at Jisung, and your heart has never felt so happy. “I guess this is my time to be vulnerable too. I don’t just like-like you, Jisung. I love you.”

It’s Jisung’s turn to be surprised. “Wait, really?”

“Yeah. For a very long time.”

He smiles bashfully, his elation at your own confession evident. “I love you too.”

Jisung tilts his head to his right, as you do the same, almost about to close the miniscule space between you both. And then he pulls away.

You watch Jisung, confused, as he covers his face with his palms, shyly giggling. “I’m sorry, it’s just that I dreamed of this for so long. Can you give me a second?” 

Never able to get enough of his antics, you watch as he pulls a stick of chapstick out of his pocket and swipes it on. He dabs his lips carefully before turning back to you. 

“Now where were we?”

Before you can even say anything, he’s closed that gap. His lips are soft and sweet, the taste of cherry and vanilla chapstick lingering. You close your eyes and melt into the kiss as Jisung brings up his hands to cradle your face. The sweet scent of him clouds your senses and washes away your inhibitions, and there’s nothing besides you both in this moment. He kisses you like there’s no tomorrow, no exams, no school or anyone else. He kisses you not like a friend, but a lover that he’s yearned for, which certainly wouldn’t be a lie.

You can’t believe that you’ve been pining after Jisung for the mere duration of your college years. It feels like you’ve waited your whole life for this. The murky puddles of water around you and the pungent stench of a nearby dumpster are nowhere near romantic, but with the way you’re kissing Jisung, you might as well be in heaven. 

If you dare to predict the future, you’ll have the rest of your life to look forward to moments like this, miss him even when he’s laying in your arms, love him when you both slow dance in the refrigerator light at midnight. And because you’re two broke peas in a pod, you both will definitely conduct more fake proposals with each other when you go out to eat. Hopefully before the real deal. You’ll just have to see who pops the question first. 

“Wow,” Jisung breathes against your lips. “My dreams have not done this moment any justice.”

You chuckle, leaning in for another kiss. “Mine too.” 

But Jisung dodges your lips, making you scoff as he raises his eyebrows at you. “And what are you going to be doing about Soobin?”

“You should be nicer. Poor Soobin. I wouldn’t have to let him down now if you’d just told me all of this earlier,” you scold Jisung lightly, cupping his chin. 

He pouts, swatting at your arms with the oversize sleeves of his hoodie. “Never mind. Let’s stop talking about him.”

You roll your eyes playfully and wrap your arms around his waist, pulling him closer. You’re sure that the lovesick look on Jisung’s face mirrors your own. He may not be perfect, but he’s perfect for you. Your best friend in the whole world. And whatever the future holds, that will never change.

“I love you, Hannie. Love you so much,” you whisper, pressing another soft kiss to his lips. You’ll never, ever get tired of kissing him.

Jisung smiles down at you lovingly, slipping off his hoodie to put it on you, noticing the way you shiver. But you’re not really that cold; it's the way he’s looking at you right now. Not that you’d tell him that. “Let’s go.”

“Where?” You ask, still in a dreamy daze. This day has turned out to be better than any other you’ve ever had. Everything was worth it.

“Home.”

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[otsilliak]

Hi my little spark. Why don’t you sit down and go on the journey of meeting all of these handsome men.

Park Seonghwa

Accidental Dinners

you was set on a blind date by a friend. seonghwa looked exactly like the description your friend gave you. he didn’t tell you the truth until after you two left because he was stood up as well

Kim Hongjoong

Halloween Miscommunication

you and hongjoong go to the same college and are both friends with seonghwa. seonghwa told you both that it was a costume party. he forgot to tell you guys the change of plans, which made you both show up in full blown out costumes

Jeong Yunho

Scripts Of Love

both you and yunho were casted for an upcoming korean drama as the love interests

Kang Yeosang

Failed Ice Skating

it was snowing for the past few days. you were trying to go get groceries, only for you to slip on the apartment building steps. yeosang came up at the right time to catch you before you fell

Choi San

Drunken Mistakes

woosan was drinking to relieve stress from all the work they’ve been doing. they both saw you walking past and wooyoung bet san to holler at you. he did it in korean because he thought you wouldn’t understand him

Song Mingi

Spinning Carousel

you were solo traveling to south korea. you decided to spend the day at lotte world. mingi and woosan was there trying to take a photo. you walked by and mingi asked if you’d take the pic for him.

