#han jisung au

[asterrrific]

11:53pm

"Y/N... y/n, wake up." your friend, Chan gently shakes you awake.

You were still in the student council's shared office with the student's technical committee. You were the secretary to the council President who's also your friend, LeeKnow, while on the other hand, your boyfriend, Han, is the chairperson of the tech. committee.

It's an overtime kind of shift today because tomorrow is the start of your university's anniversary week, and as the student leaders, you were placed incharge of the preparations for the grounds where booths and activities for students will be held.

"Mmm? What time is it? Sorry, I dozed off for a bit..." you slurred, as you rubbed at your eyes, willing yourself to wake and get up from your makeshift bed: one of the tarps for tomorrow as your bedding and Han's backpack as your pillow.

"No, it's okay. You did great today. I think you did the most today, together with LeeKnow," Chan explains as he kneels beside you. "I just need to get the tarp, we're gonna put it up now." he adds.

"Oh, right. My bad." you chuckle, feeling your cheeks turn red a little when you realize you've been sleeping on the welcome tarp.

You start gathering your stuff and helped Chan with the huge tarp. The other officers are doing the same with the smaller college banners.

"Where will we be hanging them?" you ask.

"Oh, don't worry. Changbin and I got this big one. You can just come along and check if we've hung it straight or skewed later." Chan offers.

"Oh, but-"

"Don't worry, y/n. Leave it to us." Changbin cuts in, as he gently takes your other end of the rolled tarp.

You let Changbin and Chan do the work as you look around looking for Han. Last you checked, he was in the office, sorting files on his laptop according to the flow of events starting tomorrow.

"You're awake. Thank God." Leeknow dramatically sighs from behind you. You roll your eyes at the sound, feeling a bit more awake now, courtesy of your friend's annoying comment.

"Looking for Han?" Leeknow asks as he passes by, a box filled with flaglets in his arms.

You nod your answer as you feel your pockets for your phone.

"He was outside the office not too long ago. I think he went to the CEO to have the program checked." Leeknow offered.

"Thanks, Pres." you smile a bit sarcastically which Leeknow returns.

You turn on your phone and look for your favorite contact, messaging him an update on your whereabouts within the campus for your next tasks. You sit on the floor, waiting for your message to be noticed, but to no avail.

Feeling like Han is indeed busy, you follow the guys and everyone else as they file outside the office, the midnight wind making you all shiver a little bit, especially you who just got up from a nap.

On your way to the main gate to fulfill your tasks, you finally see Han with some hired lights-and-sounds folks, probably explaining the plan for the lights, speakers, and main sound system.

You wave at him to check up on him, but he was too immersed with whatever they were talking about, so you just shrug it off and jog after the two guys in front of you.

"Y/N, can you check if it's good?" Chan calls out from the ladder as he and Changbin positions the tarp before attaching it to the ropes that will hold it up on the gate.

You do your best to direct them so it won't look skewed, even going as far as assisting Changbin's ladder when it suddenly wobbled a bit because he was leaning back too much when he was checking the tarp as well.

When your task was done, you sit on one of the plant boxes, leaning on to the railings there, watching the your two friends bicker over who ties the rope first and who keeps the tarp level.

There's noise around you, but you're used to it. The noise is filled with life and laughter. Your fellow officers and other student volunteers chattering over their tasks and laughing at the most mundane things. It's one of the most normal things for you. One you feel you can't even live without.

With the cool wind caressing you over the noise, you find yourself feeling sleepy again, so you fight with yourself in order to stay awake.

You force yourself to sit straight, away from the railing. You even try pinching yourself awake, and even bargaining with your brain that you have to stay awake... but to no avail.

"Baby..." a voice pulls you from behind, getting closer.

"There you are," calls the voice again, this time, directly behind you.

As you continue to fight to stay awake, you feel warm arms trapping you in an embrace from behind, doing a good job in keeping a bit of the cold out.

"Baby, you're freezing." Han exclaims as he burries his face on the crook of your neck, still hugging you from behind.

His teasing voice finally does the job of jolting you awake.

"Hannie... where were you?" you ask, voice laced with a hint of sleepiness.

Han turned your around his arms so you are now face to face. He cups your cheeks with his hands, squishing them around, making funny faces with you while his eyes are lit with adoration.

"I had to direct where the lights and speakers will be staying. I would've asked you to come with me earlier, but I saw you fast asleep on the floor beside me." he explains, hands still on your cheeks.

"So your bag..."

"Yeah, I used my bag to turn it into your own pillow because you were literally just sprawled on the floor, my love." He teases. He ruffles your hair a little bit, while his arm drapes around your shoulder.

"Oi! There you are." Chan calls out as he and Changbin approaches. Just as they were nearing you and Han, a loud snap echoed throughout the area, and the flapping sound of the banner falling came next.

"Oh shit." Han curses suddenly, all while suppressing a snort of a laugh.

"I TOLD YOU THE ROPE WASN'T STRONG ENOUGH!" Chan and Changbin say in unison, pointing at each other, daring each person to get the blame.

"Hannie, I gotta break those two off." You laugh, as you try to brush your boyfriend off. He laughs with you, but makes his hold tighter, as he maneuvers you closer to where dumb and dumber were having a debate on who's to blame with the tarp.

"Let's just put it back. Maybe find a thicker rope." You suggest, as you start to pick one corner of the tarp.

Han then stops you, grabbing the tarp instead.

"You go find a place to sit, baby. I'll handle this. And these fools." he winks, eliciting a giggle from you.

You did as you were told, giving in to the fact that you are indeed getting sleepier again, and the ladder may be high, but your height won't still be enough if you dare assist with the replacing of the huge banner.

Han then starts joking with the other two as they help one another in putting back the tarp, making sure it's extra secure this time. You on the other hand, find a spot under one of the big trees lining up the fence that runs along the gate.

As soon as your back hits the trunk, you feel your eyelid getting heavier. So, you decide to get a bit of shuteye while the boys worked.

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Slowly, you feel yourself get gently shaken awake... and somehow, you feel like floating.

Your eyes flutter open, and then you realize, you are being tickled awake by a bunch of curly hairs on the back of a familiar head. A comforting familiar scent of flowers and coconuts wafting to your nose along with the scent of wet grass caused by fog and dew.

Han was humming along, as he carried you piggyback, unaware that you're already awake.

"Baby..." you whisper in his ear, trying to nuzzle closer to him if that's even possible... trying to make yourself feel warmer despite already wearing his windbreaker over your own sweater this time around.

"Shhh, relax baby. I'm taking you home. You fell asleep while we were going spiderman on the gate." Han jokes, tugging your lips into a smile.

Apparently, Han took the shortcut in the park from your campus to the apartment complex you both stay in. It was an 8 minute walk. "Even if home is miles away?" you follow up. Home is literally miles away from where you're both studying.

Han pauses dramatically in his steps, exaggerating a gasp. "Oh no. I'll be too tired by then!" He exclaims, making you giggle louder. Satisfied, he chuckles low, then resumes his walk.

"Well... home in the apartment, love." He says, stroking your thigh from where his hold was while carrying you.

You tap him on the shoulder, asking to be put down so you could walk beside him instead. He refuses.

"Eyyy, don't. We're almost there anyway." He tsks as the complex takes form in sight.

"You could've just woken me up." You tell him, smacking him gently on the chest from where your arms crossed to hold on to him.

"And wake you from your beauty sleep? No chance." He scoffs.

You reach your complex, and it was only then that he brings you down, just to immediately intertwine your hands together as you took the elevator to your floor. Comfortable and sleepy silence enveloping you both as you started going up.

When you reach your door, Han, being the gentleman that he is, walks in front of you. He punches your lock number and goes in before you do. A routine you've both been doing ever since you moved in to the same complex together.

He turns on your lights and sets down your stuff on your counter. Moving as quietly and swiftly as he could, he moves to your bathroom and prepares a hot bath.

You can't help but sigh as he does his usual stuff. Even after three years of being together, you still get butterflies everytime Han shows you his different love languages with you.

You silently move towards the bathroom, and he points to the sink. Here, he lets you do your skincare while he continues to check on the tub, making sure the temp and bubbles are just right.

"Let me see my baby." He coos once you finished cleaning your face. He gently takes your face in his hands, observing you with love eyes which makes you blush involuntarily.

"Perfect." He says, planting a sudden kiss on your nose.

"Your bath's okay. I'll leave you now. I'll wait for you on the sofa." He says, before stepping out.

"Thanks. You're the best." you hurry and he winks before closing the door.

You take your time with your bath, of course after working for a whole day both in the student center and campus field.

When you were done and changed with pajamas that Han managed to prepare for you, you step out of the bathroom, calling his name.

"Hannie I'm done, you can-" you stop in your tracks when you reach him in the sofa.

Han was already fast asleep while sitting on one end of the sofa. His mouth slightly open due to the hand he used to lean himself on to the arm of the sofa.

You coo at the sight, but you move to grab throw cushions and a blanket for Han. He's just as tired as you are, maybe even more, since he carried you home on his back, so you gently move him with effort so he could lie comfortably instead.

Before you tucked him in, you lean to give him a goodnight kiss on the forehead. But then, he suddenly tackles you so you land on top of him.

"I thought you were asleep!" you whisper shout, trying to wriggle free from his embrace, eyes still closed. He then starts to attack you with tickles on your sides, making you squirm in a fit of giggles.

"I was. But baby, you didn't have to tuck me in. That's my job. Besides, I was just getting shuteye while waiting for you."

You turn to face him, reaching out to pinch his cheek.

"Shuteye? Hannie, you were practically snoring and almost drooling on my sofa." You tease, with which he pretends to be offended.

"I was not!" He gasps, making you laugh for the nth time today.

You both share laughs, and after a few beats of silence, he scoots lower into the sofa to make you the big spoon.

"I'll take a nap for a bit my love. Then I'll go back to mine." He whispers, as he cuddles close to you, inhaling your scent fresh from the bath he prepared specially for you.

"Sure baby. Don't sleep on me." you tease him, knowing damn well that he'll end up sleeping in your place anyway, while he replies with a smirk.

Gently, you start to comb through his locks with your fingers, lulling him to sleep, as you felt his embrace on your middle gradually begin to loosen.

When you were sure he was asleep, you give him a long, lingering kiss on the crown of his head, and you whisper:

"I love you, Han Jisung."

as sincerely as you can, like you always do.

You feel him smile in his sleep against your chest, and that was enough to convince you to fall back to sleep that night again.

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Had fun writing this. Idk but I really really saw this in my head. LeeKnow as council president sounds "WHAT?!"

Also, Han working hard with the tech for the event feels so HIM somehow🥹✊🏻

Anyways, I hope y'all liked it! And as always, please like and reblogso other people could see my works too🥹🩷

Lablab!

[wishingyouback]

Clear Your Mind, H. Jisung.

synopsis: you're in a slump, and your boyfriend is there to help ease your mind even if you think takeout and movies aren't the perfect solution to a complete dead-end of ideas.

pairing: boyfriend!han jisung & reader

warning(s): none

You don’t know how it starts, but you do know how it ends.

“This is so cliche.” You hit the backspace button without a second thought, clearing the digital sheet of paper just to see a blank page all over again. A blank canvas to an artist, a field of imagination where your creativity holds no limits, to some. To you, all you see is your reflection when your laptop shuts down and mocks you of how irritable you find the situation to be.

You had one assignment.

All that you were required to do was to come up with an original story. An independent piece of your own with your own idea to present it, whether it be in the form of media, theater – your teacher was lenient when it came to the creativity of her students. You chose to stick to writing. It was easy, it was simple (no it isn’t). But the only reason you thought it was, was because writing always came natural to you.

It was like singing a song you memorized the words to or finding your favorite ice cream flavor and consistently sticking to it. Writing was a getaway for you. A gift, and a privilege that you cherished.

Which is why when you can’t seem to move past six words, you grow frustrated. You had to find something – inspiration to spark an idea of some sort. Maybe even staring at the gardeners outside your flat would do something.

Before you can move from your desk to the window by your bed, there’s a knock to a beat only one person could think of, and without you realizing it, your tense muscles relax at the thought of him alone.

“Hi,” you breathe out. Jisung doesn’t get to say anything when you slump your body onto him, relaxing your body weight for him to carry, which he does effortlessly. Your breathing slows to a normal pace and when Jisung remembers your text from earlier, he sets his things down carefully to hold you tighter.

‘Hey you,” he almost whispers into your ear when you hide your face in his neck. While Jisung is a naturally sensitive person, he doesn’t flinch when he feels your hair on the nape of his neck. He finds comfort in the way you can come to him for anything, good or bad, he likes being your person.

“I hate today.” You mutter into his shirt when you pull away, earning a laugh out of your boyfriend, “I’m serious. I couldn’t get more than twelve words out of my head and when I managed to write something, I scrapped it.”

“Why’d you do that?” Jisung frowns, thinking that even if a draft wouldn’t be up to expectation, it would be a way to get ideas too.

“Stop, I know what you’re thinking,” The both of you work in a clear rhythm, letting him set the food that he ordered down on the table first so the both of you can dig into it together. “I should’ve at least saved one draft regardless, right?”

When you look up from your unpacked takeaway, you see Jisung giving you a soft smile, a knowing look, then a nod.

“I didn’t think any of my drafts were good enough. At least on the level I want it to be.” You confide solemnly to Jisung. Though the both of you studied different fields, to a certain level, the advantage of Jisung being under the music department was that there were parallels to certain parts of your degree with his.

The one parallel you both have in common right now is that you needed inspiration, and Jisung knew how to deal with that. How to deal with slumps and drainage of energy when all you need to be doing is writing, producing or working until the product you’ve worked so hard for is up to par. But Jisung has also learnt to not set such high expectations on himself when he’s working himself down to the bone on most days. Most days you have to be the one to pull him out, and that wasn’t healthy, he was aware but it’s improved these days.

This time it’s his turn to pamper you and he’ll gladly take the chance to boost your mood whilst simultaneously trying to give you more inspiration for your paper.

“C’mon, we’re watching a movie.” Jisung drags you to your living room, carefully guiding you to sit on your sofa before comically skipping to your shelf of DVDs you have. “Now, what’s your choice of movie tonight, m’lady?” Jisung fakes a British accent, one that creates a giggle from you.

“Ji,” You laugh as you cover your mouth. “What’re you doing?”

“What do you mean?” He refers to the shelves of discs behind him, knowing how you have them arranged by the color and the width of their covers. “I’m helping my girl get her groove back by helping her relax.” He smiles.

When all you do is shake your head with a growing smile on your face, Jisung can’t help mirror it.

“Whenever I’m burnt out I think about things outside of my work or whatever it is I need to do, and I think that might help you as well, babe.” He slips out two random discs from behind him before walking up to you to present the two choices he’s picked.

He takes a quick glance at the two titles, “Alright, looks like we might either be watching Hercules or The Terminator — which I did not know you had a disc of, by the way.” He laughs as he waits for you to say something.

“You’re unbelievably charming, you know that?” You can’t help but laugh one more time as you point to the Disney film in his left hand. “Hercules, please.”

“So I’ve been told,” He winks. “Hercules it is for the lovely lady.”

Once Jisung’s settled in next to you on the couch with his legs propped up on the letterman you have sitting across the sofa and your legs curled up so your knees are resting on his thigh, you can't help but steal a glance at your loving boyfriend. The man who stole your heart, who was currently doing his best to do whatever he could to lift the worry off your shoulders and to help you get back to your work with a clearer head and a fresh set of ideas.

When Jisung hits the play button after adjusting the volume, he pokes your cheek then turns to look at you.

“I can feel you staring baby, what’s up?” He curiously asks as his eyes scan your face.

You nearly melt at the use of petname, knowing that no matter how often you hear it, it'll always make you feel all tingly and loved by the man you call yours.

You shrug playfully and lean in closer to him.

“Just love when you're with me.” You confess, almost feeling the way Jisung smiles widely without having to look up at him.

The opening to the film is starting to play, and you're gradually feeling yourself slip into the world of the animation and remembering just how much you adore this film when you feel Jisung kiss the top of your head, an action that's common from him.

“I love being with you, ___." He whispers and soon, the both of you are eating the takeaway and enjoying your evening impromptu dinner-slash-movie date together.

author's note.

oh writing how i've missed you SO!

thank you thank you thank you to those that have been liking, reblogging and patiently waiting for something new to be released. this imagine is fairly short and i did have ideas to make it longer but i might make a part 2 and have it just be a mini series of things jisung does to help you boost inspiration, but! overall i hope if you've read this far that you enjoyed this imagine and that it was up to expectation <3

my writing might be a little rusty as it's been a while, i apologise if there are any grammar mistakes, i'll fix those asap!!

signing off with all my love, saturn ☆

[tokkibbang00]

BACKBURNER - HAN JISUNG (1)

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS, DO NOT INTERACT. UNEDITED.

synopsis: It's no secret to anyone with eyes that the two of you had something special. But sometimes, special isn't just enough. You think you can stay away and prevent yourself from further falling for Han Jisung. Clearly, you were wrong. No matter how much you try to walk away, he always comes back after you— always comes back to you. inspired by Niki's Backburner.

rating: (n)sfw

pairing: idol!jisung x idol!afab reader, ??? x idol!afab reader

genre: slight angst, hints of fluff (ig), idol!au, mutual pining.

warnings: cursing, slightly suggestive, jisung is kind of stupid and is a red flag 😭, kind of dialogue heavy.

word count: 3051

date posted: 07-07-23

It feels like fate was testing your patience, and the test comes in the form and name called: Han Jisung.

Comeback season was over and you were drinking with your bandmates in the dorm to celebrate. A few cans of beer were scattered on the table alongside bags of potato chips and cups of ramyeon. You were enjoying the quiet night, while your youngest was out with her friends in a PC Room near your place and the two Japanese members were tasked to buy more alcohol downstairs after 3 games of rock, paper, scissors.

Everything was going well, until someone started calling you in the middle of your small celebration.

It's been almost 20 minutes and your phone has been buzzing non-stop on the table. Yunjin and Chaewon stared at the moving object with you; you didn't want to answer it despite the annoying buzzing it's making.

“Are you sure you don't want to answer that?” Chaewon asked, pulling her legs up to her chest as she leaned back on her chair.

You shook your head at her, finishing your beer and placing the empty can back down. You looked back at your phone, seeing he was still calling you.

“What are the both of you and Jisung anyways? It's been like this ever since who the fuck knows when,” Yunjin stated, concern in her tone as she sees you zoning out on the object in front of you.

You were obviously tired of this.

You and Jisung have a complicated relationship.

The both of you go way back since you were trainees in JYP. You ended up moving to Source Music a few years later and debuted under Le Sserafim, while he debuted under Stray Kids.

You've been friends with him for 8 years now.

At some point, the both of you were closer than others.

You'd attend their concerts and be the one who waits for him backstage afterwards, congratulating the group. He'd be the one sending you snacks or taking you out to meals during his free time whenever you were too busy to even eat.

When he's out on tour overseas, he'd never forget to get you souvenirs that remind him of you. He would message or call you in the middle of the night just to show you random things he'd encountered throughout his travels.

The both of you had your secret rendezvous near Han River when the nights were quiet. Catching up in life or ranting whatever it was bothering you that day.

It was inevitable that you would fall for him at some point.

You mustered up all the courage that you can get and tried confessing to him a few years ago. He reciprocated your feelings, but it was all complicated due to their dating ban and you were just a trainee.

The both of you decided to stay friends after that. Everything stayed the same. As if you were back to square one.

He and the guys congratulated you when you debuted. They've been in the industry for four years and you finally got to be with them. Jisung's dating ban has been lifted and your company was freer than most.

Maybe you got your hopes up. But even then, nothing has changed.

You and Jisung were at a standstill.

Ever since a year ago, you thought it'd be different. Your lingering feelings towards him were growing and it aches you that you can never really call him yours. You have no right to be jealous whenever you'd see him flirting with other idols backstage. You have no right to prevent him from dating other people.

It's been different with him. As if he forgot your confession and his own from a few years ago altogether.

This time, you swore to yourself you'd distance yourself from him; prevent yourself from developing any further feelings.

But in the end, he'd always run back to you.

It feels like he's been keeping you within his reach, but never keeping you at all.

You got your phone, declining the call and turning it off.

“We're human beings, that's what we are.” You sighed, throwing your phone towards the couch.

Yunjin rolled her eyes at your response, “No shit, you guys are. What are you planning to do now?”

You shrugged at her, popping a chip in your mouth. Internally, you were struggling on keeping yourself at bay and not succumb to the temptation of answering or checking your phone.

Your two members couldn't help but just look after you through the night.

“Congrats on the new comeback bubs! I'm sorry I wasn't here to celebrate with you.”

You can't help but smile as you hear Chan's voice on the other end of the line.

“Don't apologize! I'm glad that the tour was a success.”

You can feel him smiling with how upbeat his voice was when he thanked you.

“I got something for you, of course. We should make-up for the celebration sometime soon. By the way— Sungie has been moping since yesterday when we came back from the airport. What happened?”

You nibbled on your lower lip, leaning back on the chair and staring at the studio's ceiling. It's almost 11:00 p.m and you were at the company's studio working before Chan called you.

You purposely did not answer Jisung's calls last night. Besides the fact that you were celebrating with the girls, you know he'd invite you back at their dorms and you'd easily give in and go to him immediately.

You doubt he'd be sulking because of you.

“I don't know, I didn't answer his calls last night because I was busy with the girls. I texted him right after though.” You said, your tone unsure.

On the other end of the line, Chan was in his company's studio too. Instead of finally taking a break before their comeback, he was doing last minute polishes to their songs. He took a break to call you and check up on you. The topic of Jisung wasn't the reason why he called you anyways.

He just really missed you.