Jung Wooyoung

Fake Love

you was at a bar to relax after a rough week you just when through. an abusive ex showed up and tried to talk to you so you run up to wooyoung hugging him and whispered for him to help you by pretending to be your boyfriend so your ex will leave you alone.

Choi Jongho

Dancing into the Frame

you’re a popular influencer. you’re a choreographer and do kpop dance covers. for the past few months any picture or video you take in public the same man shows up in all of them. you finally meet him when you’re hired to help ateez make choreography for their new song.

Bahng Christopher Chan

Universe in Your Eyes

you was on the way back to your hotel after a stray kids concert. you was singing off key to youtiful as you parked your car. you heard laughing and turned to see bangchan smiling at you

Lee Minho

Passionate Tempo

you moved to a different city. it took you awhile to find a new dance studio. when you found it, the first group dance was done in pairs. you are paired up with lee know

Seo Changbin

Charred Cookies

it was five minutes until changbin could get off work. he was unfortunately called to your apartment complex because you accidentally set of them fire alarm. your cat ran out so you went looking for him while you had cookies in the oven

Hwang Hyunjin

Broken Canvas

you entered one of your art pieces into an art gallery. a handsome man was staring almost glaring at your piece. you asked his thoughts on it and he rips your hopes to shreds before looking at you seeing your face fall

Han Jisung

Blooming Background Love

both you and han won chances to be in some up and coming comedy movie as extras. you guys clicked immediately after you both did the same silent skits in the background without even speaking

Lee Yongbok

Flashing Lights and Radio Silence

you are a popular youtuber who originally did on the street interviews but you get invited to the louis vuitton 2023 pre-fall show to interview the celebrities there and you get to interview Felix

Kim Seungmin

Midnight Nuisance at the Checkout

seungmin was grocery shopping for the dorm while teacher!reader was getting supplies for her classroom. both of them end up in a the same and only line with a karen

Yang Jeongin

Cooking Up Love

you debuted in a co-ed group the same time as stray kids. you and i.n have been shipped since debut. both of your companies put you both on a cooking variety show for fan service and exposure

Goo Gunil

Waltz into My Heart

you signed up for a beginner ballroom class to surprise your brother taehyung. you get paired up with a handsome man who can’t dance and took the class to be able to impress his future partner

Kim Jungsu

Quiet Home

your second home was a library that was near the local college that jungsu goes to. he has a class project he has to get done. he assumes you work there since you was putting up a stack of books. you tell him you don’t work there but still tell him what books he needs down to the shelf and the placement it should be.

Kwak Jiseok

Cotton Candy Pang Pang

you’re new to south korea and your roommate thought it would be a good idea to go to wolmido to ride disco pang pang to get you a man. the operator made you go running into a beautiful korean man with cotton candy colored hair.

Oh Seungmin

Library Project

o.de was studying at the campus library when you sat at the same table as him. he noticed you pulled out the exact same project he was doing. he gets the courage to ask if you’d like to work together

Han Hyungjun

Forgotten in the Changing Room

you and your „friends“ went shopping. you and a couple others from the group were trying on clothes. while you was changing into an outfit they left forgetting that you was there. when you stepped out of the changing room instead of your friends sitting there it was someone else. junhan was waiting for jooyeon to get out and when he did get out they both hyped you and your outfit up

Lee Jooyeon

Misunderstanding

jooyeon was trying to surprise gaon by covering his eyes only for it to not be him but a new debutee who had the same hair color as gaon for this comeback

[vactiontown]

🍃 — STUFF.

starters de outubro. 🍂

prompts para starters. + starters abertos (1) (2). + recentes🌻

wanted connections. 🌼

plot inspo. 🍁

🍒 — CHAR LIST.