Chan nodded even though he knew you couldn't see him. He knew what's been happening between you and Jisung but he never interfered, it was something the both of you had to deal with yourselves and he'd only act on it if he sees that something needs to be done.

He hummed, saving his files and closing his laptop. “He'd get over it, he's a big guy now. Tell me if I need to knock some sense into him— I mean that as gently as I can though.”

You chuckle at him, you knew he was always soft and gentle towards the guys. But his words would really kick you into your senses when he tries.

“Don't worry Chris, I got this. You should try resting, you just came back from tour and you're working again.”

“I'll be fine, I'm packing up anyways.”

“Mhm, good.”

A few seconds of comfortable silence passes through the line until you hear him zipping up his bag. “I'll text you when I get back at the dorms, okay? See ya Y/N~” He said cutely.

You can't help but smile as you said your goodbyes to him and then dropping the call.

“Has Y/N finally came to her senses and broken up with you?”

Hyunjin teased the man who was pacing around his small studio. He was finishing the painting he left before they went to do the last leg of their tour.

Although he was finding the man's distress slightly amusing, the squeaking from the wooden floor— not so much. Hyunjin's eyebrows furrowed as he took one of his unused paintbrushes and threw it at Jisung, hitting him on the back of his head.

“Ow! What was that for!?” Jisung complained, phone on one hand as the other rubbed the spot where the pointed end of the paintbrush hit him.

“Sit the fuck down and give me back my paintbrush. The floor is as creaky as it is. You're ruining the peace in here.”

Hyunjin went back to his painting as Jisung followed his orders and huffed, looking at his phone screen.

The last thing you messaged him was for him to go and rest. He hasn't heard from you ever since a few days ago when they came back. He was so used to you just being, you know, there. You were always by his side and so was he to yours.

Ever since they left for the final stops of their tour, you've been distant. Jisung noticed that.

“We were never together in the first place, Hyun.” He mumbled under his breath, closing his phone and placing it in his pocket.

“Oh, I know.” Hyunjin snickered at him, stopping for a while and turning to the man seated near him. “You know— If you don't do anything about it, they're going to get tired of whatever's going on between the both of you eventually.”

“I feel like that's far from happening?” Jisung replied, unsure.

Hyunjin rolls his eyes at the level of stupidity he was showing. He can't help but hit him with his paintbrush once more, earning another groan from the boy.

You have been Hyunjin's friend for as long as Jisung has. It's no secret that you two had a connection of some sort. He saw what the both of you had— you couldn't just stay away from one another.

There are times where his blood would boil just because he's a witness on how Jisung would treat you. He goes around getting caught in dating rumors and actually dating other people when the both of you had something going on.

His friend was a red flag, or maybe just oblivious. But he could never really understand what goes on in Jisung's head.

The fact that you have been distant from him these days is basically a neon sign flashing in front of everyone's eyes already.

The boys already noticed it since a year ago. Hyunjin can't believe that it took so long for Jisung to even did.

“God, you're so stupid.” Hyunjin says before turning back to his painting. “Why can't you just fight for her? Ever since the both of you confessed to each other 3 years ago, everyone thought you're gonna get together.”

“We had a dating ban and she was still training.”

“Then why did you continue to see other people except for her? Why didn't you just wait for her?”

“She deserves someone better than me.”

“I'm glad you know it too, Sherlock. But that's not a good enough reason for you to constantly keep her just in arm's reach. You could've just been clear to her from the start.”

Jisung knew he was continuously fucking up.

He was scared of losing you.

He was content in what you guys had. The both of you were constantly there for each other and were supporting one another. He was scared of losing his support system and his best friend.

He's stupid, but not that stupid.

He knows that what you guys have will eventually end. Maybe it's wishful thinking to even hope that it wouldn't. Jisung thinks this isn't going to end badly nor would it end so soon.

He knows you— Right?

He never really thought of it that far. But the idea of losing you sends his heart plummeting down to his stomach.

Jisung shrugged off Hyunjin's statement. “Whatever, let's talk about this next time. I'll try to call her again. I'll be in my room if you need me.”

Hyunjin hums a reply, eyes concentrated on the canvas.

He stood up from the chair, fingers brushing his hair as he started walking towards the door. Before he walked out of the studio, Hyunjin calls his attention once again.

“If it's not your stupidity that ends the both of you. Someone else might. Don't regret it when the time comes.”

It's been a week since the boys came back to South Korea. They finally have a few weeks off for themselves before they start preparing for their comeback again.

You pulled up your facemask up to your nose bridge and fixed your beanie as you looked around your surroundings. You were seating on a blanket you've laid out near Han River. It's past midnight and there were still a few people walking around the main trail, either going home or were hanging out with friends and lovers.

You sighed out, warming your hands and placing them inside your hoodie pockets. You had to be careful. If anyone were to recognize you, you'd be in great trouble. You didn't want to get into a rumor early on your career.

Most especially, not with Jisung.

You clearly haven't learned your lesson since you agreed on meeting up with him tonight.

He called you up last week, saying that he missed you and he wanted to give you a present. It took a lot of convincing for you to agree and go here.

You'd like to think you're just here for the souvenir he got you. But you know to yourself that's not true.

You were tucked away on the further side of the park to ensure that no one would be suspicious of you. The only people who sat around you were a couple who was stargazing and a guy who decided to take a break from walking his dog.

“Sorry to keep you waiting, I got you beer though!”

You felt your heart skip a beat as you hear his familiar voice behind you. His hand touching your shoulder as he sat beside you.

You raised an eyebrow at him, “How did you know it was me? Maybe I was just some random stranger. Poor you would be so embarrassed.” You teased him, getting the can of beer from his hands.

He lowered his facemask for a quick second just to stick his tongue out at you before pulling it back up again.

“You always wear the same bunny beanie every time we're here. How could I not recognize you?”

You thank the heavens that it was dark out and you had your facemask on. You couldn't help but feel your cheeks heat up.

Note to self, wear Zuha's cap next time.

Time always felt like it slowed down when it was just the two of you. Whether it was here, in your dorms, or out in your favorite places. The two of you looked like you came straight out of a movie.

He cozied himself to your side, legs stretched out on the blanket while he leans on his right hand which he placed on the ground behind you.

You guys eventually fell into random conversation. Talking about his tour and a bunch of new animes that you've been planning to watch. After a while, Jisung placed the empty can of beer beside him and decided to finally address what's been bothering him the past week.

“So, how are you? I haven't heard from you since I came back.”

Jisung tried to played it off nonchalantly, even though he feels like he's going to barf his heart out soon. He was nervous finally seeing you again, after what feels like months of not. He knows you've changed, but that isn't going to stop him from getting closer to you.

You hummed in response, finishing the can of beer he gave you. “So-so. We got busy promoting our comeback. Sorry for the other night, really. The dorm girls wanted time together.”

“It's fine, I understand.” He said, “Congrats on the comeback, by the way.”

He glanced at you.

You were looking out towards the river. The lights from the bridge and park reflected down on the water and the soft wind was blowing your hair out of your face.

You look beautiful in his eyes.

In reality, you were looking out because you were trying to avoid his gaze.

“Thanks, Chan told me we should go out and celebrate some time soon.”

“And I agree with whatever hyung says.”

You groaned, “Yeah, but I'm too lazy these days.”

“But you're going to be hanging out with us! I'm sure you missed me a lot.” He teased.

You scoffed, even if you knew he was right. “Sure. Whatever floats your boat, Han.”

You leaned back, his arm acting as a back rest. You looked at him, finally locking your eyes with his. Your faces were inches away from each other. You want to look away but you can't, his eyes reeled you in.

He always had that effect on you.

Jisung can't help but bring up his hand to your cheek, thumb grazing softly on your skin before his fingers gently tangle themselves into your hair.

“Sung... What are you doing?” You whispered. Your hand slowly wrapping around his wrist.

Your ears were ringing and your head was going numb.

This has never happened to the both of you. No matter how close you guys were, Jisung always avoided any further intimacy other than a hug or a cuddle.

His mouth was slightly parted, while his eyes were focused on your lips. He didn't know what to say.

What would it feel like to have your lips on his, was the only thought that ran through Jisung's mind at that moment. His heart was beating faster as knots form in his stomach. He inhaled, smelling your perfume that he absolutely adored.

He can't help but close his eyes.

He usually had control over his feelings, but tonight was different. The past month has been different.

Maybe it's the alcohol or maybe it's just you.

He slowly leaned in, your foreheads touching and noses nudging. Your upper lip grazing the other's, feeling each shallow breath they were taking. He can feel your eyelashes softly brush his cheek.

You sighed.

“We can't.”

Jisung's eyes immediately shot open as you pulled away, inching away from him as you pulled up your mask.

He was confused. He knew you liked him, and he liked you too. At some point this was going to happen.

What he failed to realize was that, your mind immediately doubted his intentions. Reminding you how he still dated other people and practically forgot about both of your confessions, as if he didn't confess that he had feelings for you.

“Y/N. What do you mean?”

You immediately stood up, getting your things. Slinging your backpack over your shoulder, “I have to go.”

Tears threatened to spill out your eyes as you turned away from him.

You should be happy, but you weren't.

Before Jisung had the chance to stop you, you were already walking away from him. Leaving him standing there with thoughts plaguing his head and his gift still sitting inside his bag.

NOTE: Characters presented do not represent anyone mentioned in the story. This is a work of fiction and is not real.

a/n: i finally got into posting this— i've been busy these days. so, i'm sorry for the inactiveness. how was comeback season for you guys? (being a multi was hard during may to june, july is looking pretty sus too 👁👁)

[soobnny]

instead of sorry, i love you — han jisung. established relationship. making up after a fight. inspired by that jisung voice message (0.7k words)

Han Jisung is like draped curtains, falling flat and leaning his back against the wooden door of your shared room.

He’s been like this for an hour, after having made the mistake of ignoring you for the entirety of the afternoon. It’s because he doesn’t like taking his anger out on you, doesn’t want you to bear the weight he carries with him.

There’s a recollection of his past relationship buried in the deepest part of his brain—the screaming, the yelling, and words you can never take back once spoken.

Jisung has made a silent promise to himself to never let that happen with you. So, when he came home that afternoon, he had hid himself in the same room you’re locked into.

He knows you’re only worried, knocking on the door because you’ve always been willing to carry some of the weight with him. It’s been uttered multiple times, yet it refuses to latch into his head.

It’s hard when all he has ever known was never to burden anyone with his feelings.

“Angel?” Jisung calls out again, knees pressed against his chest as he waits for anything. A single mumble, but nothing comes.

He supposes he deserves the same treatment he had given you prior. Though, he can hear quiet sniffling. And if you don’t stop, he thinks he might cry too.

Another apology dies down before he can utter them. You know he’s sorry, has told you a million times.

“Instead of apologizing again, I’ll say I love you.” His voice is eminently softer. “Thank you for worrying about me, I love you.”

There’s shuffling from behind the door. You’re closer now.

“Really, thank you. I love you.” Jisung croaks out, head falling on his knees. Then it’s that inevitable twitch in his heart when he’s done something he regrets. He doesn’t ever want to be the cause of your tears.

“I love you so much.” His voice is still soft. “I love you immensely and endlessly and completely.”

You almost cry at the sincerity dripping down his tone, at the way his voice cracks sometimes, at the way he’s trying to conceal his own pain.

“I love you so much. I really love you.” Jisung pauses, fiddling with the bracelet you gave him on his birthday a year ago. “I love you the most in the world.”

The door opens, and he almost falls back.

“Ji…” Your face is still wet, yet your boyfriend is quick to get up, taking the back of your head and pushing your forehead to his lips.

“I’m sorry, angel.” A hand drops from your face, pulling your waist closer so he can embrace you properly. “There’s still so much I need to learn about my emotions, but I know I shouldn’t have ignored you.”

There’s snot on his shirt as another sob erupts from your throat, but he shows no signs of pulling away. Instead, Jisung runs a hand through your hair, smoothening it down as he keeps his lips on your forehead.

“Don’t ignore me again.” You take long breaths, looking up at the boy who takes your face in his hands.

“I won’t, I’m sorry. I love you.” He pushes his hands together so your cheek’s are a little smushed, lips poking out in a kiss. “Forgive me?”

“Okay.” He leans down, lips laced with sweetness as he places a soft peck on your lips.

“I completely, madly, love you.”

“Love you too.” Jisung places his lips on yours again when you respond to him. Your face is still red and warm from sobbing, but he wastes no time in littering it with gentle kisses.

There’s still so much Jisung needs to learn, but he’s more than willing to compromise with himself. He’ll do whatever it takes to grow, to better himself, so he never has to lose you.

He’ll start with ice cream and a night-long embrace to make it up to you.

[quokkacore]

kyoto [h.js]

summary: a few months after you and jisung break up, your friends rope you into going on vacation. the only issue? they forgot to mention they invited your ex-boyfriend too. (part two of the punisher anthology series)

pairing: ex-boyfriend!jisung x reader

warnings: infidelity, toxic friendships, skz (and twice, girlies im SO sorry) are huge assholes here srry :(, peer pressure, emotional manipulation, codependency, language, hurt no comfort, reader has low self-esteem, covid era, “good for her” ending, exes-to-strangers, maybe ignore the fact that japanese borders have been closed irl?, jisung at one point thinks the reader is going to hit him, suggestive content, making out

word count: a little over 6k

listen to the song here, or here for maximum devastation

a/n: this song is actually about phoebe’s relationship with her dad—but when i first heard it i misunderstood and thought it was about an ex-partner. regardless, here’s what i came up for with jisung. that being said, i do not believe the irl skz or twice would act this way and i certainly don’t condone the way jisung, skz, or twice act here.

main masterlist

june 24th, 2021

day off in kyoto

got bored at the temple

looked around at the 7/11

"Hey, come on, there's a lot of stuff we haven't seen yet, where are you going?" Jisung ran after you, eyes wide as he leaned towards you.

"I'm going back to the hotel," You mumbled, stepping out onto the street, "I'm not feeling very well. I think... the onigiri we got made me sick."

Jisung looked down, before smiling through his mask. You could see it through the way his eyes crinkled and the tops of his cheeks puffed up. "Come on, I'll help you get back! I'll buy you something from that corner store over there, they probably have stomach medication."

You resisted the urge to groan. You didn't want to miss out on the wonder that was Kiyomizu-dera, a temple over 1300 years old (and a UNESCO world heritage sight, thank you very much), but having to be followed around by the ex-boyfriend you hadn't seen in months up until two days ago was… not what you’d imagined.

Even worse when it was very clear to you that you weren't over him, and he wasn't over you. Made very evident by how nice he was being to you.

Seeing him at the airport, with his travel pillow and packed suitcase, tumbled your stomach so badly that you almost ended up making use of those barf bags they had on the plane once you were on the flight a few hours later.

"What is he doing here?" You hissed quietly at Dahyun, who had driven here with you. She continued walking towards the group, and shrugged as she flashed you a quizzical look. As if the topic were about a close friend. Not the ex-boyfriend you'd spent months crying over because he'd cheated on you.

"Oh, Minho invited him," She answered, "Just chill. It'll be fine."

"Dahyun, I don't think I can do this," You mumbled, shaking your head. You could feel your heartbeat picking up, your voice turning watery. She stopped a few feet away from them. Her smile disappeared, replaced with a warm, comforting gaze.

"You'll be fine, okay? We just want what's best for you," She explained, adjusting her face mask, "You have your friends here with you, Y/N. It'll be okay, trust me."

the band took the speed train

went to the arcade

i wanted to go, but i didn't 

Some friends they’re turning out to be, you thought as you trailed behind Jisung into the konbini. You had initially insisted on staying far, far away from him. That proved to be very difficult once you'd landed in Kyoto. 

It started on the bus ride to the hotel. There was no airport in Kyoto. No, the closest one was Osaka International, which was just about an hour away from the city via bus. A tired, cuddly Jisung sat himself right next to you.

“I’m so jetlagged,” He said, pulling his face mask up when he yawned. You avoided pointing out that the flight lasted less than two hours. When the bus began to move, he started to lean his head toward your shoulder. “That crying baby on the plane drove me nuts, can I maybe—”

“No,” You snapped, leaning away from him. His face dropped, and he seemed to realize his mistake. The rest of the drive was agonizingly awkward, you stewing the entire time.

Your friends always conveniently left room to sit next to Jisung, rarely anywhere else. The first night at a restaurant, all of you crammed into a round booth. The idea of sitting next to the man who’d said he loved you and then promptly stuck his dick somewhere he definitely wouldn’t have if he was being honest gave you too much anxiety. So, instead of sitting on the left edge of the table, next to the man in question, you adamantly sat on the edge of the right, right next to Chaeyoung, where there was barely any room. 

And despite half of your ass hanging off of the seat the entire time, at least you got to avoid conversation with Jisung.

This morning, you’d awoken later to a text from Dahyun.

 we went to go check out namco. ik u didnt want to go so i didnt wake u up

The thing is that you did want to go to Namco Wonder Tower. You have no idea where she’d gotten the idea that you didn’t want to go, because you’d explicitly told her a few days ago. The idea of a seven story tall arcade sounded like one of the coolest things ever.

Y/N: i did want to go to namco tho??

Dahyun: oh. srry! jisung told me youd changed ur mind :(

Y/N: …..

Dahyun: srry :((

And so, you’d decided to go to breakfast at the hotel alone, and that later you’d go on your own to a place that no one in your group except for you was really interested in seeing: Kiyomizu-dera. 

Or at least, you had planned on going on your own. 

That was until...

you called me from a payphone 

they still got payphones

it cost a dollar a minute

dont answer: hey where are u going today? 

Y/N: what?

dont answer: hold on i’m gonna go to your room the roaming rates are crazy hahah

Oh no. Oh no, no, no—

A knock at the door made your blood boil and your heart splinter. You knew who was at the door, there was no pretending you hadn’t left. He knew you were likely still here. 

And besides. You couldn’t run from him forever. You’d have to face him eventually. 

You put down the laptop you’d been using to look for directions to the temple from the hotel, before getting up. When you opened the door, Jisung was standing there rocking back and forth from the balls of his feet to the tips of his toes. As if he hadn’t a care in the world, as if he wasn’t getting ready to face the person whose heart he’d torn out and stomped on months ago. 

“Hey,” He said, smiling once he saw you. 

“Hey.” Your tone held none of the affection or cheer his did. 

He picked up on this immediately, and his smile disappeared. “So… Can we talk?”

You looked him up and down, heaving a deep sigh. You had half a mind to slam the door in his face after what Dahyun had just told you. On the other hand, you could finally get some insight as to why. Why Jisung decided to do what he’d done. Why he’d decided to seek comfort in someone else.

Truthfully, the whole thing had done a number on your self esteem (as if it hadn’t been bad enough before this). It left you wondering why you couldn’t be enough.

You chewed on your lip nervously, before opening the door a bit wider. “...Five minutes. You get five minutes.”

to tell me you're getting sober 

and you wrote me a letter

but i don't have to read it

He nodded solemnly, and stepped into the room before you closed the door. “It… I’m a complete idiot. I don’t want to blame you,” He mumbled before continuing anyway, “But… you were so focused on finals, and the past year sitting at home had been so isolating, I… I just felt so alone, and I—”

“You cheated on me because you felt alone,” You scoffed, “Do… Do you hear yourself, Jisung?”

His eyes were dark with sadness. “You won’t even call me Sungie anymore,” He whispered.

“I called you Sungie when you were my boyfriend. You’re not my boyfriend anymore. You broke my heart, Jisung.”

He didn’t reply, staring at his lap in silence. You gnawed on your lip.

“How many times?” You said hoarsely. His head shot up, and he shook his head. 

“I don’t want to hurt y—”

You scoffed in a brief moment of strength. “Oh, now you don’t want to hurt me. That’s rich. I’m gonna ask again, Han Jisung, and you’re gonna tell me. I at least deserve that. How—many—times?”

Jisung’s eyes squeezed themselves shut, and he took a deep breath.” 

“Six times.”

You shot out of your seat. “Six times!?”

“It was a mistake!”

“Bullshit. It would have been a mistake once. Maybe. But six times? You’re—you're disgusting, Jisung. Really.”

“Let me make it up to you, Y/N.” He reached to grab your hand. You couldn’t find it in you to yank your hand out of his grip. “Let me take you around the city today. We’ll have fun, just like old times. Please, baby, let me do this for you. For us.”

Your eyes squeezed shut, and you let go of a sigh so deep it must have been locked away in a part of the body yet to be discovered by doctors. Your mind flashed images of him in your mind.

The smile on his face after your first kiss, on your fourth date. How he looked falling asleep in your lap. The way he’d look at you when the two of you were naked, cuddling in bed. And finally, of him on top of a girl you’d seen a few times around campus, in the bed the two of you had bought together, in your apartment.

You wanted him so bad. How your hands ached to turn back the hands of the clock, to be there for him, to be better. To smack some sense into him and to prove that he needed you just as much as you needed him. 

“...I don’t know.”

“Come on,” He insisted, “I-I’ll take you to…” His eyes darted back and forth nervously, thinking of something to say.

“Kiyomizu-dera,” Jisung declared finally, eyes widening and a smile gracing his face. “You’ve always wanted to go, I know you have. We can go there.”

You chewed on your lip, heart skipping a beat at how he managed to remember. “I was already planning on going there today,” You admitted with a soft laugh. His smile grew, seemingly proportional to how hopeful he was feeling.

“Perfect,” He murmured, “Let’s go now.”

You could do this, right?

i'm gonna kill you

if you don't beat me to it

dreaming through tokyo skies

You definitely couldn’t do this.

You almost choked on your tired sigh when you saw the car coming down the street, just as Jisung was beginning to cross.

“Jisung, look out!” You cried, pulling him back by the collar. He let out a strangled gasp as the car came barreling past, horn blaring. You pushed him gently towards the sidewalk, and shook your head, looking at him as if he had gone mad. He rubbed the front of his neck, having been choked by the fabric of his shirt.

“What were you thinking? That guy could have killed you!”

“I’m sorry!” He cried, cringing, “I’m still not used to them driving on different sides of the roads.”

You shook your head, “Jisung… Oh my god. My heart just fell out of my ass.”

He didn’t answer. The silence was tense, before you heard him awkwardly clear his throat. You could tell he was holding back a laugh. And despite your pounding heart, you found yourself holding back giggles as well. Soon enough, the both of you were cackling hysterically in the middle of the sidewalk, 

“You idiot,” You said, between gasps of breath, “I swear to god—”

“Yeah, but I’m your idiot, right?” He answered, with a muffled laugh. Your face froze, and he seemed to realize what he’d said. He took a deep breath, looking down at the floor and shuffling his feet awkwardly. 

i wanted to see the world

then i flew over the ocean

“I’m sorry.” He fiddled with the zipper of his black jacket, and you shook your head, but didn’t say anything.

The silence that permeated the space between the two of you left your ears ringing. You remembered when he used to say that, back when you were still together. 

You glanced at the road. All of the cars were now lining up in front of the crosswalk, and you cleared your throat. “We can cross now. Come on.”

When you were still together. 

then i changed my mind

december 17th, 2020 

The night you’d first declared your relationship over was just before winter break at your university was about to begin. Junior year was no walk in the park.  And finals week was definitely not a good time to be dealing with too many personal issues. 

So of course, you found out your boyfriend was cheating on you halfway through finals week of junior year.

You’d just gotten back from campus to your boyfriend’s apartment. It was cold, snow had been falling all day and the tip of your nose was still cold and a bit runny from walking through the winter air. It was nearing 11PM, you wanted to just lay in Jisung’s arms and that you didn’t have another killer exam the next day. Your entire morning had been spent going over your notes for one exam. Once you had taken that exam in the afternoon, it was off to studying for the exam the following day. 

Your eyes were heavy. Your head hurt with both the uncertainty of how you’d done on the test earlier and how tired you were. All you wanted was Jisung.

Instead, when you knocked on the door, Chan opened it. When he saw your face beneath your face mask, his eyes grew a bit wide—as if he didn’t know what to do now that you were here. In hindsight, you knew now why he looked so panicked. But at that moment, it didn’t really register. You just wanted to be let in to see your boyfriend.

“Oh. Y/N,” He mumbled, mouth pressed into a flat line, “Jisung didn’t… tell me you were coming.”

You shook your head, pulling your mask down. “I thought I’d surprise him, I guess. I brought some food in case he needed a little pick-me-up.”

He shook his head, glancing behind him at something in the corridor that led to the two bedrooms. “Uh… he’s sleeping, I think he’s pretty tired, maybe you should just head on home—”

A soft, distinctly feminine, moan burst through the air, muffled from distance and a wall. You raised an eyebrow, out of nowhere feeling anxious. 

“What was that?” You tried to look into the apartment, but Chan pressed his body between the door and the frame. He had an uneasy smile on his face, shaking his head quickly. Alarm bells were going off in your head.

“Oh, uh, Changbin has his girlfriend over. You know how he and Jooah get,” He mumbled with a soft chuckle.

Suddenly, you felt a lot more awake, and your heart sank. “Jooah’s visiting her mom in Busan. I spoke to her an hour ago. There’s no way she could get from Busan to Seoul so… oh my god.”

You pushed past Chan, ready to give Changbin a piece of your mind. Jooah didn’t deserve this. Chan followed after you, rambling quietly about how this isn’t a good idea and I wouldn’t do that if I were you, Y/N, really—

But as you approached the bedrooms, your stomach dropped when you realized that the soft grunts and moans weren’t coming from Changbin’s room, and the grunting didn’t really sound like Changbin at all. 

No, you thought, turning around towards Jisung’s room, he wouldn’t. He couldn’t, could he?

And when you pushed the door open, you had an egregious moment of epiphany. He could. He most definitely could.

sunset's been a freakshow on the weekend 

so i've been driving out to the suburbs

Of course, as every cheating son-of-a-bitch ex-boyfriend says, it wasn’t what it looked like. He could explain. The only feasible explanation you could come up with was that Jisung just so happened to slip and fall, and landed penis first into the girl’s vagina. 

And even then that still wouldn’t account for the fact that he had met her on Tinder of all places. You really couldn’t be angry with her, because once she realized what was happening, she turned pale and yelled, “He told me he was single!”

Which sort of pissed you off—some deep form of internalized misogyny wanted so badly to place all the blame on this nameless girl, for enticing a man who had a girlfriend. But if she hadn’t known, the only person squarely responsible was him.

Han Jisung.

The man currently scrambling to pull on some pants as you turned, wordlessly walking towards the door. You walked past Chan, who was dead silent and staring at the floor. Your vision was blurring, and you could feel your grip on the plastic takeout bag trembling. 

“Y/N, love, I’m sorry, listen to me, please! I’ve been with you so long, I don’t want to lose you now—” Jisung pleaded, running after you as you headed for the door. It’d been left wide open after you’d pushed past Chan, so you didn’t find any resistance until you felt someone grip your free wrist. Even though you were wearing a thick winter coat, the second you registered it as Jisung’s touch, the coldest temperature you’d ever felt seemed to sweep over your body.

When you turned to yank your wrist away, Jisung immediately stepped back, eyes wide in shock. You wondered what your face looked like, but you could never truly know. Back then, you could register it moving, contorting, but your body was so numb out of nowhere, you couldn’t feel to what degree. It seemed to be enough to shock him into silence, brows raised and mouth gaping.

You didn’t recognize your voice when you spoke. This odd mixture of despair, of rage, of bitterness came somewhere deep within your subconscious, to the point where some nights you wondered if you’d been possessed. The strangest thing was that while your voice was small, shaky and almost monotone, all of these emotions were somehow still palpable in the last words you spoke to him, before walking out the door, and not seeing him for six months.

“All I ever did was love you,” You told him, “And this is the thanks I get.”

You didn’t block his number. Looking back, you should have. Despite all of his texts and calls, he didn’t come to see you. You supposed he was also tied up with finals and everything else. 

sungie<3: baby please

sungie<3: i love you please pick uo

han jisung: i swear i can explain

han jisung: its not what it looke d like i promise

han jisung: plaese come back

dont answer: ill wait for you. you love me right?

dont answer: y/n please

By the time finals were over you were a bleary mess. You spent every night the rest of that week crying over your class notes, staying up and running on barely any sleep and way too many coffee cups and energy drinks to be safe.

And by the time finals were over, you were already on your way back home, far, far away from Jisung. Right before you boarded your flight home, you texted him once.

Y/N: we’re done. don’t text me ever again.

to park at the goodwill and stare at the chemtrails

with my little brother

december 23rd, 2020

“So, he just… cheated on you?” Your younger brother asked, sitting on the porch next to you. Heaving a sigh, you nodded. 

“I’m done with him. I don’t ever want to speak to him again.”

He frowned, before looking at you. “You guys really loved each other, though.”

You nodded, but then shook your head. Yes, you wanted him to hold you and tell you everything would be alright. But you knew that it never would be again. 

“That’s sort of true. If he really loved me he wouldn’t have cheated on me. And even if he managed to convince me that he did… I don’t know. I could never trust him again. I would get paranoid every time he talks to another girl. I don’t want to live like that.”  

He didn’t say anything. You didn’t really expect him to fully understand. He was still a teenager and hadn’t really gone through the whole relationship thing completely yet. 

he said you called on his birthday 

you were off by like ten days

but you get a few points for trying 

“He still talks to me sometimes.”

You froze. “What?”

“Yeah,” He answered, “He called me last week to tell me happy birthday.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Your birthday isn’t for another week.”

He nodded, then shrugged. “Thought that counts, I guess. But he was cool. He was funny.”

Frowning, you shook your head. “Well, don’t… talk to him. He’s a dick.”

“Maybe, but I had a good drive learning to drive with him.” 

You thought back to the time Jisung had helped you teach your little brother to drive—Jisung even let your brother use your dad’s old truck, after helping to fix it.

With a scoff, you looked down. “...It was pretty fun, wasn’t it.”

remember getting the truck fixed when you let us drive it

25 felt like flying

july 29th, 2019

“OH-kay,” Jisung exclaimed from the backseat, body lurching forward as your brother slammed on the breaks, “Maybe we should practice breaking a little bit more before you actually head out onto the road.”

You chuckled, before nodding. “You’re lucky this is just an empty parking lot,” You said, looking at your brother. He looked like such a kid, pimply and scraggly, and here he was being put in the driver’s seat of a giant hunk of metal with wheels. 

You sighed. “If this were an actual road someone would have called an ambulance right now.”

“Oh, come on,” Jisung said, “He’s still learning! He’s got plenty of time.”

“Thank you!” Your brother raised his eyebrows as he began to maneuver the car again. “Someone’s gotta be on my side.”

december 23rd, 2020

“God-fucking-dammit, whose side are you even on?” You snapped, giving the younger boy a glare. “I’m your sister. He cheated on me.”

“I didn’t mean it like that,” He reasoned, watching you get up from the porch. “Y/N, wait—”

You slammed the back door shut, before blinking back tears furiously. 

you love me right?

You did. You absolutely did. And you couldn’t stand it.

i don't forgive you

but please don't hold me to it

born under scorpio skies

Maybe you could do this. As you got onto the train, you nearly stumbled, but Jisung caught you before you fell. Your eyes met, and yours turned wide in surprise. “Oh,” You murmured, “...Thanks.”

He let out an awkward laugh, which sounded more like a loud exhale than anything. “I mean, you did the same for me earlier,” He answered, before hurriedly adding, “E-except I might have died if you hadn’t pulled me back, y’know?”

“I would have died too. But more out of embarrassment than anything else.”

This time, his laugh sounded more genuine. “That’s the [zodiac sign] in you.”

You froze as the train started to move. Suddenly, you were flooded back to times that you had read Jisung his horoscope, before he’d roll his eyes and say something along the lines of, “Oh, that’s so vague! It could happen to anyone!”

And every time, you’d reply something like, “Well, if you don’t like it I won’t read them to you anymore.”

But every single time, every beautiful, cruel time, he’d fire back, “No, it’s okay. I like how into it you are. It’s cute.”

He put up with it because he thought it was cute, because he loved seeing your reactions. Because he loved you. Or at least you thought he did.

Did he still love you?

“I-I thought you weren’t into horoscopes.”

He scratched the back of his head, before shrugging. “I, uh, I got into it after you left.”

When you didn’t say anything, he took that as his cue to continue. 

“Would it be horrible of me to say that I got into it because I missed—”

“Yes,” You snapped weakly, “It would.”

Jisung’s eyes looked at the ground. The silence between the two of you was filled by the train around you. From the sound of the rails, to the man in the corner who sneezed suddenly and gave everyone a bout of anxiety when they heard the noise, to the two schoolgirls whispering excitedly to themselves a few seats away from you.

“I’m sorry,” He murmured, “But it’s true.”

The train slowed into a station, and you did the mental math. After this stop, you could get off and walk three blocks before reaching the hotel. 

“Even if it is, what does it fix?” You murmured as more people piled into the train, causing you to force your body closer to your ex-boyfriend’s.

“Nothing,” He admitted, eyes sad, “But I needed you to know.”

i wanted to see the world

through your eyes until it happened 

During the rest of your time on the train, neither of you spoke. Those next ten-ish minutes where you were just about pressed up against each other felt unbearable. His wide, dark eyes found yours and you couldn’t seem to pull away. If it weren’t for the face masks, you would probably be able to feel his breath on your face. 

The pair of you gripped the same pole for support, and over the course of time, Jisung lowered his hand towards yours. First, his pinky brushed your index finger. The contact set your skin alight and suddenly your skin felt dry. Then, his hand grew even closer and he intertwined your pinky and your index fingers.

Pull away, you told yourself, wherever this is going it won’t end well.

The train pulled into the stop, and you lost your balance. You tumbled into Jisung’s chest, and he planted a foot behind you to stop the both of you from falling. 

When you pulled away, both from his chest and his hand, your face felt like it was on fire. You didn’t know where to look.

“Are you okay?” He asked, sounding concerned.

“Yeah,” You said hoarsely, not really meeting his eyes. 

Stepping onto the platform, you exited the station with Jisung on your heels. The entire walk home was silent once more, your body tingling with a mix of anxiety and excitement that you couldn’t quite place the origins of. Your body sped up of its own accord, first into a brisk speedwalk and then a light jog. Why you were doing this, you didn’t know.

“Y/N?”

Did you want to get away, or did you want to know if he would chase after you?

“Y/N!”

Once inside the hotel, you pressed the button to call the elevator. You swallowed dryly once Jisung caught up to you, panting slightly.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” He asked again, breathlessly. The elevator dinged, and you stepped in without answering. Jisung followed after you, watching anxiously as you pressed the button to the seventh floor several times. Your body was trembling. You felt like a live wire, but you weren’t sure what emotion was charging the sensation. 

Emotions?

Anger. You ruined everything. Despair. I never want to see you again. Love. I need you. Hate. You disgust me. Bitterness. Why did you do this to me?

“Y/N,” Jisung murmured as the doors slid shut, “Are—you—okay?”

Desire. You were the last person who touched me—and the only one who ever did it right.

You pulled your mask down, agitated. The automated female voice said, “Going up,” in Japanese, and you lost it.

“No, I’m not.”

Your hand found the collar of Jisung’s shirt, gripping it so tightly your hand cramped. Jisung’s eyes widened and his shoulders scrunched up. It occurred to you that maybe he thought you would hit him, likely due to your erratic behavior. But that was the last thing on your mind as you yanked the mask off of his face, and pressed your lips to his.

He froze for a moment, before cradling your cheeks in his hands. His body reacted a second later, pressing himself into you. A moment later, your back was pressed to the wall of the elevator and Jisung was slotting himself in between your legs. And you let him.

“I missed you,” He gasped in between desperate kisses, “So much.”

Your chest clenched, and your hands wrapped themselves around his narrow waist, coming up to fist themselves in the fabric of his hoodie.

A sensation in your lower stomach, spreading between your legs made your body feel even warmer. You wanted him so bad. You needed him.

But did he need you? Did he want you? Or did he just want you to need him?

You pushed him away as if he’d burned you. For all intents and purposes, he basically had. Jisung caught himself before he could fall against the wall, face perplexed.

“I shouldn’t have done that,” You whispered, eyes welling with tears, “I’m sorry.”

And just in time, “Seventh floor,” the automated voice said. 

then i changed my mind

Maybe you couldn’t do this, you decided as you launched yourself out of the elevator. Jisung didn’t follow you this time. You wondered if you were making everything too complicated. Rounding the wrong corner, you found yourself at Dahyun and Chaeyoung’s door.

No, the little voice of reason in the back of your brain insisted, he doesn’t get to complain about that.

After a few knocks on the door, Dahyun opened the door. Her hair was damp, as if she’d just finished showering. 

“Hey,” She said, “You look like shit. What happened to you?”

She ushered you in, and you wiped away a tear as you sat down on her bed. 

It all just sort of… came out. Dahyun listened, nodding along every few moments to make it look like she was listening. You told her everything that had happened that day—the texting, the trip to the temple, the ride back, the elevator. The goddamn elevator.

  “I don’t even know what came over me when I did that,” You mumbled once you were finished. “I don’t know what’s going on with me anymore.”

“Do you wanna know what I think?” Dahyun asked, leaning forward. You nodded.

“You clearly still have feelings for him,” She said, “I think both of you guys still do.”

“It wouldn’t work.” You shook your head. “Not after what he did.”

“Haven’t you punished him enough?” 

You made a face. “What the hell are you even talking about?”

“Come on, Y/N,” Dahyun sighed, “It’s been six months. We gave you your space, but… you guys love each other. Jisung loves you, and you still love him, right? We’re all rooting for you guys.”

“Dahyun, I… I don’t think I could ever trust him again.”

“Oh, come on. It happens to everyone at least once. You love each other! I think it’s a testament to his love that even after his mistake—”

“It wasn’t a mistake—”

“—and after the way you treated him, he still loves you. Right?”

You froze, and your mouth fell open. “After the way I treated him? Was I supposed to react differently to my boyfriend cheating on me?”

She stared at you, before huffing. She seemed annoyed at the fact that the conversation was still going. “That’s not what I mean and you know it.”

Standing, you crossed your arms. “No! I really don’t, Dahyun. You really think that I was an asshole to him after everything he did to me—”

“Maybe he did it because you’re so fucking uptight about everything,” She grumbled, “Jesus.”

You took a step back, and your heart cracked. “Wow,” You muttered, “Nice one, Dahyun.”

Turning on your heel, you ignored Chaeyoung stepping out of the bathroom with damp hair. “What is it now?” 

“Y/N,” Dahyun called, “Y/N!”

But you didn’t turn around. You slammed the door shut on the way out, and when you got back to your hotel room you locked your door. As you sat down, you felt like you probably should have felt hurt at the fact that you didn’t hear Dahyun chasing after you in an attempt to apologize to you. 

guess i lied 

You pulled your phone out of your pocket as it began to buzz. When you saw the name on your screen, your eyes grew misty.

dont answer: come to the rooftop balcony later tonight. i want to fix this, i really do

dont answer: we can get a nice dinner just you and me

dont answer: and then after we can just tall

dont answer: talk

In a fit of rage, you typed out with shaky hands. You knew it was wrong. But just once, you wanted him to hurt. 

Y/N: ok. ill be there :)

dont answer: really?

dont answer: ill make it up to you i promise

dont answer: thank you baby

You couldn’t do this. Not anymore.

i'm a liar

You realized now just what an idiot you’d been. You’d poured so much into these people, these relationships that you’d been holding on to them because of some sunk cost fallacy logic. I’ve been with you for so long, I don’t want to lose you now. 

You opened your laptop on the table, eyes brimming with tears as the monitor lit up to your earlier google search - the results displaying your previous search for Kiyomizu-dera. 

And suddenly, your entire day came crashing down even further. Your eyes shot to where Jisung had sat that morning. He’d looked so panicked when you had gotten angry with him, fidgeting and gripping your hand, eyes looking anywhere and everywhere.

Closing your eyes, you conjured up the moment in your mind. The way his eyes stopped on the table and then… 

“Kiyomizu-dera,” Jisung declared finally, eyes widening and a smile gracing his face. “You’ve always wanted to go, I know you have. We can go there.”

Of course he didn’t know. Or at least, he didn’t remember all the times you’d gushed about it. He lied. And you couldn’t stay here any longer.

Pulling up your flight information, you clicked at random looking for the option you wanted, wiping away the stray tears that ran down your cheeks.

Confirm return date change? You will be charged an extra fee for flights booked less than 24 hours before departure.

[x] Yes [ ] No

who lies

No, you couldn’t do this, you realized as your finger hovered over the mouse before finally clicking yes. As if your body had a mind of its own, you were packing your suitcases before you fully realized what was going on. 

You were wrong. If you were being completely honest, running away from Jisung sounded like the best course of action. But until that happened, he would continue to eat away at you, to chain himself to you until it dragged the both of you down and make you feel bad for letting the both of you sink. 

He cheated on you. And then when he said he didn’t want to blame you, he blamed you anyway. You were so busy. I felt so alone. Zero accountability, you realized as you pulled your suitcases into the elevator. The same elevator you had kissed him in. When you stepped into the lobby and handed them your checkout card, you knew there was no turning back.

dont answer: im already here, i’ll just wait for you

dont answer: baby?

[dont answer] calling…

one missed call from [dont answer]

dont answer: y/n?

Jisung still had your heart gripped in his hands. You needed to snatch it out of them and glue it back together. 

How you would do that, you didn’t know.

But you knew it wouldn’t happen if you allowed him to hold this power over you, you realized as you stepped into the shuttle bus. With shaky fingers, you tapped a few options on your phone.

block “dont answer”?

You hit yes. You ignored the tear rolling down your cheek. 

'cause i'm a liar

And when the shuttle bus began to move, you didn’t look back.

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𝓡𝓸𝓼𝓮-𝓒𝓱𝓮𝓮𝓴𝓮𝓭 𝓗.𝓙.

The fairies of Yellowwood

Summary: Sometimes you have to fight the universe to make destiny your own. All Prince Jisung knew, was that he would do anything for her. Even if that meant giving up his title. Season: Winter/ Spring Genre: Fluff/ Angst Category: Fantasy Tropes: Strangers to Lovers || Slowburn!Fluff AU: Fairy au || Prince au || Royal au || Fantasy au Pairing: Prince Fairy!Jisung X Flower Fairy!Reader Word count: 29,2K (h e l p) Warnings: slow burn fluff, strong language, slight suggestive themes (nothing really), hints/ inspiration from Hanahaki, mentions of death, mentions of bad relationships, a little heart wrenching. A/N: I’m so glad I finally finished this after two years!

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,,,Chapter two

Once upon a time,

in a great kingdom with small inhabitants. Lived hundreds of the fey people, another common name for them are fairies or pixies. They lived in peace among one another as they kept nature in balance and protected from whatever would or could possibly harm it. Every one of them had a destiny. One was destined to grow fruits, so they could live healthy and provide everyone of food. Another was destined to be a guard of the sun. They made sure the day arrived every morning on time, that the plants had enough sunlight to grow greatly.

And so was Jisung a prince among the other fairies. Born into a hierarchy he was destined to be something great someday. Unlike other fairies, Jisung knew since the day he was birthed what his destiny would be. Well sort of. His brother’s was certain as he would be crowned king someday, in the meantime Jisung was figuring out what to do with his life, trying to please his parents as long as they lived.

The former king and queen of the Blue Acre Kingdom had passed away in what seemed like an accident, but many knew that they were murdered by an act of hatred. Soon after their death, Jisung’s brother was crowned and ruling an entire kingdom by himself. Not much later he also wedded his current wife and it ticked off a duty as king.