brooke scott (emily rudd | 27 years old | funcionária na peixaria)

dong-hae minkyu (lee sangyeon | 28 years old | herdeiro de uma rede hoteleira)

felix irving (kim taehyung | 25 years old | jogador de vôlei)

gabriel haynes (cody christian | 28 years old | funcionário da joja)

gustavo tawamba (jack gilinsky | 27 anos | jogador de futebol)

jackson scott (taz skylar | 27 years old | cozinheiro)

jade edwards (olivia cooke | 29 years old | tradutora)

jaehyn lee (younghoon | 27 years old | guarda noturno)

jaesung kim (han jisung | 24 years old | estagiário)

jinwoo seo (kim soohyun | 33 years old | bombeiro)

jiyeon baek (sunwoo | 24 years old | artista)

kwang seo (kang tae oh | 29 years old | programador e desenvolvedor de games)

mia campbell (ella purnell | 27 years old | herdeira)

lucas duke (brenton thwaites | 30 years old | policial)

nathaniel elric (boyd holbrook | 38 years old | mecânico)

peyton suwan (minnie | 27 years old | cabelereira e manicure)

sang-jun gojo (juyeon | 28 years old | professor)

seok-min baek (eric sohn | 23 years old | marceneiro)

seth scott (drew starkey | 27 years old | atendente na peixaria)

soojin min (soyeon | 27 years old | curadora no museu)

taeho yoon (seungmin | 23 years old | estudante)

taesoo kown (hyunjae | 27 years old | guarda florestal)

takashi kato (mackenyu | 27 years old | dono de livraria)

thomas huntt (maxence danet-fauvel | 27 years old | hoteleiro e fotógrafo)

wesley xavier (rômulo estrela | 35 years old | dono de um quiosque na praia)

yuri itadori (kim jiwoong | 23 years old | estudante e atleta)

[greencruz]

top 5 fcs

ASK ME MY “TOP 5” ANYTHING : ACCEPTING !

kim mingyu, ô fc bom e que serve pra tudo, viu? e eu gosto de fcs com músculo então ele sempre me alegra <3 é fc de um dos meus xodós, mas todo personagem que eu vejo com o mingyu, seja lá como for a personalidade, parece que se encaixa com ele, é incrível.

anya taylor-joy, essa eu tenho apego porque anos atrás quando ninguém ousou, eu estava ralando meu cu igual uma cachorra pra usar ela fazendo gif de tudo que ela filmava e eu não achava na tag.

jessica chastain, outra fc muito muito boa! essa aqui é porque sou doida pra usar ela, meu tipo ideal de milf pra jogar com chars mais velhas, inclusive por muito tempo usei como pamela isley.

mason gooding, que é o fc PERFEITO para quem quer fazer um jock/himbo, e olha que fc pra himbo é difícil de achar hoje em dia, que seja bonito DE VERDADE, então é sempre bom usar ele.

crystal reed, que eu sou muito apegada. a crystal já pegou muitos papéis bons, e ela tem uma certa vibe, sabe? de protagonista durona e desiludida ou de femme fatale, eu que gosto de fazer gente depressiva ou puta amo ela, sem falar da questão emocional com teen wolf.

menções honrosas pra madelyn cline, steven yeun, han jisung, manny jacinto e brenton thwaites.

[lamptracker]

Fic: Just a Tiny Fire (Best friend!Han Jisung/Reader)

Look! A fic! A not Tom Holland fic! 

Anyway

Title: Just a Tiny Fire

Pairing: Best friend!Han Jisung (Stray Kids)/Reader

Warnings: Like, mention of a tiny fire. It’s there in the title. Otherwise it’s fluff city up in here.

A/N: based on a convo @jisungiesbunnie​ and I had a couple weeks ago. This one’s for them.

Summary: You’ve been stressed at work, so your best friend Jisung decides to do something nice.

You sighed as you rubbed a hand across your face. You were at work, and normally you really loved your job, but right now? Not so much. The numbers were blurring together into a giant hodgepodge of...something. Nothing you were doing was making sense. It had been like this for two weeks now.

Add to that your mom being on your case (even though you’d moved into your own apartment) and your ex being generally annoying (you finally blocked their number and stopped following them on social media), and you were ready for a vacation.

But, for now, a soda and a quick breather would have to do.

You made your way to the breakroom, half-heartedly waving at a couple of co-workers as you trudged down the hallway. You pulled your change out of your pocket, plunked it into the machine, and made your choice. With another deep sigh, you plopped rather unceremoniously onto the breakroom couch. As you opened your soda, you wondered briefly which of your friends you’d call to hang out with tonight.

Fate decided that for you; your phone rang. You smiled as you saw the name - Han Jisung; you always put people in by their real names - flash onto your screen. 

“Hey, Jisung,” you said, trying to hide how tired you were. “So nice to hear from-”

“Quick question,” Jisung replied quickly. “How attached were you to that little blue saucepan?”