At the age of ten, every fairy were to find out what their destiny would be. One would be very happy with theirs and others were rather disappointed. On this day, the fairies also received a birthname that complimented their given powers and destiny. With Jisung being a prince, his last name had already given him his destiny as it meant: country or leader.

Through the years, Jisung was often compared to his collected and matured brother. Jisung himself being quite messy and chaotic, he found it frustrating and simply angering that he got compared to someone, he knew that he could never be like his brother.

Ever since their parents passed away Jisung had distanced himself from his older brother, especially since he had a wife and didn’t really want to interfere into their businesses as rulers. Even though his brother is the king, he never seemed to miss an opportunity to mess with his little brother. Grabbing Jisung by the back of his neck and forcefully shaking him back and forth, making the younger fairy whine in pain.

Snarky comments used to be thrown at Jisung as well for not suiting a princess yet. Jisung would simply roll his eyes at the king. The younger fairy was pretty much an ‘edge-lord’: being antisocial around the castle, picking up fights with his older brother and refusing to do anything he wasn’t feeling like doing. Which sometimes consisted of getting out of bed. Basically every young adult.

Jisung never took his way of living for granted, he knew he was blessed to live in a beautiful palace, have people that take care of him, making him food, cleaning his room and doing everything for him. Even the studying was pretty much done for him as the young prince had his own council. Jisung had known Jaesang for a long time, he was a good friend of his parents and even counselled Jisung’s father when he was still alive.

Now Jaesang was there to help Jisung out, order of the new king. His brother saw how Jisung was suffering from their parents’ loss and thought that he might needed a more support. Jisung refuses to call Jaesang by his formal name, it made their relation feel coldblooded and detached. So Jisung calls Jaesang ‘uncle’, also because Jaesang is way older than the young prince. Jaesang had an unique name that implied traits of generosity, empathy and compassion. And through the years of really getting to know him, Jisung could feel a fatherly atmosphere coming off his council.

It would be confusing at times when Jisung and Jaesang were together. During the living days of the king, he would call out one of their names, but both of them would react as their names sounded so similar. But they laughed about it.

Right now Jisung was laid on his couch in his bedroom as his uncle played as therapist, having a notebook in his hand as he tried to get the prince of emo to talk about his feelings. “Jisung you have to tell me how you’re feeling.” Jaesang sighed, reaching for his hot cup of milk. “We’ve talked about this numerous times, you know how I feel about this marriage the second my brother told me about it.” Jisung sighed whilst sitting up straight. “I know, but I need to hear if from you at this moment to know at what mindset you are right now.” “What is it with you and hot honey milk?” Jisung laughs eyeing his uncle who almost spat out the liquid as he laughed. “Honey Milk is a fairy delicacy! And drinking it boiling hot is the best way to appreciate a cup of it.” His uncle passionately defends. Jisung would simply chuckle, never admitting in his fairy life that he loves the honey milk his uncle prepares for him. Jaesang even has a special kettle for it to boil the milk in, an old gift that the prince’s father had given Jaesang back in the day.

“But seriously Jisung, what is on your mind.” “Fine,” Jisung sighed as he started. “I feel sad and frustrated that my future is decided for me without me even being evolved. I never thought too much of it since I don’t really want to think about it, but in fact I think it’s quite fucking pathetic. Naturally, I will continue to distract myself from this faith until the day I actually will be stuck to that girl.” Jisung muttered monotone.

“So, pretty much the same as last month.” Jaesang wrote down and sighed. “I know you don’t like to do this Sung, but I have to prepare you for this marriage, despite it being an arranged marriage.” Jisung would simply sigh and look away from his uncle.

He didn’t notice Jaesang reaching out for something and soon enough a notebook had landed on the prince’s lap. “If you won’t talk to me, write it down. At least air out your heart somehow, don’t bottle everything up inside. You know it is not the healthiest way to cope with your struggles.” Jisung listened to his uncle’s word before he left the room.

Jisung would write in the journal every once in a while, but eventually stopped as he thought that he could probably handle the feelings that he had already numbed out.

One day, the prince would go outside to get some fresh air. His brother was once again on his wings and Jisung wanted some alone time. Jisung felt lonely in the palace that was filled with people. Everyone seemed to be always working and approaching him was part of their job. Nothing seemed genuine and it saddened him that he hadn’t had any real friends. Jisung usually wouldn’t visit the village that laid below the palace, the Royals and the citizen lived divided and Jisung wasn’t sure what to do about it. Besides, it wasn’t up to him, he wasn’t the king, but he hoped that one day his brother would unite everyone and make the Blue Acre Kingdom known for something else than the sombre atmosphere that trailed over and through the reign. The citizen also carried the mindset where they found it incorrect to interact with someone who was way out of their rank. “I wonder what Yellowwood is like, if the people are actually talking and hanging out with each other, creating a bond and building friendships.” Jisung sighs to himself whilst mindlessly flew around. Before the prince knew it, he had already made it to the border of the kingdom. There were high walls protecting the reign and Jisung used it as a place to sit.

The youngster thought back at the fight he had earlier with his brother, vile words were exchanges as they argued over the arranged marriage and the fact that Jisung wasn’t involved at all into his own marriage. ‘Maybe that’s because I don’t even want to be in it and never asked to be in it, fuckface.’ He had snarled back ‘This is what mom and dad wanted there’s nothing you can do about it. You’re really fighting against the fact that they did all of this for-‘ ‘Stop guilt tripping me and act like a brother instead like a fucking so-called king for once.’ Jisung shouted before flapping his wings and flee his way out.

He was lost in his own train of thoughts until he saw an unfamiliar trial of flowers catching his eyes. It made its way through the Forest of the Lost to Blue Acre. It must be a fairy who had received the gift of growing flowers. His eyes travelled across the land in front of him, trying to find the mysterious fairy. Suddenly a face appeared close to his, causing him to gasp and fall off the wall. The girl was quick to react and caught the prince in a big flower that she was able to grow.

The air was knocked out of Jisung’s lungs as he was caught and stared up to the female fairy that he now was facing. She shot him a smile and Jisung felt his heart speed rapidly. “Do you always stare at other fairies like that?” She giggled still staring at him shamelessly in curiosity. The prince would snap out of his zoning out and tried to observe what was happening. “How did you…” “Oh this?” The mysterious girl began as she pointed to the flower he was still sitting on. “I grew a blue stargazer lily to safe your fairy butt from falling. It was the first thing that came up in my mind.” She smiled. “Really? A blue stargazer lily? Not like a tulip or a rose or whatsoever?” Jisung smirked in amusement. “Well, it matched your wings, so yeah.” She admitted, making Jisung’s heart speed up again. Feeling flustered and shy at her charm.

“I’m sorry for scaring you by the way, I thought that you could potentially hurt me.” She mutters. “What, you’re saying that I’m not intimidating?” Jisung teases. “With a smile like that? No way.” She giggled, causing him to gasp dramatically.

Usually, Jisung felt anxious and awkward with strangers. It might’ve been the major shock she’s already given him and caused him to add ten years to his lifespan already. But, Jisung felt a connection that he’s never felt before. He felt a sense of warmth burning through his body.

“Are you sure you’re okay though? You fell pretty ugly.” Her face turned from a beaming bright to a worried expression. “I am fine, how did you end up here anyway? I’ve never seen you here before.” Jisung wondered. “I… You’re right, I’m not from here. I’m come from the Yellowwood Kingdom-“ “But that’s all the way across from the forest!” Jisung exclaimed in shock, worried for the fairy he had known for ten minutes.

“I was distracted whilst working. I saw a flower petal that I chased after and I somehow ended up here, I blame the wind for it to be honest.” She mutters whilst scratching the back of her neck in embarrassment. “I have no idea how I ended up here to be honest. And now I have to find my way back, just thinking about it makes me stress.” She cried out, hiding her face in her hand as she found herself to be doomed. “It might be the energy you could’ve felt from the magic realms and that you’ve found your way over here because of it.” Jisung suspected, trying his best to help her out, not wanting to see her upset.

Jisung was about to get back up in the air to comfort her when he caught the trail of flowers again. “Or you can find your way back with the help of your little friends.” The prince chuckled. Y/n looked up to him in confusion and looked over to where he was looking. She gasped and started to panic and hid her face again in embarrassment. “My grandmother told me that I was able to make a trail of flowers whenever I’m overjoyed. I forgot about that.” She mutters, peeking her eyes through her fingers, only to see Jisung staring at her. “I never caught your name.” Jisung stated. “But I caught you though.” She teased, causing him to burst out in laughter. “Yes you did and maybe you should tell me your name so I could thank your properly.” Jisung’s confidence was boosted as he felt the charm coming off her. She was giving him a feeling that he’s never felt towards someone.

‘Love at first sight?’ He questioned himself. ‘No, it can’t be. There’s no such thing.’

“My name’s Y/n.” “Y/n, I’d like to thank you for saving my fairy butt.” Jisung’s heart pounded loudly in his chest when she laughed at his playful remark, but it started to race for the umpteenth time when she started to talk again. “And now, handsome. You should tell me your name so that we’re even.”

The prince felt the heat rush to his cheeks, Y/n noticed and it made her giggle. “Maybe I should call you rose-cheek, or rosy. You’re so red.” She teased whilst pinching his round cheek, causing the heat to increase inside of the boy’s cheeks. “My name is Jisung.” He managed to make out, his brain buffering as he was still in front of the floral fairy.

“Well, it’s nice to meet your Jisung. I don’t know if you’re busy, but I’m not planning on flying back to my own reign yet, I’m exhausted.” Y/n huffed as she plopped down on the petal of the flower beneath them. Jisung didn’t know what took over him and sat down next to the stranger.

If he hadn’t known any better she could’ve been a spy, someone who was paid to kill or kidnap him. But her smile and scent was so intoxicating, she had him wrapped around her little finger already. She continues to tease him for staring and blushing whenever they make eye-contact. “I won’t bite Rose-cheek, take it easy.” She giggles as they continued to talk.

“So, what do you do for a living?” Jisung asks. “As you can probably tell, I’m a flower fairy. I grow flowers for people in their homes or gardens. I also make sure with some fellow floral fairies that we make sure through the year that a variety of flowers grow in the right season. What about you?” Jisung’s stiffened in his position and contemplated with himself if he had told her that he was a prince or not. “I work in the palace, here in Blue Acre.” He answered carefully to watch her reaction. “Ah, like a guard or counsel?” “I guess, yeah.” The rose-cheeked fairy chuckled nervously.

Y/n quickly moved onto another subject and Jisung felt himself becoming smitten for her. He wasn’t thinking about why he was feeling like this already, he wanted to enjoy the warm feeling that was filling his body whenever he looked at her. He questioned himself once again if this was love at first sight.

Unfortunately, before they knew it hours had already passed and the sun was ready to call it a day. “I have to hurry home or I won’t be able to see the path back.” She stresses. “I can bring you home.” Jisung confidently suggested. “No, I couldn’t bring it to forgive myself if something would happen to you. I will be fine, but I really have to go right now. Besides, we aren’t allowed to actually go outside the border, yet here we are. I don’t want to bring you in trouble. It was lovely to meet you Jisung.” She said with a smile before she got up in the air and started to make her way home. “Will I see you again?” He called after her.

He felt bummed out that there was yet another law meant for fairies to stay inside their own reign, to keep structure in their schedules and work. He was worried that she would get hurt on her way back.

She stops quickly to look at him and yelled back to him: “you might!”

The prince felt sad when she left, he had no other choice than to return to the palace where he was greeted by the same guards as every day. The king and queen were worried for their little brother who had finally returned. “We’ve been looking all over for you!” His brother screamed in frustration. “Calm down, I went out for a fly.” Jisung mutters in annoyance, still pissed at him. “The entire evening?” “Yes, it’s not like I wanted to see your bloody face.” Jisung snarled.

“Do you know how childish this whole thing was? I’ve been scolded and snarled at the entire night because I ‘scared’ my own brother away!” “So, you were only worried about me, because people were talking shit about you. Good to know where you stand in life and how much I fucking mean to you dear brother.” Jisung shrugged his shoulders uninterested before he flew to his room.

He wanted to fly back to cloud nine and not give a shit about what they were saying.

Jisung remembered the beaming smile she gave him, he could feel his heart race at the memory alone. Throwing his thick coat off, the young prince fell back onto his bed and sighed. He missed her already and prayed to the universe that he would get to see her again.

After staring at the ceiling for ten minutes his gaze turned to his side and landed on his journal that was placed on his dresser, coated in dust. He took the book in his hand and decided to scribble away in it for the first time in weeks. He named every beautiful feature that he could think of that Y/n owned. From her bright smile to the floral scent she carried around with her.

He wrote down about the things they had talked about. Even the fact that he fell for her and because of her in a literal sense. Jisung scanned the freshly written words and laughed at himself. He sounded love-sick. His feelings were genuine and he felt his heart filling with love as he continued to write down about the first great day he had in ages.

Jisung closed his eyes after he finished writing, clutching the book closely to his chest as the words and memories were the closest thing right now that resembled Y/n.

The next day, Jisung was impatiently waiting and hoping that he would meet Y/n again. He had been waiting for two hours already, but he already knew that he would and could wait an entire lifetime for her. He wasn’t able to think about anything or anyone else but her. He caught himself becoming whipped for her, but Jisung was a shameless fairy and he didn’t care.

The warm sun made him feel sleepy and he ended up wrapping himself in one of the petals, using his arm as a pillow whilst trying to sleep as he waited for her.

Around five o’clock Y/n arrived. She came across the sleeping figure that was Jisung and smiled to herself. Jisung had been awake the entire time, he was too nervous to miss her, thinking that she might fly away for some reason. When he felt the warmth of the sun being blocked by a figure he knew she was there, the familiar scent filled his senses.

He could feel her smiling and had to keep himself from doing the same as he was overjoyed that she actually came. The waterfalls that were far in the background were cancelled out as he focussed on the sound of her wings. “I know you’re awake, just open your eyes already.” She giggled as she pinched his cheeks, making him whine in pain. “And I know you were staring, take a picture it will last longer.” Jisung teased, receiving a tongue being stuck out towards him.

“I’m sorry for making you wait, I had work until four.” She explained as she took place right next to him. He had to look away from her for a second as he fought the heat that was rushing to his cheeks already. “Did you work in your shop?” “Yes! We have a new garden that we expanded last month! It’s starting to look stunning and I sold a lot of flowers and bouquets today, primroses especially are very popular around this time of the year.” She tells enthusiastically as she hugged her own coat for warmth and comfort.

“Sounds like a good day at work.” Jisung chuckles at her joy. “It was! I also delivered a big bouquet to the Royal family, they usually come for flowers themselves, but it was rather cold today. But enough about me, what did you do today.” Jisung kept quiet and avoided her gaze.

‘Thinking about you and waiting for you all day.’ He thought to himself.

“Did you wait all day for me?” She asked him teasingly as if she could read his mind, shocking him in the process. “N-no… not all day, maybe since one o’clock.” Jisung murmured under his breath causing Y/n to exclaim in shock. “Okay, let’s discuss a time to meet up, I don’t want you to be waiting all day in the cold for me.” “Discuss a what? You want to meet up more often?” He exclaimed his heart beating loudly in joy. “Only if you want to of course.” She giggled. “Of course!” He said a little too excited, making her laugh at how cute he was.

They decided to meet each other around five o’clock at noon for their following get togethers. Y/n would make sure to fly right away from work to her new friend. Today she had a little bit of a longer flight as she dropped of another fresh bouquet of flowers at the palace of the Royals. When Y/n mentioned the Yellowwood’s Royals the prince panicked, stressing that she now might know who he is.

Not that he wanted to keep this from her forever, but he felt delighted at the fact that she treated him like a normal fairy. Like she was a regular friend. The loneliness of the castle made him long for affection for too long and now he finally got a taste of it, he never wanted to let go of it. He loved the way she hugged him whenever they met, she started doing it a few days ago and Jisung loved the contrast of the cold winter breeze and the warm touch of her body as she engulfed him in an embrace.

The more often they met up, the more they talked, the deeper Jisung was falling in love with her. “Do you have any hobbies besides anything floral related?” Jisung asks, hugging the blanket closer he brought especially for their daily date. “Well, I do, but it is kind of flower related. I like to paint.” She admits with a shy smile plastered on her face. “Really? You like to paint flowers?” “That too, but I use old fallen petals of flowers and make paint out of them.” She said as she started to explain the process of making the pain, Jisung not following her at all, but he was too busy staring at her cute and excited facial expressions as she talked about her hobby passionately.

More days and dates like these went by and Jisung had started to bring her little gifts that reminded him of her. One day he would bring her cookies or cake, but he also started to bring her something pretty like jewellery, because he thought it would look pretty on her and now he can’t stop thinking about her.

They had been sitting on their flower as usual, talking about whatever. The subject ‘life’ was now on the table and Jisung just sighed, making her chuckle as his dramatic exhale. “You have no idea what I’d do to have a ‘normal’ life.” Jisung admitted whilst staring up to the sky. “What? Is working in the palace that bad?” “I-it’s not that, it’s just… I don’t know. All I know is that I would commit a crime to live a normal life like you. A simple life.” He sighed, now making eye contact with Y/n who had her head cocked to the side in curiosity.

“I-I’m not saying that a simple life is bad or anything! It’s just, I’ve been living anything but a normal life. It’s always been complicated, there would always be something that changes, I don’t like it.” Jisung pouts. Before the heat suddenly rushed back to the prince’s cheeks when Y/n had leaned down to hug him, causing her to now lay on his chest as she had her arms wrapped around him. “I’m sure you will be alright, after rain come sunshine, right?” She says with a smile as she looked up to him, giggling as he had proved once again that he earned his nickname ‘Rose-cheeks’.

“You’re getting confident now, aren’t you?” Jisung teased, trying to boost his own confidence whilst hugging her tighter. He loved hugging her, especially the kind of hugs that just made him lose his breath. It made him feel like she had missed him and that she was relieved and happy to be finally in his arms again.

That’s what he hoped she would think at least.

Jisung still doesn’t know how she had him so whipped, they’ve known each other for over a month now and he was already certain that he was in love with her. He caught himself noticing little things about her that made him fall in love with her a little more each time.

He despises new people, but it felt like his heart was telling him that they had known each other for a lifetime already. To Jisung’s unfortune, his brother approached him to deliver a message that the young prince didn’t wanted to hear.

“The wedding will take place early.” The king states in a mumble. Even though Jisung never showed a lot of interest or emotions towards the arranged marriage, he could guess that his little brother would be upset with the news. “Why?” Jisung exclaimed, feeling the stress entering his body.

“We’ve decided to expedite the wedding. You will also be living in the Yellowwood palace in a couple months, so you and princess Avery can get to know each other and create a bond-“ “Why are you now suddenly deciding my future? Don’t I have a fucking say in this?” Jisung yells out in anger, absolutely over it. “This marriage has been set up by our parents, the last thing you could do for them is to follow it like a good son.” His brother snarled. “Don’t tell me who a good son is and who’s not. You haven’t bothered to ask me yourself how the fuck I am doing ever since mom and dad passed. Not much of an example now, aren’t we?” Jisung spat back.

“You can’t find someone for yourself anyway, just fucking go with it Jisung.” His brother snarled back with the insult leaving his lips. “This is ridiculous.” The prince laughed madly, feeling his last bit of sanity leaving his body as he stared at his brother. “I already found someone and she-“

“I don’t want to hear another word about this. You are marrying princess Avery and that’s it.” “You don’t even fucking listen to me! That’s always been the problem with you! Especially now that you’re the king, you think you don’t have to listen to anybody else because you have power, well let me tell you something brother, you don’t have any say over my life. You know why? Because it is mine!” Jisung yelled.

“Jisung, you have to grow up already and see that this is the best way. Besides, the only way to get out of this marriage, is to give up your title and throne, but I don’t think you want to disappoint everything mom and dad have worked on, now do you?” He knew the words that left his mouth had an effect on his little brother as he saw tears forming in his eyes and soon after seeing Jisung flee away.

The king couldn’t help but feel bad, but these were the wishes of their parents and as the oldest, he didn’t wanted to fail them, even if they weren’t here. He sighed in frustration and conflict as he was left alone, kneeling down, forming himself into a ball as he regretted his choice of words.

Jisung in the meantime threw his door close, the loud sound scaring fairies who were nearby, but they were sure the entire palace heard the door shut. Tears were falling down his cheeks as he stared up the ceiling, clutching his heart as he felt grief overtaking his feelings as he missed his parents.

“Why…” He could only ask into thin air.

He unconsciously dragged his body the side of his bed and sat himself down. The frustration, grief and happiness from earlier that day were mixing together, but none of them complimented one another. Instead, it confused Jisung and caused him to sob on his bed.

His journal in his arms, clutched to his chest as it was the only thing right now that helped him cope with all of the mess that he called the situation that he was currently in.

When he calmed down from his mental breakdown, he tried to steady his breath. A vision of Y/n popped into his mind and he caught his heart skipping a beat and his breath became unsteady again. Jisung didn’t mind that he almost hyperventilated, his heart felt warm and happy at just the thought of her. A mention of her name could brighten up his day, the way she said his made him want to never let her go.

He had become so terribly fond of her and he really felt guilty for leaving out the fact that he was a prince who is soon going to be married to someone else. Jisung nuzzled his face into his soft pillow again, he was getting married in months from now. And now he also had to find a way to break it to Y/n that he isn’t who she thinks he is.

Y/n had arrived home only for five minutes, when Felix had burst into the floral home. “Y/n!” He yelled as soon as he entered, causing Y/n to yelp in surprise and drop baking flower all over herself. Felix watched the entire thing occur in front of him and couldn’t help but laugh. “Stop laughing, these were new.” She whined as she tried to get most of the powder off her dress.