Well, you thought to yourself. That can’t be good.

“I… huh?”

“You see,” he said, “I came over to cook you dinner, and… uh… there was an incident.”

“What kind of incident?” you asked dryly.

“I… okay, don’t freak out…”

You jumped off your seat on the couch. “Han Jisung, did you set my kitchen on fire?!”

“It was just a tiny fire!” Jisung yelped. “I got it out right away. Well, your neighbor across the hall helped me.”

“Yeah, she seems to be an expert at kitchen fires.” You shook your head as you walked quickly back to your desk. Poor Mrs. Mendelbaum - nice lady, terrible cook.

Jisung laughed shortly. “Yeah, it was actually sort of funny. When the fire department got here they automatically went to her place.”

“They’re at her apartment at least once a week. How bad was it?” You logged off your computer, gathered your coat and other belongings, and sped down the hall to your supervisor’s office. 

“Not too bad. Just a little smoke damage, but that cleaned right up. Smells a little burnt in here, though.”

“I’m coming home. Don’t go anywhere.”

“No, really you don’t-”

“See you in a few minutes, Jisung.” You popped your head into your supervisor’s office. “Hey, I hate to do this, but there’s been an emergency at home and I have to take off.”

“Oh, my. What happened?”

You groaned. “My idiot best friend nearly burned down my apartment.”

Your supervisor chuckled softly. “Okay, see you tomorrow. But if you need to take tomorrow too, let me know.”

You nodded. “Will do.” 

**

You got to your apartment to find the door propped halfway open; your across-the-hall neighbor keeping watch over your front entrance. 

“Oh, (y/n),” Mrs. Mendelbaum called from her doorstep. “Don’t be too angry with him, dear, okay? It really was an accident.”

“I’ll try. Thank you, Mrs. Mendelbaum.” You walked into the apartment; every possible window was open. Your box fan was propped into one facing the outside, blowing the air out. There was still a lingering odor of smoke in the air. The kitchen didn’t look too bad - no burn marks or anything, and the stovetop was cleaner than it had been in months. In fact, the only indications that there had been a fire were the smell, and the charred remains of the saucepan in the sink. You pulled the door shut, waved at Mrs. Mendlebaum, and kicked your shoes off.

“Han?” you called out softly.

“In here,” a muffled voice replied from down the hall.

You made your way down the hall and into your bedroom, stopping just at the foot of the bed. A large, comforter-colored lump lay in the middle of the mattress. You laughed as you settled down next to it.

“Hey,” you said quietly.

Jisung popped his head out from under the blanket, leaving the rest of his body tightly wrapped. You couldn’t help but giggle at how cute and small he looked.

“I’m so sorry,” he said remorsefully.

“It’s okay.” You rested a hand on part of the lump. “Where am I-”

“Elbow.”

“Okay.” You took a deep breath. “Now, what happened?”

“Well,” Jisung started, “I noticed you’ve been super stressed out lately, so I wanted to do something nice for you. So I decided to surprise you by making dinner. You know, my famous egg rolls?”

“Ah, yes. As I recall, you stole that recipe from Felix.”

“I didn’t steal it, I just… borrowed it when he wasn’t looking.”

You laughed and shook your head.

“Anyway, everything was going okay and then my phone rang and it was Changbin, and I got distracted and totally forgot what I was doing. And then… then the oil caught on fire.” 

“So, really, this is Changbin’s fault,” you teased.

Jisung managed a tiny smile. “But I… I just wanted to do something to make you feel less stressed out, and I made you feel more stressed out, and…”

“Hey, no. It’s okay. Really. I appreciate the effort, I do.” You softly started rubbing his elbow through the comforter. “That was so sweet, even if it didn’t turn out the way you hoped. Plus it got me out of work early, so…” 

Jisung laughed as he slowly worked his way out of the comforter. “No hard feelings?”

“Not a one. You’re buying dinner, though. And Binnie’s buying me a new saucepan.”

“You’re the best, (y/n).” Jisung scooted next to you on the bed, wrapping an arm around your shoulders.

You smiled as you quickly kissed his cheek. “No, you are,” you replied, resting your head on his shoulder. “I think I’m going to call off tomorrow, I need a mental health day. You wanna come over, maybe find a show to binge?”

“Sounds like a plan.” Jisung smiled softly at you. “So, what sounds good for dinner?”

“Hmm. Tacos?”

“I can make that happen. Hey, listen, I’m sorry again about-”

“Don’t worry about it, really. I’m just glad you’re okay. I can always replace my saucepan, but I can’t replace you.”

“I am irreplaceable.”

You sat up, punching his arm. “Idiot.”

“You love me, though.” Jisung flashed a wide smile at you; you rolled your eyes.

“Unfortunately.”

“Well, I love you too, even though you’re mean to me.”

“I am not-”

[dreamofkpop]

Hangout

Stray Kids 10th member AU

Charlie x NCT Dream 

requested by anon! // requests are open! (this is pure waffle i am so sorry :/)

(gif not mine! credit to owner!)

~

Music blasted through her headphones, blocking out the world as she barreled down the street on her skateboard. The wind nipped at her skin and forced her hands into the sleeves of her hoodie, her beanie kept the majority of her hair from flying about the place. 

As Charlie came to a red light, she pulled out her phone to check if she had any messages. There were a couple of texts. 

Hyunie: if you don’t get back to late, drop by the studio? [12:04 PM]

bbynana: don’t fall off your board on the way here :) [12:18 PM]

She continued down the road, reaching the Dreamies dorm in a mere 10 minutes. As she shut the door behind her and placed her board on the ground, her vision was suddenly obscured by a hand. 

“Guess who?” A familiar voice whispered, making Charlie laugh. 

“Hi Jeno” 

His hand dropped and Charlie turned around, Jeno stood with his arms held out for a hug and a small smile playing on his lips, Charlie smiled as she stepped into the embrace and her arms found their way around his torso. 

Before the boy had the chance say anything, Charlie was suddenly pulled out of his arms. Jisung smiled cheekily at the older boy as he hugged Charlie to his chest. 

“Hello to you too Ji” She giggled, burying her face into the soft fabric of his hoodie. “You okay?” 

Jisung pulled back, nodding. “Mhm, better now that you’re here!” 

Charlie rolled her eyes at him, allowing the younger boy to grab her hand and pull her into the living room. 

~

“Ah! no no no stop!” Charlie shouted at the TV, her eyes widening as Renjun’s character drove past her, knocking her down into second place. 

It was a very intense game of Mario Kart, the looser overall having to buy everyone bubble tea. 

Charlie was gripping the control hard enough to possibly snap it into two pieces, tapping the buttons vigorously. A loud triumphant cheer came from beside her as Renjun’s character drove past the finish line, he jumped from his chair and high-fived Chenle as Charlie slumped in her chair and pouted. 

“That’s not fair!” She whined, throwing her hands out. “I was winning that!”

Turning his head, Renjun smirked at her triumphantly before switching seats with Haechan. Charlie tossed the controller to Jeno, who was eager to try and best Haechan, before standing up and leaving the room.

She turned down the hall and towards the room at the end, it’s door left ajar giving Charlie a small view of who was inside. Jaemin stood with his back towards the door as he searched for his phone.

An idea popped into Charlie’s head and a smile stretched onto her lips,

She placed her hand on the door and slowly pushed it open, silently cheering when it didn’t creek, as quietly as she could she walked towards Jaemin, once closed enough she jumped on him and wrapped her arms around his waist.

“RAH!”

Jaemin jumped, snapping his head back to see who it was, he smiled and rolled his eyes when he noticed Charlie.

“What are you doing?” He asked as he turned around, phone now in hand, and wrapped his arms over her shoulders.

“I’m annoyed” She huffed, burying her face into his shoulder.

Jaemin snickered and patted the top of her head. “Who annoyed you this time?”

“Renjun...”

“What did Injunnie do?”

Charlie looked up at her bestfriend and frowned. “He beat me at Mario Kart”

Gasping dramatically yet sarcastically, Jaemin slapped his hand over his mouth then dropped it. “Did he? Oh no that’s terrible!” He chuckled.

“Jaemmm~ Don’t laugh at me!” She complained and stood up starlight.

Before she could move her arms and walk away, Jaemin gently grabbed her upper arms and pulled her back into his arms, resting his head on top of hers. “Okay alright I’m sorry, you’re too cute i had to”

“I hate you” She huffed, her voice muffled by his shirt.