“Sorry, but in all seriousness, where have you been all day? We were supposed to grow flowers today, remember?” Felix reminded her, making her shoot him an apologetic smile. “I’m sorry, I forgot.” She mutters, a pout on her lips that she knew, Felix couldn’t resist. “It seems like you’ve been forgetting our appointments more often the past month. What’s going on? Is someone harassing you? Are you being forced to do someone else’s work- because I sure as hell will fight someone, you know that Y/n!” Felix rambles on. Y/n could only giggle and shake her head in disbelief.

“That’s why you’re my best friend.” Y/n smiled as she continued to giggle. “Yes, I am your best friend. So tell me, why are you skipping dinner dates and flower growing sessions that you are supposed to do, with your best friend. You know, me.” Felix continued, but he soon was distracted when he actually noticed that she was baking something. “What are you making? Is it for me? Is this your way for making it up to me? You’re so sweet! Let me eat it-“

“No! It’s not for you.” She whined to her best friend as she moved the bowl of batter away from him.   “So, now you’re telling me that you even have someone else to replace me with! How could you do this to me? First you replace me! And now you’re even baking, our activity, without me!” Felix cried out dramatically once again. “Shut up freckles.” Y/n rolls her eyes playfully as she tossed some flower his way, making him whine this time for getting his clothes dirty.

“But in all seriousness, who’s this for?” Felix had his eyebrows wiggling and a smirk plastered on his face as he stared at his best friend who continued to prepare the batter. “No one, shush-“ “Oh! What would mother think!” Felix teased as he dipped his finger, without her permission, into the batter that was set in between them. “Hold up, is there another?” Felix’s eyes widen as his head shot up to Y/n who froze in action. “Is there?” He yelled out in shock. “That’s not possible, I am the only man in your life-“ “Will you shut up already!” Y/n whined, trying to hid the subtle blush that was now found on her cheeks.

“Who is he? Do I know him? How dare you to not tell me about this!” He scoffs dramatically, a pout ending up on his lips. “He’s just someone I met, when I accidently lost my way through the woods.” Y/n muttered softly, but loud enough for Felix to hear. “Wait, y-you went over the border?” He stammered, knowing fully well how dangerous that was. “I saw a butterfly or like a petal okay!” Y/n whined out in embarrassment as her best friend shrieked. “Y/n!” “I know, don’t judge me. But he’s so great! Besides! I was safe! I made a flower trail, by accident, so that could fine my way back…” She looked at Felix, a sheepish smile on her face as her best friend shook his head in disbelief.

“Y/n, you can’t expect me to just trust this, right?” “I know, but you can trust me, he is great. I’ve met him so many times by now, I can just tell he is.” Y/n cocked her head in confusion as Felix’s eyes widened again, before realising what she had confessed. “You went over the border multiple times! To meet up with some fairy? It better be a fucking fairy.” Felix sighed in exhaustion, the situation becoming too hectic to him.

“He is. And he’s a great one. Lixie please.” She pouted as she grabbed her friend’s hands, swinging them side to side in a cute manner. Knowing fully well what it did to him. “If he hurts you, I’ll break his nose.” “And that’s why you’re my best friend.” She giggled before engulfing him in a tight hug. “Now, please help me bake this.” She asked cutely. “Heck no, I’m not going to help you make your little gift to your little boyfriend.” He pouted, before taking a seat again. “You can have some-“ “I demand at least half of that!” He calls out loudly as he shot up, his sleeves already rolled up and him ready to help her.

Jisung felt burdened as he waited for Y/n. He was tapping his fingers nervously on the velvet box he was holding, that contained yet another gift for Y/n. It was the least he could do to show his gratitude to her, as she had brightened up his days ever since he got to know her.

The feeling of worrisome left his body when he saw her bright smile coming his way. Jisung was stunned when she arrived with a cake. “I made this for you. I’m sorry it’s missing a piece, my friend demanded at least half of it.” She giggled before placing it in between them as they sat down. “It looks delicious.” He assured her, trying to stabilize his voice, not wanting her to know how flustered he was by the gesture.

He cleared his voice and rubbed his cheeks, in hope to cool them down, before speaking up again. “I brought you something as well.” He said softly with a smile on his face, whilst revealing the velvet box to her. “Sungie, I made you a cake because I felt bad since only you gave me presents. And here you are again with- a bracelet!” She exclaimed when she opened it, her mouth covered by her hand as she looked at the beautiful piece in shock and admiration.

“You’re making me feel bad. My gifts are so bad and lousy-“ She sulked before getting cut off by Jisung who took her hands in his as he spoke. “Don’t say that. Don’t worry about the ‘weight’ of your gift. I love them nonetheless. If you would’ve given me a rotten leave as a present I still would’ve loved it.” He said playfully, but truthfully.

Y/n laughed at his joke and looked back to the bracelet, laid in its box, that was still placed in her hands. “Where do you even get something as beautiful as this? Or the money for it? This looks like it belongs to the wealthy.” Y/n claims whilst looking at Jisung for an answer, who was frozen in his spot. He knew he couldn’t tell her that he had found this in his palace’s treasure room or that he was lowkey confessing his love to her right here, right now.

“I-I got my ways.” He tries to make out with confidence and luckily Y/n bought it and just rolled her eyes playfully at him, making him sigh in relief.

Arriving back at the palace, Jisung couldn’t fight off the smile that had been stuck on his face. The sweet taste of cake, that they sadly already finished, still lingered on his lips. His belly stuffed and his heart filled with content and adoration he has for her.

His smile was beaming brightly as he made his way through the palace halls. His brother had seemed to notice as well, making Jisung lose that precious smile as soon as the king opened his mouth. “What’s all the smiling about?” His brother tried to say in a teasing manner, but everything that came out of his mouth just sounded bothersome to the prince. “Why, can’t I be happy about something? Do you want to take that away from me as well?” Jisung scoffed to his brother, passing him after he did.

The king felt sad and knew that he couldn’t do anything about the marriage as it has been arranged long before he became king himself and long before his and Jisung’s parents passed. He felt happy that Jisung somehow found happiness through the ‘crisis’, which the young prince liked to call the upcoming marriage.

He hadn’t seen Jisung smile so brightly after their parents passed away. The king wanted nothing more to thank the thing or person who managed to make his little brother smile like that after such a long time.

Jisung in the meantime had flee to his room like the angsty young adult he was, but the smile that had disappeared earlier had found its way back to his lips. He sightly licked his lips, tasting the sweetness of the sugar again that couldn’t help but remind him of Y/n. He let himself fall onto his bed, wondering if Y/n’s lips would be as sweet if not sweeter than the cake they ate earlier.

‘They must be sweeter, it just can’t be.’

He wanted more.

Not cake- well, maybe that too, but he wanted an upgrade from only hugging Y/n to kissing her as well. He has been so close to doing so, so many times. But he keeps cowering out the last second, making him regret it soon after.

Here Jisung was, laying his bed as he drowned in his regret and wonder, thinking about nothing but her.

Just her.

Only her.

It was the next day. Afternoon had arrived and Jisung found himself in the same spot as he was in the day before. And the day before that. And the day before that. You get the point, he spent every day with Y/n.

Using the petals as blankets, whilst eating the snacks they ate, they talked about their day as usual. Y/n had made him yet another cake, this time a whole one as Felix was too busy that day to help her out and steal the cake from her.

Jisung was happily munching on the soft cake, making him cheeks appear even chubbier than usual. Y/n couldn’t help but stare the fairy in front of her, that represented a squirrel or a hamster, was just too adorable for her to handle. The fairy froze when he felt her hand placed on his cheek as he continued to munch, but slowly caused by the flustering feeling that was rushing through his body. He leans into her touch and stared at her with eyes full of love. He felt his heart beat loudly in his chest, she cocked her head slightly to the side as she smiled at him.

He felt saddened to think that he could never spend the rest of his life with someone like Y/n- no more precisely; he was saddened to know that he could never spend the rest of his life with Y/n. The universe had decided for him and he guessed that it wasn’t meant to be. Yet, he wanted nothing more to fight everything and everyone to be with her, but he knew in reality he was defenceless.

She was extraordinary. Someone like he’s never met before. He loved the way his senses were filled with the great and quite logically sense of flowers whenever she was next to him. It has become one of his favourite traits about her.

Jisung felt his eyes prickling, signing him that he could tear up any second. So he put on his confidence and shot her a wink, fortunately yet unfortunately for him, causing her to back up in shyness.

Weeks passed and it became harder for Jisung to hide the truth from her.

His heart was shattered when his brother told him he would be spending three months at the palace in the Yellowwood Kingdom, he would get to know his future-wife. They would be able to prepare the finishing touches for their wedding and spend time together in that way as well.

This meant that Jisung still had some time with Y/n left before he would fly out her life. He didn’t want to end whatever they had. He loved what they had, he longed for more. For it to evolve into something bigger and better. Something that could last forever, but he knew that wasn’t his reality.

Jisung had cried out to Jaesang, wanting advice and some kind of comfort for the broken heart that he carried. He didn’t know how to tell Y/n.

I mean, how would you tell someone you’ve loved for months, that you’re actually a prince who’s getting married to another against his will within half a year. Telling them that even though they love you, they could never be with you, not because they don’t want to, but because they can’t.

He wondered as he laid on his bed, tears streaming down his face and to the side of his face, some even ending up in his ear. Making him whine lightly at the tickling feeling.

‘Should I tell her that I have fallen in love with someone else? No, that’s cruel- but what if she doesn’t even feel the same way anyway?’ Jisung asked himself. He angrily threw the pillow that was laying under his head before against the nearest wall.

He was angry that he couldn’t do anything about the law. His kingdom simply wasn’t in charge of doing so, the Yellowwood Kingdom was. They are the greatest and the root of all the laws. Jisung just didn’t know how to bring all of this mess to Y/n.

He remembered the night where he heard about the three months stay at the Yellowwood Kingdom. The same night Y/n had asked him if he wanted to join her at their yearly ‘Spring Day’ festival at her kingdom, where they would celebrate the ending of the last snow and the beginning of the blooming season. The festival would lead up to the first spring day where the royal family would usually have their posh royal ball, after the ‘common’ fairies had. Which back then it was up in two days, which would be today Jisung realised.

He didn’t think it would be a good idea at first, since it wasn’t allowed. But on the other hand, he has been meeting up with Y/n this entire time, so it wasn’t like he actually cared that much about the laws. Angsty young adult, we’ve talked about this already.

Obviously, Jisung couldn’t say no to the big glossy eyes that Y/n gave him when she begged him to come with her. The young prince thought about it, this might be the last chance to actually do something with Y/n besides eating and talking. And so, he agreed to join her.

In the meantime, the night when Y/n asked Jisung to the festival, we now have a young fairy who was freaking out to her best friend, since she basically asked Jisung out on a date (in her opinion). “You did not ask him out!” Felix gasped. “I did! He agreed on coming, so can you just help me instead of judging me!” Y/n whined as everything just seemed to wrong. She was acting a little dramatic as Felix managed to help her with anything and everything to prepare for the festival. And Y/n’s grandmother couldn’t help but overhear.

“Looks like someone’s excited for the festival.” The elderly fairy teases as Y/n walked out in the umpteenth outfit she tried. “I… I… granny how long have you been there?” Y/n stuttered in embarrassment. “Long enough to know that you’ve finally asked ‘him’ out.” She responded with a chuckle to her granddaughter, causing Y/n to turn bright red. “Y-you knew?” Y/n stuttered again, causing Felix to laugh this time. “Well, those fluttering wings of yours aren’t that silent at night you know. They just give it away that you’re in love.” If it was even possible, but Y/n turned an even brighter shade of strawberry as her grandmother continued to tease her.

“Just promise me to bring him home. I would love to meet the young man who makes my granddaughter a smitten mess.” Before Y/n could protest, her grandmother had disappeared with a smile on her face.

Y/n turned to her best friend with a pout on her face and Felix knew exactly what she meant. “Alright ‘smitten mess’, what’s up?” “I want to gift Jisung something valuable and special.” “Why?” Instead of answering Y/n revealed the untouched bracelet, its box protecting it carefully, as Y/n took it from under her mattress where she had hidden it. “H-he gave this to you?” Felix exclaimed as he examined the piece. Y/n simply nodded and sighed as she fell onto her bed again.

“He’s been giving me such expensive and nice things, I feel bad accepting them, but he always insists. I just want to give him something nice as well, but I don’t know what!” “That explains the other jewels you suddenly ended up with, I was already wondering if you got yourself a sugar fairy.” Y/n pursed her lips and yanked the pillow next to her to her friend’s head. “I just want to do something nice for him, okay?” She pouts. “What if you painted him something? Your paintings are truly beautiful.” Felix suggested. “I mean, sure, but what could I possibly paint for him? I want it to have a special meaning, something that would immediately remind-“ Y/n stopped herself from finishing her sentence, feeling embarrassed and shy all of the sudden. “That would immediately remind him of you?” Felix guessed and by the smile that she gave away, he knew he guessed right.

The two days passed by quickly. She and Jisung decided not to meet up before the festival, since Y/n also had to help decorating the village and wouldn’t be able to do so. The flower fairy had been ranting every night to her freckled best friend about the cute fairy she was seeing.

She couldn’t help it.

She hadn’t seen Jisung in two days and she already felt like she was going mad without him. Y/n also told Felix that she mentioned Jisung the other night to her grandmother. Now they, her mother overheard the conversation, were curious about the boy their beloved (grand-)daughter was seeing.

They were worried at first, but they trusted the young flower fairy as they also didn’t want to disrupt Y/n’s happiness. Besides, they were curious about this boy who Y/n had been ranting about to Felix. From what they have heard Jisung sounded like a nice fairy and they totally were not eavesdropping how dare you. The two adult fairies weren’t going to lie, they had always thought and secretly hoped that Y/n would end up with Felix as they knew him well, but Y/n told them that Felix was in love with the rain fairy who seemed to be too oblivious to notice the freckled fairy’s love. Just at the mention of her name, Felix would burst into a big ball of smiles and giggles. He really was that head over heels for her.

“Can you two please leave, we need to get ready for the festival.” Y/n whined as she shooed her mother and grannie out of her room. “You can’t blame them, they’ve never seen any other male fairy around you besides me. It’s obvious that they’re curious to see and know who this guy actually is. To be fair, I want to see him too! I have to approve of his being-“ “You’re an idiot, you know?” Y/n sighed in disbelief, throwing a pillow towards her friend. “I know, but you love me anyway.” Felix wiggled his eyebrows as he smirked, shooting her a wink as well. Receiving a pair of rolling eyes from Y/n. “Alright idiot, I’m ready.”

“C’mon Y/n, give us a hint at least! Is he cute?” Her mother started again as she tried to make her way out of the door to meet Jisung. “Is he good-looking?” Her grandmother butted into the conversation as well, leaving Felix in a laughing fit as his best friend was suffering from embarrassment. “Yes and yes. Now please let us go, Jisung could be waiting for us.” “Fine, you better hurry. We’ll be here preparing dinner, so make sure to bring him home!” Her grandmother warns, causing Y/n to chuckle. “I know, I’ll try! I’ll see you later.” “Have fun you two!” “We will!”

Jisung stood in front of his full-length mirror, checking his appearance as he was about to meet Y/n for the first time in days. Being at her kingdom made him nervous, he wasn’t sure if he would be recognized, but he wasn’t expecting anyone to do so. He hadn’t made a lot of physical appearances after his parents’ death, which had been years ago. People must’ve forgotten what he looked like, or in general not have an idea at all.

When he was finally satisfied with his looks, he made his way out of the palace. What he didn’t expect was a figure to be waiting on the border of the kingdom, looking at the suspicious flower on the other side of the kingdom’s walls.

Jisung gasped and dove down to hide himself and felt like slamming his head against the stone wall, a leave covering him as he prayed to not be found. “Jisung I know you’re out there.” A familiar voice spoke, making the prince’s heart drop to the pit of his stomach.

He couldn’t even form his sentences properly due to his nervousness. He was caught red-handed and he wasn’t prepared for it. “You know that it’s quite dangerous to have a flower like this, with this length, right next to the palace wall, don’t you think?” His uncle said with a slight smirk on his lips. He chuckled when there was zero reaction coming from Jisung. Jaesang knew the prince was going somewhere, but he couldn’t let a possibility pass where he got to mess with the kid. “Theoretically, I should be tearing down this-“ “N-no! You can’t!” Jisung yelled as he panickily pushed his uncle away from the flower so he couldn’t possibly damage it.

Jisung was confused to see him laugh and asked him if he found it funny to play with his feelings like that. “A little.” Jaesang admitted, making Jisung roll his eyes, turning away from his uncle. Knowing that the jokes were over now and that it was serious business.

“Where were you going your majesty?” Jaesang asked the young fairy, who was out of his usual chic clothes. “Nowhere really.” He muttered softly in responds. “Really? You perhaps weren’t going to the, I don’t know, Yellowwood kingdom to meet up with someone?” Jisung’s widened eyes shot towards his uncle who was looking at the prince with another smirk on his lips. “How do you know?” “First of all, there is a reason why I let you write in that journal. You might not want to talk, but I do want to know what’s going on in your life, that’s what I’m here for. I read your journal every once in a while, the last time being two days ago.” “That’s-“ “Violating your privacy, technically yes, but listen Jisung. As you started to write again, I knew something was going on. I had to know if your well-being went to the bright or the dark side. And fortunately, according from what I’ve read, she’s brought you to the bright side.” Jaesang states.

Jisung was scratching the back of his neck, nervously and in embarrassment, knowing fully well all the cheesy things he’s written in that book. “I’ve observed the two of you secretly Jisung. I was worried about you sneaking out of the castle every evening and your brother had started to notice of course. Especially since you have been skipping dinner. I have to say, I was and still am enlightened that you met Y/n. It really looked like she made you happy-“ “She does, she truly does.” Jisung interrupted as he sounded desperate. “And that’s why I will protect the two of you, for as long as this will unfortunately last.” Jaesang said in a soft voice, having a hard time to accept the fact that Jisung will probably never as truly happy with his future bride as he would’ve been with Y/n.

“Why?” Jisung asked his uncle in shock. “It’s a dangerous game the two of you are playing, especially when you have no backup, you know what your brother is capable of, she might live in another kingdom, but that wouldn’t stop him.” “Thank you uncle.” Jisung mumbled as he hugged his counsel. “Don’t worry about it. Now, let’s get you to the other side of the forest, shall we?”

The way through the forest was absolutely terrifying, Jisung had brought a small lantern that lightened the way just enough for him and Jaesang to see.

When the two finally arrived at the border, their eyes had to get used to the many fairy-lights that were used to decorate and illuminating the village. “I’ll pick you up at 3, you have fun and stay safe.” Jaesang said, patting Jisung’s back to sooth his nerves, before leaving him when he heard the prince gasp. The two looked up to where Y/n was seated, waving excitedly as she spotted Jisung.

Jisung lounged up as Y/n dove down, causing the two to fly into each other harshly. Y/n was giggling loudly as Jisung twirled her around. “You fly through that forest every day? I was absolutely mortified!” Jisung exclaimed.   “Anything to see your handsome face.” She smirked, resulting the fairy in front of her to turn a bright shade of pink.

He noticed the dress she was wearing, beautifully embroidered with flowers, that fitted her figure perfectly. “You look, absolutely stunning.” Jisung muttered, this time it was Y/n who turned into a bright shade of pink. She hit his chest shyly, taken aback by the sudden compliment. “You look handsome as well.” She muttered whilst hiding her face in his neck, inhaling his scent. She had missed him and it only has been two days of them being apart.

“Who was that man besides you by the way?” Y/n asked him curious when she noticed that that man was now gone. “H-he’s my uncle.” Jisung states, it not being a complete lie.

“Are you going to introduce me or do I have to do everything myself?” A deep male voice called from above them.

The young prince looked up to see a beautiful boy sitting on top of the wall, looking down at the two of them with a slight smile on his face. “Jisung this is Felix.” Y/n said with a bright smile as she pulled the freckled boy closer to her side, giving him a hug in front of Jisung, who felt his heart ache a little from jealousy. “Nice to meet you.” Jisung said coolly, taking out his hand for Felix to shake. The boy in front of him took it gladly and shook it happily as he told him it was nice to meet him likewise.

“Alright, enough chitchat we have a festival to attend!” Y/n squealed excitedly, taking the two boys by their hands as she dragged them back in the air. Jisung’s eyes widened as he looked down to the beautiful decorated village. The lights were like little fireflies as they spread over the houses and shops. The trees were pink as spring had arrived and the cherry blossoms were out and blooming beautifully already after the season fairies had melted their snowy creation as it made room for the following season.

Jisung was surprised at how crowded the village had become, people were huddled together, something he wasn’t used to seeing as the people in his kingdom weren’t that close with one another. But people here were laughing, talking and drinking together. The festival almost looked like a family reunion. People also seemed to be far gone in their own joy and their own toxication of the amount of drinks they had consumed already. They wouldn’t notice an extra fairy in their kingdom enjoying the celebration along with them. Y/n had dragged him into the village, to bring him closer to everything and everyone else. An overwhelming feeling washed over Jisung as he still struggled to take everything in. Felix had left the two in the meantime, saying that he saw someone he wanted to spend some time with, leaving Y/n and Jisung ‘alone’.

Y/n had herself wrapped around Jisung, her standing on his side as she had placed her head on his shoulder. She sighed happily, slightly tugging his shirt as she hugged him tighter. He relaxed in her embrace and took the moment in. He had missed her and he felt miserable thinking about ways on how to live without her when he would be married.

He still wanted to tell her, but tonight was not the night. He wanted to make happy memories and happy memories only with her.