“Whatever, come on let’s go join the others before they get suspicious”

~

Later in the evening, the 7 of them had ventured out of the dorm and out into town, ending up in a lock convenience store situated by Han River. 

“I kinda want something sweet...” Charlie mumbled to herself, her right hand hovering by a row of sweets. “Or noodles...”

Huffing, she stood up straight and spun around, heading around the store absentmindedly. As she turned the corner, another person did and she smacked right into them.

“Ouch, did i just run into a bloody brick wall?” She mumbled, rubbing the sore spot on her forehead, finally look up to see who she’d hit. “Oh shit, sorry Jen” 

Jeno smiled and shook his head “Don’t sweat it, neither if us we’re looking”

The two of them decided to search the store together, picking up random snacks as they went around. 

“Ooh! Sour gummy bears!” Charlie exclaimed, grabbing the packet off the shelf and adding it to the basket. 

Someone walked up behind them and placed their hands on Charlie’s shoulder, making her jump and turn around. Jaemin stood behind her, a plastic bag hanging on his arm, this newly dyed pink hair ruffled. 

“Didn’t you tell me yesterday that you were gonna go on a diet?” He asked, a smirk pulling in his lips. 

She shook her head. “Forget it, i love sugar too much, I’ll diet if i get told to” then turned and headed towards the cashier. 

~

“That water looks really inviting...” Charlie suddenly said, staring at the river a few feet away. 

Haechan lifted his head up and looked at Charlie weirdly. “Are you crazy? It’s probably freezing cold!”

“He has a point, Char” Jaemin, who had his head rested on Charlie’s lap, spoke up. 

She looked down at him, her hand still combing through his hair, and shrugged. “But that’s what makes it fun....plus content” 

The three of them dulled down into silence, watching as Jeno, Jisung, Chenle and Renjun played a game of football. 

Sitting up straight, Charlie slowly took her hand away from Jaemin’s hair and carefully lifted his head off of her lap and used her bunched up jacket as a makeshift pillow. 

“I’ll be back in a mo” She informed before standing up and walking towards the river, leaning on the barrier. 

The wind blew softly, blowing Charlie’s hair behind her and tugging on her beanie. She had her arms crossed on the barrier and sighed, staring down at the water beneath her. 

“Penny for your thoughts?” A voice appeared behind her. 

Charlie jumped and looked back, a small smile appearing on her lips when she saw Haechan stood there. “Just thinking” She told him, watching as he walked up and stood beside her. 

“Thinking about?” 

“Things”

“Wow very specific, thanks Charlie” He rolled his eyes and shook his head, going to speak again but was this time interrupted by a cough.  

She reached over and patted his back, chuckling softly. “You’re welcome Hyuck” 

“Honestly though, you okay?” He asked, wrapping his arm over Charlie’s shoulder and pulling her into a hug. 

Charlie let her arm wrap loosely around Haechan’s waist and leaned into him. “I’m fine, lot of things going on” 

“Well you know me, and the rest of them-” he motioned towards the rest of the boys behind them. “-are here if you need someone to complain to” 

“good to know, i’ve got my support boys” She chuckled, resting her head on Haechan’s shoulder. 

They eventually walked back up to the group and Jisung got Charlie’s attention before she could sit down. 

“Noona! Come play a match with me!” He waved her over. 

“No~ Charlie come here, i was really comfortable” Jaemin whined, holding his hands out for Charlie who only rolled her eyes. 

“What am i? A pillow?” 

“No you’re my bestfriend and or my sister, the comfortable aspect is just a bonus!” 

Charlie shook her head and laughed. “Go lay on Jeno, I’m going to play football” She then walked down to where Jisung was stood, ignoring Jaemin’s childish complaints from behind her.  

~

“Good luck at the show tomorrow, i know you’ll smash it” Charlie moved around the room, hugging each of the boys. 

When she got to Jisung he hugged her tightly and buried his face into her shoulder. “Are you gonna come to the show tomorrow?” He asked, voice muffled by the fabric of Charlie’s jumper. 

“I’ll try Sungie, if i’m not able to make it to the show i’ll try and drop by after, okay?” She patted the top of his head. 

After saying goodbye to the rest of the boys, she headed out with Jaemin following. 