Jisung turned to the side, so he could look at her and smiled to himself as she was now resting her head against his chest. “I missed you.” He whispered in her hair, rubbing her back softly, making her hum in content. “I missed you too, never leave me again.” She mumbled into his chest and Jisung hoped that she didn’t feel it pounding loudly and harshly for her.

Her words stuck to his mind and he tried to shake them off.

“I would never.” He wanted to promise, but he knew he couldn’t.

Some time had passed by and Jisung had met some friends of Y/n. He was quite surprised to see how many people she actually knew. Every ten minutes someone else would interrupt their conversation to say ‘hi’ to her. She seemed quite popular, but Jisung couldn’t blame her. Her kindness and beauty was unable to not be loved.

“How did you two meet? I’ve never seen you before.” One of the guys, named Chan, asked Jisung. Making him shake in his boots. “He’s from up north, you know, where its cold due to the artic climate. Not a lot of fairies live there, so I guess that’s why.” Y/n said, taking Jisung by surprise by her smooth lie. Chan seemed to believe it and didn’t think too much of it, resulting Jisung to nod and play along.

Changbin on the other hand was quite the curious one and it made the pair panic a little. “I-I- We have to go! I’m so sorry! We have to hurry or else we’ll be late! I’ll see you later!” Y/n had grabbed Jisung for the second time by the hand and dragged him away from the two muscular fairies, who were left stunned. But they shrugged it off and continued to enjoy their time at the festival.

The pair sighed in relief when they were alone.

“You’re a pretty little liar, aren’t you?” Jisung teased. “What do you mean?” “The up-north lie? And getting us out of that mess?” “Oh that! But that wasn’t a lie?” Y/n said, confusion layering her tone. “W-what?” “Y-you’re meeting my mom and my grandmother later tonight…” She said, her voice and eyes trailing off, not daring to look him in the eye.

Jisung sucked in a breath, causing it to be stuck in his throat and making him end up in a coughing session. “I’m sorry. I should’ve told you, I know. But, I haven’t seen you in two days and they insisted on meeting you.” Y/n explained as she tried to help Jisung catch his breath. “What do you mean they insisted?” Jisung exclaimed. “I-I may have told them about you by accident.” She giggled shyly, hiding her face in her hands as she looked down to the ground in embarrassment.

Jisung in the meantime looked at her with a smirk. He popped his face under Y/n’s and moved her hands away from her pretty face, so that her eyes now would meet his. “You like me that much?” He teased, causing her to shake her head. Not in denial, but as to show how flustered she was by his words and that she was now, because of him, malfunctioning.

The prince shook it off, thinking that she was just kidding in the end as they made their way to the centre of the market place where everybody was dancing. Jisung twirled her around every once in a while, making her giggle as she looked down to him. Her hands rested on both of his cheeks as he held her up by her waist.

The two stayed close to each other, after dancing they would go to a stand and share some rose water together, whilst sitting on a bench together. Her head resting on his shoulder once more that night, making Jisung’s heart skip a beat. “Look.” Y/n said whilst looking up. He followed her and noticed a pair sitting high up in the trees, on a branch they had all to themselves. “How romantic.” Y/n sighed in delight at the sight. She wanted to envy the romance, but she had moments like that with Jisung before as well. Only they were platonic as much as Y/n wanted them to be more than just that.

Jisung moved his eyes for the unknown couple to Y/n who was still staring upwards. He hoped as well that one day there would be something more than just a platonic relationship between them. He knew that he could start something right here, right now. But he wasn’t sure if she felt the same way as he did. He thought back on the amount of times he chickened out on kissing her. Her lips looked soft and plump, her face framing them perfectly. Making them almost irresistible to kiss.

“Alright, c’mon. We have to go somewhere.” Y/n said whilst stretching. She stuck out her hand for Jisung to take, but he just looked at her in confusion. “Where are we going?” “I already told you, you’re meeting my mom and my grandmother.” She giggled at his forgetfulness. Jisung’s eyes widened again and he felt his breathing becoming unsteady. “I-I thought you were joking!” Jisung exclaimed, causing Y/n to panic at his panicking. “I don’t know what to say! I am not prepared for this. What if they won’t like me? Won’t they think I’m weird? Y/n, I can’t breathe-“ “Jisung relax. You’ll be fine, trust me.” She whispered as she held his hands tightly in hers, clutching them to her face. Her compassionate gaze made him calm down. He relaxed at her touch and melted when she cupped his face in her soft hands.

“Let’s go, we’ll be late.” She giggled, this time just taking Jisung’s hand, before leading the way.

“Y/n, seriously I can’t do this!” Jisung whines again as they stood in front of her childhood home. “Jisung we’re already here, we can’t go back!” She whisper-yells whilst trying to hold her laughter to herself, to not make Jisung feel bad. “Y/n!” He whined, holding onto her tightly. “Sungie-“ “Oh, you’re here already!” A middle-aged fairy said as she had opened the door, scaring both Y/n and Jisung. “Come inside! You must be tired and hungry from all the dancing.” She smiled as she left the doorframe. “There’s no turning back now Sungie.” She giggled, squishing his hand in comforting way as her fingers intertwined with his.

“We’ve heard so much about you!” Another woman, who seemed to be older than the one who had opened the door, so Jisung assumed that she was Y/n’s grandmother. Y/n in the meantime was taken back by her grandmother’s sudden statement. “N-no, you haven’t. I’ve only started talking about him in the past two days ago.” Y/n murmured, scratching the back of her neck, feeling slightly embarrassed. Jisung felt flattered and flustered at the same time, not being able to believe that they were already at this ‘stage’.

Time would go on and sooner enough they had taken place around the dining table, which was filled with all seasonal food that Y/n’s mother and grandmother had prepared together. Jisung watched the three women laugh and talk together. Y/n’s mother talked about what Y/n was like as a child and shared more memories about her childhood with Jisung. As they talked so fondly of their family bond, the prince couldn’t help but feel a little emotional about it. He felt himself panic a little when he felt his eyes prickle with tears. He felt the atmosphere of ‘family’ after such a long time. He has been missing his parents dearly and he envied Y/n a little for still being able to experience this. It’s something that he really has been missing and longing to feel again. And here he was.

He suddenly excused himself when his vision became blurry by the tears that had filled his eyes and got up and rushed outside. Y/n was taken back by his sudden action and went after him. She found Jisung on their small porch. He leaned over the railing, holding his weight on his arms as tears fell down. Y/n instinctively rushed over to him and hugged him tightly. “I’m sorry.” She whispered into his back. “Why?” Jisung asked back in a whisper. “I made you panic and this might’ve been a little too much-“ She was cut off by Jisung who unwrapped her arms from his waist so he could turn around to face her. Tears were still streaming down his face, but he had a broken smile plastered on his face as he looked at her fondly. His fingers caressed the features on her face as she looked at him in confusion.

“You did nothing wrong, if else. You made me feel something again that I haven’t felt in years.” Jisung started softly. “Ever since my parents passed away, I haven’t felt what it’s like to have an actual family again. But, just hearing you and your mom and your grandmother talk about memories so dearly, just showed me what family is like again.” Y/n was shocked at his words and felt bad for not knowing, even though it was up to him to tell her or not.

“I’m sorry- I didn’t know.” Her voice was shaky, feeling emotional as well. “You couldn’t have known petal.” Jisung whispered as she had hugged him tightly again. He heard her gasp at the new nickname and it caused him to laugh. “You know, no matter what, that I’ll be here for you, right?” Y/n looked up to him as she spilled her heartfelt words, causing Jisung to burst out in tears again. Hiding his face in the crook of her neck as he continued to cry.

“I know petal, thank you.”

“Is that why your uncle flew you over to the kingdom?” She asked carefully after some time when she felt Jisung calming down from his cries. He simply hummed in responds, confirming her suspicion. “My brother and his wife plus my uncle and I live together.” Which wasn’t a lie. “We don’t really talk, my brother is always working and ever since our parents have died, he doesn’t really seem to care about me anymore. He might slightly, but it sure doesn’t feel like it. He’s too busy with his own things to be actually caring about me. That’s when my uncle jumps in. He’s been a father figure to me ever since ‘it’ happened.” Jisung states sadly.

He looked down at her once more and brushed his fingers through her hair. “Thank you for letting me experience this again Y/n. I’ll never forget it.” “No problem. Take a breather out here and relax, you can come inside whenever you’re ready.” Y/n whispered, giving his hand a comforting squish, before she made her way inside.

The prince let out a sigh and ran his hand through his own hair in slight frustration. “You can’t just tell her about getting married to another, but you can tell her what’s been hurting you deeply for the past fucking years.” Jisung mutters to himself in disbelief. He took another deep breath and tried to calm himself down, before returning inside as well. “Did the fresh air do you well dear? We have some cake ready if you’d like some.” Y/n’s grandmother offered, to Jisung’s surprise, but he gladly took the offer.

Y/n had quickly realised that her family had become smitten for Jisung. They continued to praise how well he ate as he filled his cheeks with the food that her family had served. Also surprising them that a such toned fairy was able to stuff his cheeks so cutely. “He really does looks like a squirrel or a hamster, doesn’t he?” Y/n teased, making the chubby cheeked-boy blush harshly.

The night sooner but later passed and it was time for Jisung to go back home. He sighed sadly when he saw his uncle waiting on the other side of the wall. “I guess it’s time for us to say goodbye, again.” Jisung sighed as he turned to Y/n who was looking sadly at him as well, a pout displayed on her face. “Thank you for the great night, I’ll cherish it forever.” He whispered to her, without her noticing, as she was too busy staring into his eyes. He had leaned down to press a kiss on her cheek as a sign of gratitude, causing her to freeze in the moment. The prince noticed her freezing and caught her luckily when she almost fell down, her wings giving out on her.

Jisung smirked, making her blush this time, before he held her by her waist and helped her back up and sat her down on the wall. He brought his face teasingly close to hers, making her move back in shock, earning yet another proud smirk from Jisung. He wanted nothing more than to press his lips on hers and she wanted nothing more than have him pressing his plump lips against hers. Instead, the handsome prince continued to smirk and told her to have a goodnight. Their touches lingered as Jisung flew back to his uncle, before making their way home.

He heard her call out a ‘see you soon, resulting him to break out in a smile. After she did that, Jisung was a smiling and giggly mess as he thought back on the amazing night. His uncle saw how happy the prince was and felt delighted and glad that he could’ve helped a little, by assisting and backing Jisung up in order to escape out of the palace for the entire day.

“Don’t look at me like that.” Jisung whines as they continued to fly though the pitch-black forest. “Why? It’s been a long time since I’ve seen you so happy. Can’t I enjoy this moment as well?” Jaesang jokes, causing the prince to shake his head playfully.

As soon as Jisung had arrived in his room, he grabbed his journal and began writing down every single detail he remembered from the night, a night that he knew he never wanted to forget.

After that night, the prince wanted nothing more than to run away with her. He had written about it in his journal and ranted as well on how he just wanted a life with Y/n, even if it really meant to give up his title. But on the other hand, he felt like he would disappoint his parents and fail all the words they’ve ever done to get him where he is this very day.

But he craved nothing more than a simple life with Y/n, living in a small cottage where they would constantly be on each other’s wings all day, but he didn’t mind. He would love the idea of being able to cling onto her all day. As he continued his life at the palace, he daydreamed about the festival. He remembered her worried expression when she saw him crying and about the excitement that was beaming off her as they danced the night through. Having her fingers intertwined with his as showed him around the kingdom she grew up in.

He has been ranting to his uncle how much he has been missing that night and how he owned him the world for helping him out. “I’m just glad you had an opportunity to be happy.” His uncle would respond genuinely. “But,” his uncle continued. “I do have to remind you that the wedding is getting closer and soon it will be time for you to move into the palace of the Yellowwood kingdom.” “I know, I honestly don’t want to think about it. It just makes me depressed.” “I understand Jisung, but it’s better to prepare yourself, so the hit won’t be as harsh in the end.” “But there still will be something that’s hurting me in the end and that’s what’s making this even more depressing.” Jisung sighed.

Later that same day, Jisung was waiting at their flower for Y/n to arrive. To his surprise she arrived with what looked like a big frame. He saw a flying square in the distance, before he realised that it was Y/n. Correcting his thoughts that made him think that he ate something bad that morning. When he realised that it was her, he flew down to her to help her out, she was surprised by his sudden appearance, obvious from not being able to see him and it caused her to yelp out in surprise. He only smirked and shot her a wink as he continued to help her out. “When you came to my place the other day, I had to hide this last minute, because I didn’t want you to see it, before it was finished.” Y/n panted after she had sat down the painting. “It- it’s for me?” Jisung exclaimed startled. Y/n giggled and wrapped the sheet off the frame, revealing the beautiful painting she had created herself.

He exclaimed once again and looked at the work in awe. “Is that the flower path you made?” Jisung asked, big eyes as he looked at her in adoration. She shrugged her shoulders as she smirked to him. He looked at the painting once again in shock and admired the work she had made for him. “I wanted you to have something that reminds you of me, as much as the gifts you gave me, reminds me of you.” She admitted shyly, basically confessing that she wanted him to think of her.

Jisung hid his face in his hands as he shyly laughed at her explanation. Sooner enough, he took her by surprise as he pulled her into a tight hug, continuously thanking her as he swayed her from side to side. Jisung felt like crying, he was just so touched by her gesture. It was easy for him to find a pretty jewel like the bracelet around Y/n’s wrist, but to make such a beautiful painting? He was on cloud nine just by the thought that Y/n really spend her free time making something specially for him and him only.

He had his face buried in the crook of her neck as he let out a deep breath. “This is the best gift I’ve ever received, thank you petal.” Jisung whispered against her skin, her body stiffening of the feeling of his lips against her warm skin. “I highly doubt that.” She giggled. “No, I mean it.”

‘You’re the best gift I could’ve ever wished for.’

The night goes by as fast as the others as the pair enjoyed each other’s company. Y/n left with bare hands as Jisung now had to carry the big painting around to his home. To his surprise, he met head on with his brother who stood at the entrance of the palace. There was no chance Jisung was able to hide the painting that was almost as big as himself and he quickly had to find an excuse as he flew closer and closer towards his brother.

“What’s that?” “What does it look like?” Jisung sighed back, yearning to go to his room as soon as he could, so he could put the painting on his wall and stare at it for the rest of the night. “Don’t get smart with me. What’s the painting for?” His brother asked curiously. “I like art, that’s why I got a painting.” Jisung lied, not exactly as he loved Y/n’s art from this day forward.

“Since when are you interested in art?” The king asked confused, knowing that his little brother used to think that art was ‘boring’. “For a while now, it’s not like you know everything about me.” Jisung snapped as he finally moved passed his brother.

When he arrived in his room, he was met with his uncle who had his journal in his hands, causing the prince to stumble over his words as his uncle gave him a knowing smile. “Can’t you read it more secretively?” Jisung whined whilst taking things off his wall, to make room for the painting. “I could, but you’re the one who came home.” Jaesang laughs as he watched the young prince place the painting on the wall. He watched Jisung frown and shake his head, before pulling the painting off the wall again.

Jaesang bounced a little, as Jisung created a dip in the bed that they were now both sitting on as Jisung held the painting right above his bedframe. Jaesang saw Jisung’s face lit up, aware that the prince had found the perfect spot for his painting.

“I’ll go get some nails.” Jaesang chuckled.

When he came back, he found Jisung in the same position: holding the painting against the wall. Not daring to move a millimetre as it indeed was the perfect spot. “Where did you get this from?” Jaesang finally asked, making Jisung groan out in relief. “Finally, I thought you’d never ask-“ “Y/n gave it to you, didn’t she?” “I thought I… let me talk about my gift!” Jisung whined, resulting his uncle to end up in a fit of laughter.

“She made this for me. For me! She spend her free time making this for me!” Jisung squeaked. “It must make you feel special.” Jaesang teased. “It does, but it mostly makes my heart flutter. So beautiful.” “Are you talking about the painting or your little fairy?” Jaesang continued to tease as the prince blushed. “She’s a very talented fairy indeed.” He admitted to the prince next to him as they stared up to the, now hanging, painting above Jisung’s bedframe.

“If she was a princess, you two would be perfect together.” Jaesang sighed. The words saddened Jisung as he knew that he could only dream of a reality like that. He burst out in tears and leaned against his uncle as he continued to sob. “It’s unfair.” Jisung cried out, wiping his tears away aggressively. “Why do I have to give up the life, the things that I want and need? Only for the sake of others?” Jisung continued to speak in frustration. “I understand Jisung, but we sadly don’t decide in what family we are born into. The universe decides that for us.” “Well screw the universe then!” Jisung groans out as he now let himself fall onto his soft sheets that were spread out on his bed.

“Think about it this way. If you weren’t living, the way you were living right now, you probably would’ve never met her. You know I’ve thought you about the butterfly effect.” “’A tiny change could change everything.’” Jisung quoted his uncle’s words. “You being born into a different family could also change everything. All of this is meant to be, it all happened and happens for a reason.” Jaesang tried to explain the young emotional prince.

“And don’t get me wrong, you have every right to be upset and angry about this, because it indeed is unfair. And I hate to see you like this. You and your bother already had a hard time behind you and I wish you two nothing more than happiness.” “I know you do. Thank you.” Jisung whispered, closing his eyes as he wanted and needed his body to rest.

The following day Jisung had woken up with his head buried into his pillows. He yawned and opened his eyes slowly, only to be met with the painting first thing in the morning. He shot up to realisation that he actually was given something so beautiful by Y/n. But his face quickly met his pillows again when he wondered if Y/n also felt so fluttered and flustered whenever he gifted her something. If it really did made her think of him, like this painting was affecting him.

The morning would pass and Jisung made himself ready to meet Y/n for the umpteenth time. Even though they have met up countless times, he still was as excited and nervous as the very first time. He saw her approaching closer, the sky turning shades of grey, but she was outstanding. She wore a red oversized sweater with some pants under them.

Jisung had never mentioned it, but red was his favourite colour and it looked gorgeous on her. Before they could even exchange a hello, the rain had other plans as it started to downpour. They both gasped at the contact of the cold water, whilst laughing at the inconvenient moment.

The prince took Y/n by the hand and dragged Y/n into his kingdom, ignoring her objections. He knew he couldn’t bring her to the palace, so he had to think fast as they were getting soaked by the rain that continued to pour from the sky. Y/n had started to hold on tight as Jisung sped his way, trying to dogs as many water droplets as he could.

They arrived at a small cabin, far away from the palace where they found shelter. Jisung shook his head as she tried to get his hair to stop sticking against his forehead, resulting a whine and a giggle from Y/n who received the extra water to the face. “Where are we?” Y/n questioned Jisung as she looked around the cabin in awe. “It’s a small place my parents used to own, you know. It’s like a little get-away from home, yet close to home to be away from the kids.” Jisung mumbles as he looked through the cupboards.

“I don’t think there will be a lot of food, but there are some dried fruits and some dried roses, we can survive on those as the storm passes.”

Y/n prepared a pot of hot water and made some hot rose water whilst munching on some dried fruit they shared. The pair would look outside and realise that the storm wasn’t going to pass soon. “I guess we’ll be stuck in here.” Jisung mutters, not daring to look Y/n in the eye as he knew something she didn’t: there was only one bed.

The two would arrive in the small bedroom where a two-person bed stood. “Oh.” Was all Y/n could make out, now also avoiding Jisung’s gaze. “Turn around.” She continued, causing Jisung’s face to shot up to look at her. “W-what?” He stuttered. “My clothes are wet. The bed will get soaked and we’ll get sick.” She states as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. Before Jisung could comment, she had already turned her back to him, assuming he mirrored her actions like she asked him to.

He heard her shuffle around and the bed moving, he looked over his shoulder and saw her in a damp top sitting under the covers. As she was making a border of pillows to separate the two, Jisung had crawled into bed as well, his soaking clothes laying on the floor as well. The pair stared up to the ceiling awkwardly as they tried to stay on their own side of the bed. Y/n was squished against the wall, the cold stone standing in contrast with her burning skin as she didn’t dare to make eye contact with the boy she’s been crushing on next to her.

She had shared a bed with Felix before, as they went camping every once in a while. But she’s never laid this close next to someone else besides Lixie. Jisung’s skin was burning as well, he had to resist staring at her, feeling like he’d make her uncomfortable, but he wanted nothing more to hold her and warm up with her in his arms.

The moment felt very intimate even though there were no physical touches, that was until Y/n fell asleep eventually. The barrier between them was broken as she laid on top of the pillows, causing her back to touch Jisung’s.

Jisung just couldn’t fall asleep. His heart was racing and his brain just couldn’t keep quiet. ‘Just hug her, this could be your only chance.’ ‘No, she might not want to or like it.’ He thought to himself.

As if the universe had heard him, Y/n turned in her sleep. Her peaceful figure now facing Jisung. He turned his gaze slowly to the girl next to him and admired her features. Her face so close to his, he could kiss her plumps lips right there and then, but that’d be wrong. Jisung made himself comfortable as he laid on his side, one arm resting under his head as the other softly traced over her face.

His warm hand cupped her cheek as he continued to adored her. His body moved on his own as his brain later on realised what he’d done.

He had pressed a kiss on top of her head.

He really wanted to feel her lips on his, but that’d be selfish. To take advantage of a moment like that wasn’t worth it.

Surprisingly, Y/n moved once again. This time she had her arm wrapped around Jisung and nuzzled her face into his chest. The prince’s heart skipped a beat and he could feel himself sweat, but he couldn’t help but let out a smile. He wrapped his free arm around her and pulled her close, not wanting to let her go as he went to sleep.

The night passed and the sunlight hit Jisung’s face, awakening him from his slumber. An aroma filled his senses and his nose itches from something brushing against it. He opened his eyes and realised that her arms were still wrapped tightly around his body. His arm was draped over her waist whilst she had her face nuzzled into the crook of his neck, her hair being the cause of the ticklish feeling.

He felt her hot breath on his neck and it caused his body to react to it immediately as goosebumps covered his skin, chills running down his spine. He knew she was awake and when she looked up to him with sleepy, big eyes. He couldn’t resist to coo at her. Pulling her into a constricting hug. “Sungie!” She whined in a muffle as she was barely able to breath due to his tight embrace. “You’re so cute.” Jisung mumbles as he loosened his grasp. “D-did you…” She trailed off softly. “No! No! I would never!” Knowing exactly what she meant as he stressed. “Besides, you were the one holding onto me first, Petal.” He whispered into her ear, earning a gasp from her before she hid her face into his chest in embarrassment. “I’m sorry! I usually hug the bear Felix gave me.” She mutters shyly, still hiding her face from him. Which he was kind of glad for as his smile fell.

‘Of course they give each other things, they’ve known each other longer.’ Jisung had to tell himself before he focussed on the love of his life that was laid next to him, snuggled against his chest. “Don’t worry about it petal, I love holding you in my arms.” The two were still drowsy and continued to lay in each other’s arms. Jisung’s heart raced when he felt her hug him back, her arms tightening around his torso. “Did you sleep well, petal?” He asked in a whisper, whilst brushing her hair by running his fingers through it. She nodded into his chest, causing Jisung to fight back a smile. “As much as I’d love you to stay in my arms forever, we have to get up. We’ve got to go back home, unfortunately.” Jisung murmured sadly. “I don’t want to.” She whines as she snuggled her face closer to his chest. “I’ll check if our clothes are dry.” Jisung offers before he got out of the warm bed.

His pants seemed dry, but her dress and his shirt were still soaked and cold. Which he wasn’t surprised by, it was pouring rain after all. The young prince put on his pants and went through the old closet in the room to find something for Y/n to wear. “Here.” He said as he threw the shirt he found on her head. “What’s this?” “Your dress is still wet and I don’t want you to catch a cold. I found this old dress shirt that you can wear.” He managed to make out as he scratched the back of his head. He had turned his head away from Y/n so she could put on the shirt comfortably as he was lost in his thoughts. Hoping that Jaesang wasn’t too worried about him. Who was he kidding, his uncle probably had ripped his hairs out by now, due to the worrisome Jisung has caused him. (Plus the rest of the castle.) Y/n had put on the oversized shirt, when she noticed Jisung’s figure leaning against the doorframe. Toned chest and his pants handing loosely around his waist. Jisung only noticed what was happening when he heard her gasp loudly. “I-I’m sorry!” He stressed whilst Y/n was hiding her face back in the sheets, feeling the heat rush to her cheeks and flustered by his unconscious yet blunt action. “I should find a shirt for myself as well.” He murmured to himself as he flipped the closet inside out.

A little later, the two dared to face each other when they stood together in the kitchen. He had prepared some food and set it on the coffee table across the couch where he was already seated. She still stood in the kitchen awkwardly, the dress-shirt she was wearing covering her to her knees. Jisung caught her figure still standing in the kitchen and had to stop himself from staring at her for the umpteenth time. And to stop himself from imagining her in his own oversized shirts.

The two ignored the shy feeling that overtook them and decided to eat. She sat on the ground as he sat behind her on the couch. He had finished his bowl before her and decided out of boredom to play and eventually braid her hair. “Sungie, I think it’s time we go back. I have work and you probably as well.” Y/n sighed. Jisung stared in front of him in confusion. ‘Oh yeah, she thinks I ‘work’ at the palace.’

She had rested her cheek on his knee and wanted to enjoy his company some more, they both knew they had to go back. Otherwise the other fairies would be worried about them. “I’ll get you something to carry your we clothes.” He whispers, before getting up.

“You know that I work at the Yellowwood Palace, right?” She asks the young prince, making him stop carefully in his tracks. “Y-yes?” “Recently they started to take more and more interest in the flower that I grow with my friends. And they asked me to grow a lot of flowers. I assume it must be for a special occasion, since some of the flowers are so specific…” Y/n rambles on as Jisung’s heart dropped.

‘She growing the flowers for my wedding.’ He had realised. It was a cruel and disgusting reality, but there was nothing he could do about it, literally. He started to feel uneasy and felt the need to get out of the cabin as soon as possible. Jisung had opened the door and was about to speak to Y/n, when suddenly a bee flew towards him with high speed, causing him to yell out in panic and fear. “Are you okay?” Y/n giggled as she helped him back up. “It attacked me!” Jisung cried out dramatically. “It was probably looking for some flowers. I’ll shoo him away for you, okay Sungie?” He nodded in responds with a pout still on his lips and as his knees were still buckling from the shock. She ran her hand through Jisung’s locks to comfort him. He clung onto her like a koala would.

Sooner enough, they had arrived at their flower, Jisung insisted on seeing her out after all. Y/n was nurturing the flower, the rain was heavy and she was proud the flower still stood tall. “I would love to know how to grow a flower.” Jisung admitted, not adding the fact that it would make him feel closer to her. “Really? I would probably gift you a fake flower.” Y/n teased. “You’ve got that little faith in me petal?” Jisung scoffed playfully. “Leave the flowers to me Sungie.” “And what do I have left then? Good looks and smooth talk?” He shot back, getting closer to her every word. “I think you should leave those to me as well.” Y/n smirked as she rested her fingers under his chin, to make him look her in the eye.

Jisung leaned back and groaned dramatically. “Prepare the chariots! I have a meeting to attend to! This is a matter of treason and loyalty!” He cried out playfully, causing her to laugh without actually knowing that he was actually capable of doing that. “I’m sorry.” She coos as she hugged him tightly. “As you should be.” He pouted. “I take my words back.” “No you don’t. You love me~” He sung, causing her to shyly and nervously push him off her.

‘If only you knew.’ She thought with a sigh.

“In your dreams Sungie.” She giggles.

‘If only you knew I wished it could be so much more than that petal.’ He silently wished the same.

“I-I’m sorry, but who are you?” Y/n stuttered as she stood face to face with a tall and broad fairy, who also couldn’t look more intimidating.

‘This is the moment where I’ll be arrested for leaving the kingdom borders.’

But instead, the bodyguard Y/n assumed, stood aside and revealed the queen of Yellowwood to her. The flower fairy gasped in shock and bowed immediately out of respect. “Please stand, we’ve been waiting for you.” She spoke with a smile on her face as she came closer to Y/n. “I’m terribly sorry your majesty if you’ve been waiting for long-“ “No, don’t you worry about that, you have your own life as well. But let’s get to business, since I’m not here for just a visit.” Y/n nodded as she waited for the queen to continue. “I need you to grow your best and most beautiful flowers, we’ll need even more for this historic event!” The queen clasped her hands in excitement. “A wedding?” Y/n asked herself in assumption. “Yes, but you’ll have to keep it secret. No one can know yet. But you must know as I’ve got specific flowers for you that we’ll need.” “I would be more than honoured to be a helping hand at such a great event!” Y/n chirped. “That’s great dear! I knew I could count on you! Now, I must go. I’ve got more errands to run. I’ll see you soon miss Bellerose.” “Goodbye your majesty.” Y/n bowed before they flew off and out of sight.

The young prince had returned home as well, he as well awaited by a Royal. But in his case it was his brother. Both weren’t too thrilled to see one another. Jisung sighed as he could see his brother’s frown from a mile away.

“Where have you been Han Jisung?” “Wow, he knows my name,” the youngster sneered. Trying to walk past his brother became no use as he had him in his grasp. “Do you think this is all a joke? Something for you to fuck around with? Let me break it to you twat! Take this or something fucking serious for once! You’re not a child anymore! Grow the fuck up!” His brother raged.

“If you really think that I’m a grownup, why don’t you fucking let me be and stop acting like you’re my dad! You know you can’t replace them!” Jisung growled back. “Shut it! You need to study more! Your kingdom will be doomed with you as king!” His brother taunted. “Seriously! All I fucking ask you is to stop being such an ass of a king and be my brother for a second! I’m trying to enjoy my last bits of freedom, okay?” Jisung screamed. “I’m going to be chained with a girl who I don’t even know and who I certainly do not love and probably never will!”

“Jisung, the discussion is long off the table! You’re marrying this girl no matter what!” His brother added to the screaming match. “Can you get that head of yours out of your bloody arse for a second! Even Jaesang told me that the princess didn’t know about the marriage up until, what? A few months ago? Can’t you see how unfair this is?” Jisung cried out in frustration. “Life is unfair, deal with it already. Grow the fuck up and think of your own responsibilities as a royal.” The king snarled. “You should be happy that you had months to prepare yourself! Yet here you are wasting all the precious time!” He added in anger.

“You really just don’t fucking get it! That you wished for marriage doesn’t mean the same for me! Just fuck off man.” Jisung sighed as he finally was able to walk away from his brother.

Jisung arrived in his room, high on adrenaline and till raging from the argument he had before. His mind was clouded and he wasn’t sure how to feel, but he was sure what he was going to do. He took a bag from his closet and started to pack it. He stuffed the bag with fresh clothes and he couldn’t forget his journal. His brother had become awfully noisy and he couldn’t risk him finding it. He might be the king, but (sadly to Jisung) he was still his brother after all.

Jisung quickly scribbled an apology note to Jaesang for suddenly disappearing, again, but he needed to go. He knew it wouldn’t be too long before he would be escorted to the palace of Royals De la Grande.

‘… I’ll be back in two days.’ He added to the note.

Jisung had placed the note on his desk before he snuck out, like the many other times. He had no plan, but he wanted to see her. That’s all he needed right now.

It was a dark journey through the dense forest, but he found his way by the flowers who had led her to him many other times.

It certainly was a surprise to Y/n to see Jisung in front of her door in the middle of the night. “What are you doing here?” She stressed before dragging him inside. “Aren’t you happy to see me petal?” Jisung teased as he held his arms open for her to throw herself into. “Of course I’m happy to see you Sungie, but seriously. What are you doing here?” She asked whilst looking at him with worry spread over her face. “I had a fight with my brother, a pretty messed up one and I needed to get away for a breather.” He spoke truthfully. “Does he know you’re here?” She asked and Jisung shook his head. “My uncle does, so don’t worry please. I took care of it.” Jisung said, knowing he lied this time.

He knew his brother shoved part of the truth in his face. He knew he had to step up and do as he’s supposed to, but not right now.

“Jisung, things like this needs to be resolved right away.” Y/n emphasized as she even softly pushed him towards the door, as much as she wanted him to stay, she knew he had to figure that situation out. Instead, Jisung brought Y/n back into his arms, pressing her close to his torso. “I’ll figure it out, I promise. But please, let me stay with you for a couple days.” He whispered into her hair. “Fine.” She sighed, trying to act annoyed, but couldn’t help but giggle as she had her favourite fairy in her arms again.

“Wait, why a couple days?” “Just to mess up my brother a little.” Jisung smirked, causing Y/n to gasp in disbelief. “Jisung!” “What?” He laughed. “So what are you going to do now?” She asked after they put away his stuff. “I have might have an idea.” He smirked once again. Y/n looked at him confused as he took her hand and dragged her outside. She squealed in surprised when he launched the both of them in the air, holding her by her waist to not hurt her.

She clutched onto his body for dear life, hugging his torso as she’s never been this high before. Y/n’s used to working near the ground. Jisung had settled on a leave on the highest point of the tree he could possibly find. She moved her head off his shoulder a little to see if it was safe and she was absolutely in awe with the view. The stars in the sky were shining brightly, she really had to give it to the night fairies for doing such an amazing job.

She even saw some of the famous night fairies most other fey people would swoon about. They were playing with the stars, treating them like footballs, causing it to act like a shooting star. “Make a wish.” He whispered, looking at her in adoration as she closed her eyes.

‘I wish that we could have our happily ever after together.’ Jisung wished to the stars in the sky.

The following day, Jisung was awoken on an unfamiliar couch by the rumbling and the stumbling that went on in Y/n’s house.

“What are you doing?” Jisung grunted in his morning voice. “To work!” Y/n yelled from the other room as she continued to get ready.

Once more, like once before, Jisung’s heart dropped to his stomach. He was facing his back in order Y/n would walk pass. He had a pained expression on his face, remembering why he ran away to Y/n in the first place.

‘Put on a smile and enjoy your last moments with her.’ He told himself as he got up. The fake smile turned genuine, when he saw Y/n clumsily flying around the place, gathering whatever she needed. He dug his nails into his hands as he tried to keep him from losing his shit.

He wanted her to quit the job, to not help the royals preparing his wedding that he did not wanted to participate in. He wanted her to stay with him, talk again about anything and everything. He watches her shine as she shot him a beaming smile.

“What’s up?” She asks him. “You remind me of the sun.” He blurts out with hearts in his eyes. “What?” She squealed flustered and surprised. “You get to grow beautiful flowers and it’s just the way you shine so brightly.” Jisung sighs as a lovestruck boy.

Y/n giggled and went over to tackle Jisung in a bone-crushing hug, nuzzling her face into the crook of his neck as she began to sing softly.

“You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. You make me happy when skies are grey…”

He couldn’t beat off the smile that was plastered onto his face. He held onto her tighter and softly rubbed his cheek onto her head as a form of affection. “A friend used to sing this…” Y/n started off, but Jisung didn’t hear. He was too busy with all the thoughts suddenly running through his head. “Let’s run away.” He whispers. “What?” She exclaimed stunned. “Let’s run away, just you and me.” He softly brushed his fingers through his hair, somewhere secretly hoping she’d agree.

“You’re ludicrous.” She laughs before getting up. “We could live up north like you said at the festival!” Jisung kept trying. “And where would we live in?” “A tree?” Jisung questioned more than actually answering her question, leading Y/n into a fit of laughter.

“Alright romanticist, pack what you need I’m bringing you to my mom and grandmother.” “Why?” He whined, being pulled by his hands by Y/n, who was already running late. “I need to go to work that’s why.”

Moments later and after a little more whining from Jisung, she finally dropped him off at her mother’s place for her to ‘babysit’ him.

“I’ll be back in a few hours!” “How can you leave me!” Jisung whined, not wanting to let her go. The pair blushed a little when they heard laughter come from inside. “Sungie, I’ll be back. You’ll survive with my family I promise.” She squished his cheeks before actually leaving.

Jisung was then awkwardly escorted back inside and offered to stay in Y/n’s room to relax as she’ll be off for a while. He laid on her bed and stared up at the ceiling. He adored her family, he felt eased when her grandmother softly patted his back whilst leading him to Y/n’s bedroom, probably sensing the anxiety linger around him the second she left.

Jisung had closed his eyes unknowingly when he shot them open by the sound of knocking. Y/n’s mother walked in with a tray that held a drink and some snacks meant for him. “We thought you might’ve wanted some refreshments.” She smiles, setting the tray on the nightstand for him. “Thank you ma’am.” Jisung said timidly, sitting up straight because he felt like it.

‘Why the fuck are you so awkward Han?’ He asked himself as he continued to look everywhere except at Y/n’s mom.

“You know,” she started of breaking the silence “she talks about you all the time.” “She does?” Jisung asked by surprise. “She does, you seem to be her favourite topic to talk about nowadays. Nothing else seems to be on her mind besides you and the wedding. Tell me are you two-“ “Dear, leave the poor boy be! Don’t mind her Jisung, she’s always like this.” The two were interrupted by Y/n’s grandmother who gave her daughter a stern look. “I just wanted to know if my daughter finally has a boyfriend or not.” She whined leaving the room like a little kid, causing grandmother to burst out in laughter, following after her to give Jisung his peace back.

It unfortunately didn’t last long. After trying not to giggle himself into madness by the idea that Y/n can’t get him off her mind, reality hit that he needed to break this off sooner than he hoped for.

He had to go home, guards were probably already searching all around for him and he didn’t wanted to drag his beloved into this mess. Rubbing his face in frustration he tried to figure out how to handle all of this, he knew he had to someday. He couldn’t continue running from this.

As soon as Y/n arrived home, he didn’t hesitate to announce that he had to go. Of course the three were bummed out, so was the young prince who had to face his responsibilities. “Already? Can’t you stay until dinner?” Y/n shot him her puppy eyes that he almost couldn’t resist. “I have to go home petal I’m sorry.” “Fine, I’ll fly you back. I’ll be back later! If I’m not home by dinner time, don’t wait for me!” Y/n yelled out, intertwining her fingers with Jisung’s as they flew out.

The warmth of her hand felt like it could rush through his veins, he felt a hint of adrenaline and anxiety in the air as they soared through the woods, not once letting each other go. Neither spoke the entire trip. Jisung didn’t wanted to know how his wedding was being prepared for him, he didn’t wanted to hear her enjoy working for a wedding she didn’t know that was meant for him.

When their familiar flower was in sight, he sensed tension in the air. He looked to his side to see if she noticed too, but she was oblivious to it as they blatantly stared at each other in silence. Before she could break the silence, she was pulled into his embrace. Her being hugged tightly to his chest, almost taking her breath away, causing her to giggle and slap his shoulders playfully in plead for air.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered.

Almost on que, he heard familiar strong and loud pairs of wings; royal guards. Jisung panicked and knew she had to leave immediately. Contemplating to confess his love right know and if it was the right time or to just disappear with her. He knew neither were a great option. Instead he grabbed her by the waist and pressed a kiss on her cheek. She froze at his sudden touch.

Jisung leaned in closer to her ear. “I’m sorry.” He repeated before carefully pushing her away with an aching heart. “What-“ “Go.” Jisung yelled in a whisper as the sound of flapping wings were getting closer. “What are you-“ “Do you feel something for me?” He had to know and he had to know now. “Jisung what-“ “Please tell mee Y/n.” He begged in desperation. “Yes I have feelings for you Sungie, I love you.” She whispered, whipping away tears that were rolling down his cheeks.

“Knowing that I can go in peace. I’m so sorry. I-“ He was cut off by voices this time and his anxiety was taking over him. “Hide! Go now!” The stressed tone in Jisung’s tone worried Y/n and she did what she was told to.

Jisung had turned his back to her as she fled, whipping his own tears this time. “Farewell my love.” Jisung whispered, in hopes that it was loud enough for her to hear, not knowing where she hid.

“Your Majesty! Where have you been! The kingdom has been looking for you for days!” A booming voice cut through the silence of the forest. “Have been wandering around the border, admiring this flower.” Jisung mutters, suddenly feeling his energy drain for his fairy body. “Must be a present from the Yellow Wood Kingdom and Your Majesty you are very well aware that no one is allowed to roam outside the boarder-“ “I know, I know. No need to lecture me. I bet my brother has a lot ready for me to nag about.” Jisung sighed in defeat. “The King indeed wants to speak to you immediately as soon as you were found. So, let’s go, it’s about your wedding probably.” The guards surrounded the young prince, in fear of him disappearing and them losing their jobs or heads.

Jisung tried to look back hoping for one last glance of Y/n, but she was out of his sight.

In reality, Y/n had hidden under the flower and camouflaged herself with ‘their’ supposedly flower. She had tears streaming down her face and had to sit down on a leave to form herself in a ball as she started to sob. Her heart ached and she felt led on.

To her shock the flower she was resting on starts to wither, as if all her pain drained the energy and love she had put into it. Sooner enough she yelped in pain as she fell off the withering flower. She now only could look up in despair as their beloved flower was nothing more than dull petals, all of its beauty and glory seemingly had faded along with Y/n’s strength.

With buckling knees Y/n got onto her feet and hurried her way through the woods. Thankful for the flowers that now only left a painful memory.

She had to go. She couldn’t stay. Neither could he.

Jisung was seated in front of the King like a little child, being washed over with scolding and tons of nagging.

His uncle could only look and worry for the young prince, he didn’t look well. Jisung’s colours were fading slowly, but the King was too busy making life hell for his brother as he continued to boom his voice through the room.

“Tomorrow! Six o’clock sharp! You are leaving to the Yellowwood Kingdom and you’re going to fulfil your deeds as a prince. Am I understood?” The King gritted through his teeth bitterly, having little mercy on his brother.

“Yes.” Jisung mutters lifelessly, tiredly.

“Get to packing I’d suggest, once you’re married we’ll send the rest of your stuff to your new palace.” The King turned his back on his brother, a sign for Jisung that he could finally leave.

Jaesang rushed to the boy when he noticed that Jisung wasn’t even able to stand up without support. After dragging the prince to his bedroom, he dropped him on his bed. In an instant Jisung curled up in a ball on his bed and hugged his bag to his chest as he cried his heart out.

“Unfair.” Was all Jaesang could hopelessly make out as he had watch the young boy break and fall into pieces.

The next morning, Jisung had somehow snuck out of his bedroom in the morning, rushing to the border, to their flower in hopes to see it one last time before leaving.

Unfortunately, the scene in front of him only added to his heartache. The sight of the withered flower told him enough. Alas there wasn’t any sign of Y/n either. Jisung tried to water the flower desperately, but it didn’t see to work. With the little energy he had left in his body he flew down and hugged the flower, somehow hoping that Y/n would receive it. Knowing fully well it doesn’t work like that.

The ride to his future kingdom was odd, he had never taken the ‘safe’ route before. He missed the flower path Y/n had grown for them. A secret path that had led them to each other, that had connected them.

The young prince had rested his head on his uncle’s shoulder, who was his only support right now. He had to beg his brother for his uncle to come along with him. Jaesang had to convince the king, but Jisung was glad he had at least one person who (still) cared for him by his side. Jisung was scared. Meeting new people always had scared him. He was taught to never trust anybody, well look how nicely that one turned out.

Meeting the princess was also nerve-racking. At the palace, he tried to be his usual cheerful self. It all seemed unnecessary, as she didn’t seemed to be interested in him at all. Neither was he, but at least he felt like he was putting a little bit of effort into this awful situation.