“You know you don’t have to walk me back right? It’s only...” She pulled her phone out and clicked it on, ignoring all the text notifications. “It’s only quarter to 11″

He shrugged, throwing his arm over Charlie’s shoulder. “You’re my bestfriend, it’s my job to make sure you get home safely”

“Aww~ What a gentlemen!” She cooed, looking up at him with a cheeky smile. 

“Shut up, i will leave you by yourself” 

“Suureee Jaem, Sure” 

He chuckled but then turned his head to look down at her, a serious look on her face. “In all seriousness, we haven’t hung out in a while just me and you so next week, when we’re both free shall we go out for the day?”

Charlie nodded. “Sounds like a plan!”

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Mod, vocês poderiam indicar algumas fcs masculinas? Sou bem chate pra isso e todas as que eu pensei já foram pegas. ):

Lista de fcs para chars m que a mod adoraria ver na comunidade:

Cho Seungyoun (UNIQ/X1), Choi Chanhee (The Boyz), Choi San e Kim Hongjoong (Ateez), Choi Yeonjun (TXT), Han Jisung e Lee Felix (Stray kids), Hong Jisoo e Xu Minghao (Seventeen), Jung Wooseok (Pentagon), Kang Daniel, Kang Younghyun (DAY6), Kim Donghan, Kim Inseong (SF9), Kim Jungwoo, Mark Lee e Ten Chittaphon (NCT), Kim Yohan (X1), Xiao Jun e Hendery (WayV), Kwon Hyuk (Dean), Ong Seongwoo, Park Minhyuk (Astro), Yoo Kihyun (Monsta X)

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a symphony of broken notes

(★) fandom: skz (★) ships: multiple (★) rating: not rated (★) 9542 words (★) completed (18/18) (★) drabble collection

"There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you." – Maya Angelou

A collection of all drabbles I've posted on twitter.

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there's nobody but me here

(★) fandom: skz (★) ships: minor platonic 3racha, minor platonic minlix, minor chan/minho, past jisung/seungmin (★) rating: mature (★) 12770 words (★) completed (1/1)

Jisung steps back from the car, then goes back to close the trunk. He inhales steadily, counting his breathing.

One. Two.

Jisung opens the trunk again. The corpse is still there, wide-eyed and bloodied. He steps back, pinching the bridge of his nose and closing the trunk quickly lest the cameras capture it. This is bad. Really, really bad.

He could've sworn there were two corpses in his trunk last night.

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cw: major character death, past character death, unhealthy relationship, murder, blood and injury, manipulative friendships

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merry crisis

(★) fandom: skz (★) ships: hyunjin/jisung, minho/felix (★) rating: teen and up (★) 5762 words (★) completed (2/2)

Han Jisung has made many decisions in his life. All sorts of decisions ranging from his preferred university and a view of his future career to tonight’s dinner, you name them. Jisung has done it all.

However, making a bet with his roommate while drunk to confess to his long-time crush and getting the entire decision recorded isnotone of his brightest moments.

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of knights and bunnies

(★) fandom: skz (★) ships: jisung/seungmin (★) rating: teen and up (★) 5280 words (★) completed (1/1) (★) series: merlin au

As the Head Knight of Miroh, Sir Kim Seungmin is busy handling the general security of the kingdom, oversee training of the soldiers and cover his fellow knights' expenses at the tavern.

Not co-parent a bunny with Han Jisung.

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in the soft moonlight (i keep you)

(★) fandom: skz (★) ships: jisung/felix, background minho/chan (★) rating: teen and up (★) 4296 words (★) completed (1/1) (★) series: cyberpunk au

Felix quietly watches the two parties, the trio threatening the fourth guy. His eyes widen in horror as one of them pulls out a knife.

He involuntarily holds his breath. Should he go in and help the guy, or stay back and watch?

Fortunately, his question gets answered when the fourth guy punches the dude holding the knife, grabs the weapon and yowls threateningly.

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cw: brief mention of drinking, brief appearance of knife

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let's up the stakes (as you wanted)

(★) fandom: skz (★) ships: changbin/felix, minho/jisung, platonic felix & chan (★) rating: teen and up (★) on indefinite hiatus

When Lee Felix lied to his stepbrother Bang Chan two years ago, telling him he was married to Changbin, his pocket money increased.

Now, with a surprise visit from Chan, Felix has to figure out how to keep his stepbrother in the dark about his marital status, or risk losing everything.

Either way, it was all Jisung's fault he was in a 15 million won debt.

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