The pair were forced throughout the entire day to sit together, to get to know each other, to prepare themselves to look at their best when they would go out in public together.

Stories spread like wildfire. The entire kingdom sooner enough was talking about the young handsome and charming prince that Jisung had presented himself as.

The stories and rumours also landed onto the ears of a familiar fairy in this story.

Felix had fled to Y/n’s workplace as soon as he heard. From the narrative Y/n had cried out to him not too long ago, but who was now calmly working on the flowers of the wedding she had realised were Jisung’s.

“I suppose you have heard?” Felix hesitated, not knowing how she’d react talking about this. “I’ve heard.” She replied coldly. “Must’ve been a coincidence.” She mutters as she walked over to the rest of the flowers she had to work on. “Y/n, c’mon. You can’t tell me this is a coincidence! They described him exactly what your Jisung looked-“ “Felix… please. Stop.” His heart shattered and he mentally slapped himself for pushing her too far.

He watched her lean over the flowers, trying to hide the fact that she couldn’t stop crying. Felix sighed softly and brought his friend into his arms. Rubbing her back soothingly in hopes to comfort her.

“Want to spend the rest of the day together? I’ll help you work, since you need me right now.” Felix whispered into her hair. “Thank you Lix.”

“I’m sorry Your Majesty, I didn’t know.” Jisung bowed as apologise.

The young pair had spent the entire day together. Hours and hours forced of talking, getting to know each other. Princess Avery had seen the equal amount of unhappiness coming off from Jisung as it was coming off from her.

“Please call me Avery, we’re from the same rank after all. Besides, we’re talking just as friends right now, aren’t we?” Avery tried to shoot him a smile, but both were so unhappy in their current situation, it felt inappropriate.

“I should’ve known- no you should’ve known that there was a marriage, a life dotted out for us? I’ve known for years and for the longest time I’ve been sort of okay with it, until… it doesn’t matter I guess.” Jisung sighed as he laid down in the field of grass where the two can be found.

“Is there someone else your heart belongs to?” Avery asks carefully, looking down at him with sympathy.

“There was. I bet she doesn’t want to do anything with me. I fucked up quite badly.” Jisung admitted. “I suspected there might’ve been. No offense, you didn’t look too good when you arrived here.” She giggled when she heard Jisung laugh out of embarrassment.

“What if,” Jisung started off, breaking the comfortable silence “we spend less time with each other?” He offered. “We’ve got to know each other for only one day now Prince Jisung, am I boring you already?” She teased. “No, you’re absolutely lovely, but let’s be honest. We’re both miserable and we have someone else we want to be with rather than with one another. Besides, the girl that I messed up with lives in your kingdom.” Jisung said trailing off at the end. “I’ve never seen you here before… you snuck in didn’t you?” She grinned. “Don’t ban me from your kingdom princess, I have something to make up for with a special fairy.” She shook her head in disbelief and couldn’t help but smile.

“What do you say princess? Let’s see other people? Enjoy our last bit of freedom if can’t change our so-called destiny.” Sticking out his hand for her to shake to seal the deal. “Let’s do it.” Grabbing his hand with a smile.

“I think you should go find her, what’s her name?” Avery asked. “Y/n.” “Y/n Bellerose? The flower fairy? The same flower fairy that is decorating our wedding?” Avery exclaimed. “Do you understand now how badly I fucked up?” “Yeah, you messed up bad.” She laughed, dragging out her sentence to rub it in. “I’m going to look for her now. I’ll see you later.” He said with a whine and a pout stuck on his face, before he took off. “Good luck!” She yelled after him, before taking off herself.

The search for Y/n wasn’t necessarily hard, he knew where she could be. The confronting and apologising part was eating him alive.

He would find her at her workplace. He watched her through the windows of the shop, looking how she walked around, working hard.

“Y/n?” He called out in a small voice, not even noticing that he had already entered the shop. Her body froze for a moment at the familiar voice she used to love to hear. She looked up to him to see if her mind was playing games on her, but to her surprise she saw him standing before her. “Can we-“ “How can I help you… Your Majesty?” She muttered bowing politely, not wanting to draw attention to any possible eyes. “Y/n, please no-“ “Your Majesty, with all the respect. I am rather busy with a job for the royal family. If it’s not about my work, please leave.” She painfully manages to make out.

Her cold demeanour were like daggers to his chest. “Please Y/n, can we talk?” “I have to work. You know that.” She gritted through her teeth, shooting him a glare with her tear-filled eyes.

“Y/n…” He whispered out her name. He wanted to hold and comfort her, but the possibility to get caught was too big. “What do you want?” She whined out, tired and still hurt. “I am terribly sorry. I’m-“ “Why didn’t you tell me earlier?” Her voice failing her as she finally let her tears fall down. “I know! I should’ve have! But, you had no idea who I was when we met and I couldn’t find a moment or way to drop this kind of information onto you. I felt like a normal fairy who could just live his life. You weren’t intimidated to talk to me, because of this damned status I was born into. I didn’t wanted to ruin what we had, I’m deeply sorry.” Jisung stresses.

Y/n stayed quiet, trying to find the right words. She only could feel anger rising from her chest. “How long did you know?” “Pardon?” “For how long did you know that you were supposed to get married to someone else? Did you propose to her or-“ “No! Absolutely not! I don’t love her! We only just met-“ “How long Jisung.” Y/n cut him off harshly. “I always had known. My brother, the king, wouldn’t let me forget for as long as I remember.” He admitted.

Y/n scoffed and walked through the shop, trying to calm herself down from how furious she was becoming. “You led me on.” She gritted through her teeth. “Y/n, no please. I would never-“ “You knew! You knew you were getting married!” She cried out. “To someone I don’t even know let alone love!” Jisung shot back in defence. “That shouldn’t be an excuse.” She muttered out.

“It’s not. Please believe me it’s not. I want to chance all of this if I wanted to, but I can’t. I’m stuck with this damned title and destiny. I want to spend time with you! Princess Avery even agreed with me. She is as miserable in this situation as I am. Please believe me.” Jisung cried out as he fell down on his knees in front of her.

He truly was sorry for this entire mess. Y/n could see that. She saw the poor prince in front of her at her feet as he cried. As much as she wanted to continue be angry at him, her heart wanted to spend every possible second with him. “Get up Sungie, people will see.” She mutters whilst helping him back onto his feet. “Sungie?” He mutters out cutely in confusion. “I’m still mad at you, but I want to spend as much time with you as I still am able to. Or allowed to.” She whispers, whipping his tears away from his puffed cheeks.

“Thank you.” He mutters, pulling her in a quick embrace.

“Is there anything I can help you with! I can water the flowers! I can do that!” Jisung’s energy suddenly shot through the roof, causing her to giggle as she felt her own energy being refuelled again. “Are you even allowed to do this?” Y/n asked, a little worried. “Trust me, as long as my brother is far away from all this. It will be okay.”

Y/n had done a great job hiding Jisung in her shop whenever he came by to spend time with her. Weeks had passed and the two had a great time like they used to with one another. Jisung had been her helping hand and also a handful as he continued to mess with her during her shifts.

She was happy to have him by her side again. Felix was happy to see her well again, but she needed a reality check. “Do you seriously consider this safe?” He asked his best friend who has been running away from this conversation. “Felix please-“ “Y/n, he is a prince! I get that you want to spend time with him for as long as you can, but this isn’t safe! Not for him and neither for you! There are stories going around in the village of Jisung not spending enough time with the princess for some reason. What if they find out about you having feelings for him? One could bring one end to the other and the outcome possibly won’t be pretty for you.” Felix stresses, holding onto her hands trying to get through her.

“I don’t want you to end up somewhere horrible, only because you have feelings for someone you unfortunately shouldn’t have. I’m just looking out for you, you know that right?” Y/n nodded and let herself fall into her friend’s arms to cry at the reality she had to face.

Y/n has been starting to ignore and avoid Jisung as much as she could. She tried to work at unusual places as much as possible, in order to not be able to run into him. She wouldn’t know what to say. She knew what he’d say, he’d want her to fight against whatever is holding her back to stay the way they were. She wondered how he was doing, if he potentially was falling for the princess anyway. Y/n had met the princess multiple times and not once was she thrown off by Her Majesty. Her Majesty was charming and sweet. She was playful and intelligent. It was easy to fall for her charms and it was difficult to not fall in love with her.

She somewhere hoped that he’d fall for the princess, it would save him from troubles. They would be able to live the life they were destined to.

It hurt Y/n to imagine Jisung with someone else, but he was never supposed to be hers anyways.

In the two weeks that Y/n had been avoiding Jisung, she ran to Felix. They talked nonstop, him trying to consult her whilst she often cried her heart out. Jisung on the other hand, was stressed out of his mind. He didn’t know where she was, he couldn’t find her anywhere as if she had disappeared out of the realm. Which he truly hoped that she didn’t.

There was no way for him to contact her and he couldn’t just barge up to her family’s home to ask where she is as the entire kingdom now knew who he was. ‘They must be so disappointed.’ Jisung kept telling himself. He laid on his bed, his uncle at the desk working.

“Jisung, did you eat today?” His uncle asked. Jaesang had noticed Jisung’s health regress. Ever since the first day Jisung couldn’t find Y/n he had been devastated, two weeks of all that wasn’t doing him good.

“I don’t want to be a prince anymore.” Jisung sighed. “We talked about this-“ “You really haven’t found anything?” He cried out distressed. Only to receive a pitiful no from his uncle. “We have to go, you have another date with princess Avery.”

“You look awful.” Avery exclaimed when she arrived at the spot where they were supposed to meet. “Thanks.” He mutters, facing the ground. “I thought the two of you were doing well? A couple weeks back the two of you were little bundles of energy! “I thought so too, but I think she’s been avoiding me for some reason? I can’t find her to talk about it.” He sighed.

The night was still warm from the hot morning sun as the two sat in the garden together. “Avery?” Jisung muttered as they sat under the moon together. “Yes?” “Do you love me?” He asked carefully. “I guess I do, but not in the way I probably should.” She admitted, shooting him a small smile as she looked at him. “In what way do you love me then?” He continued to ask. “I love you like a friend, as someone who’s dear to me, but who I am not attracted to romantically.”

“Is there somebody who you love-love then?” Jisung’s question made her giggle, but she nodded truthfully. “It’s Hyunjin. Isn’t it?” “It is, for you it’s that Flower fairy, Y/n, right?” Jisung smiled brightly at the thought of her, but sighed when he knew as well as Avery that they would be wedded soon.

“I found her at least.” “Did you tell her how you felt about her?” She asked her friend. “No, I hadn’t had the courage, besides. I think she hates me.” He sighs in frustration. “We’ll get through this Jisung, I promise.” Avery assured him. “I suppose you heard about the human wanting to attack our realm?” “I-I did, I wanted to find Y/n to make sure that she was fine, but since I couldn’t find her...” He trailed off in a sad tone. “Have you gone to Felix’s place? I heard that the two were close. Felix is a Sun fairy, very sweet guy, gives us great summer days. I can give you his address, maybe he can help you-“ “Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!” Jisung hugged her tightly after receiving the address from her before taking off.

Felix was hesitant and confused to see the prince in front of his house. Not knowing how to act he guarded the door. “Have you seen Y/n- Do you even remember me? I’m Jisung from the-“ “Festival, yeah I remember Your Majesty.” Felix cut him off coldly. “She told you, didn’t she? Avery told me the two of you were close.” Jisung mutters under his breath.

“Is she here?” Jisung dared to ask carefully. “She’s busy-“ “Lixie! Look at the strawberries Lily gave to me!” Y/n who came in gliding through with two strawberries half of her size. She froze in shock to see Jisung in front of her, almost dropping the fruit she was holding. “I’ll take that, I’ll let you two be. I’m inside if you need me.” Jisung heard Felix whisper to her.

The silence was painful and unbearable.

“Y/n, I-“ ���Don’t come looking for me anymore.” Her words cold as ice as she avoided Jisung’s gaze. “What?” He exclaimed in confusion. “Look, we both know it will be the best if we just don’t see each other anymore. Staying out of each other’s lives will be the best for the both of us.” The words drained the life out of Jisung with the second. He felt his feet touch the ground and his wings slump behind him. “These past months have been a mistake Jisung, we can’t both deny it any longer. We first of all never should’ve met-“ “Y/n don’t say that.” Jisung begs.

“I never loved you. Never truly did, I think I only liked the idea of you.” Her heart aches.

Shattered, that’s what Jisung was. “Y-you don’t mean that do you?” Jisung stutters, the situation becoming suffocating to him. His heart ready to jump out of his chest to free itself from the aches it’s been receiving from the daggers that were Y/n’s words.

“I do mean-“ “Let’s run away together-“ Jisung winces when she cut him off. “I don’t want to run away Jisung.” She sighs.

“I love you.” He finally manages to make out. Something inside of him feeling uplifted.

“Lying isn’t a good look on you.” She gritted through her teeth. “It’s okay if you don’t love me, but just so you know that I do love you. More than you’ll ever know Y/n.” “I don’t want to see you anymore. You lied to me. You led me on. Why? What’s the point, was it fucking worth it?” She snarled in anger. “I thought that if I acted like it didn’t matter, that it wouldn’t. I never meant to hurt you.” Jisung only now noticed his crying when he felt his teardrops fall onto his hands that were shaking. Y/n didn’t show an emotion, not letting him read her. He didn’t know why she was suddenly acting like this. ‘Didn’t she mean the words she said that day?’ ‘Did she give me false hope?’

“Like I said before; don’t come looking for me anymore. I don’t want to do anything with you. Go fall in love with the princess like you’re supposed to.” She mutters coldly, walking inside Felix’s home only to leave Jisung’s crying figure outside the closed door.

Jisung continued to cry in his frozen state. He could see through the small window how Y/n hugged Felix and how badly he wanted to take his place. ‘Maybe she loved him all along? She probably did…’ ‘You were just something to take her mind off what she really wanted.’ A vile voice told him in his mind.

He saw them smile at each other. Him rubbing Y/n’s cheeks endearingly, pressing a soft kiss on one of them. Jisung forced himself to turn around and make the long way back to the palace in his drained and fainted state. Jisung didn’t acknowledge Y/n watching him fly away, looking at him in worry. The colours of his wings giving him away.

“Why’d you lie to him?” Felix asked in a whisper. “I wanted to scare him off, not break him apart!” She exclaimed, her eyes not leaving the weakened fairy who couldn’t get far quick. “I’m not going to lie Y/n, this wasn’t the best way to handle this if you’re so anxious about all this.” “I… I know…”

Jisung had a hard time flying back, having to take multiple breaks as his vision was blocked by his tears. He felt betrayed and angry, but he couldn’t be angry at her.

He lied first.

His heart was aching and his body gave up on him as soon as he reached the gates of the palace, dropping himself on the ground. Guards sprinted to him in order to help, assisting Jisung inside of the palace where people were already stressing and fleeing around to help with whatever the prince had.

“Bring him to his room!” Jisung could hear Jaesang yell as he was being carried around. Healing fairies and maids were rushing in and out of the room once Jisung was laid down on bed. The doctorate fairy was quick to recognise what Jisung was going through and informed Jaesang who had caught on the second Jisung was carried inside the palace.

“Please leave us alone.” Jisung whispered.

Jaesang thanked the staff as they let themselves out. When he turned back to Jisung, he was full on sobbing, folded in a ball, hand on his chest as he let out painful cries of heartache. “It hurts.” He cried out, opening his eyes to look at his uncle who couldn’t help but pity the young fairy. Jisung caught glance by accident and saw his awful state. ‘I must’ve given people heart attacks if they saw me like this.’ He thought to himself as he looked away from his reflection.

“What happened?” Jaesang finally asked.

“She has another.” Jisung believed. “She’s through with me and she said… she…” Jisung voice failing him as he started to cry again. “Y/n said what Jisung?” “She said she doesn’t love me. That she never did. That she only liked the idea of me. It’s my own fault.” He laughed out bitterly as he sat up to talk to his uncle as proper as he was able to.

“None of this is your fault-“ “It is! If I didn’t keep the truth from her! If I didn’t lie, maybe none of this would’ve happened.” Jisung cried out, letting himself fall back onto his bed again. “There is no possible way to be able to tell the future Jisung. Don’t be too harsh on yourself. I know you love her, so those words must’ve been a dagger to the heart.” Jaesang pitied. “Turn and twist it and maybe that’s what I feel right now.” The young prince sighed. “What will the king say?” Jisung stressed. “No worries, the staff won’t say anything I made sure of it and I think Princess Avery won’t mind being a helping hand with that.” Jaesang assured.

“Rest Jisung, all will be okay. I promise.”

Avery had rushed to Jisung’s room as soon as she was informed from one of the guards about Jisung’s state, Hyunjin’s fingers intertwined with hers.

They hurried their way to Jisung’s room who looked even worse than Avery, who also still hadn’t regained her colour and strength. Jisung’s body felt heavy and he couldn’t move his limbs in his own bed. He managed to turn his head towards Avery and Hyunjin who looked at him in shock. “What happened?” Avery asked, sitting next to her fiancé. “S-she…” He started, but his crying was stopping him from being able to form a normal sentence. “I saw you fly passed us, please. Maybe we can help you.” Avery tried, but Jisung shook his head.

“She has someone else.” Jisung cried out in pain, crying into Avery’s shoulder who was in shock by his statement. “What do you mean she has someone else?” She exclaimed, studying his face in hopes for a break of character. “I saw her, with that sun fairy.” He mutters sadly. “But you still love her, don’t you?” Jisung nodded and she brought him closer to her body. Hyunjin was standing behind her and watched her comfort her fiancé. The view hurt him, but now that he knew that Avery loved him, he felt at ease. Kind of.

“Jisung, I promise that I will do anything so that you and your fairy can be together. I’ll try anything to change this law for you.” She whispered to him, genuinely meaning her words. She turned around to Hyunjin who looked at her with a shocked expression.

“I will do it for you, for us.” She promised that day.

Jisung’s days consisted of being checked up by the doctors, staff and sometimes Avery. Then he’d stare up at the ceiling and wish for a different life.

Sounds like a dream, doesn’t it?

The king unavoidably heard of Jisung being sick and went to his daughter to ask about the prince as they were supposed to be a close soon-to-be married couple. Avery told her father that Jisung was ill and the king concluded out of that conversation, that Jisung might be in need of vitamin D. Who would be the best candidate for a job like that?

“Felix?” Jisung mutters out in confusion as he saw the freckled boy walking through the door. “Give His Majesty his vitamins and you’re good to go.” He could hear a guard say before closing the door, leaving the two be.

He followed Felix with his eyes and continued to stay silence. He felt too weak to be honest to even be able to start a conversation. The scene of him hugging Y/n and kissing her cheek played through Jisung’s mind as Felix did his work in silence. Jisung couldn’t find a reason to hate him. The freckles on his face are charming and complimenting to his face. His kind persona was drawing people towards him.

He could see why Y/n would chose him over him.

“I know you’re not in need of vitamin D Jisung.” Felix said out the blue. “Then why are you here?” Jisung whispers. “King’s orders.” Felix replied awkwardly. “I see.”

“There’s this girl that I like,” Felix said unexpectedly. “She’s very pretty and I’ve known her for a while, she helps plants grow by-“ “Please stop.” Jisung begged, not being able to hear Felix gush about his crush.

“You’re the Jisung Y/n used to talk about, right?” Felix knew the answer, he just wanted a confirmation. “I hope I am.” Jisung sighs out. “Have you ever received a cake or a painting from her?” “How’d you know?” Jisung wondered more than actually asking the freckled boy in front of him. “Y/n talked about your little meet ups before and I vaguely remember you from the ‘Spring Day’ festival.” Felix awkwardly muttered as he finished his job, leaving the prince stunned and confused in his room.

Felix soon after left and rushed home once he was outside of the palace gates. Hurried to see Y/n as she was in as bad of a state as he just saw Jisung in.

“Y/n?” He called out when he entered his house. He hurried to his bedroom when he heard her let out a pained groan. “How are you feeling?” He asked her, kneeling down next to the bed where she was laying. She felt cold under his touch, her grip weak as she tried to move his hand away.

“Y/n, this wasn’t a good idea.” He mutters whilst moving her hair out of her face. “I know! I realise that now. I just hope he’s better off. He’s a prince. Our worlds weren’t meant to meet in the first place.” She cried out in frustration, kicker her feet on the matrass. “You have to get better, you look like you’re at the end of your days.” He worried, holding onto her hand tightly. “Well, I’m sorry that I fell in love with someone who can never be mine. He is better off with her-“ “He’s not Y/n, he is in pain. He’s stuck in bed almost lifeless. I had to see him today, King’s orders to give him vitamin D with my powers, but trust me Y/n he didn’t needed sunlight.” Felix stressed.

Y/n could only look at him in shock, feeling and knowing that it was her fault. “Why’d you break his heart when you love the guy?” Felix didn’t receive a proper answer, she cried into his hands, feeling helpless and guilty.

“I thought- hoped that this would be the best way. I hoped that he would easily move on and be scared off by my words. I didn’t think it’d hurt him this badly.” She cried out. “Did you tell him about me being like this?” She added. “No, but I think I might tomorrow. They asked me to come back again to give him another doses of vitamins.”

Felix was panicking when he was left alone with the young prince. The guards hadn’t done a great job on their surveillance when it came to the prince’s health condition, as Jisung’s wellbeing was worsening by the second.

Jaesang had entered the room after hearing the distressed calls that came from Felix, who was clueless at the what to do. The adult had seated himself next to Jisung to calm him down, as his dearest prince was suffering in cold shivers. Drops of sweat rolling down his face as he groaned in agony. “Is there anything I can help with?” Felix asked in a small voice. “Thank you for your concern Felix, but I don’t think this problem will be able to be solved with your abilities.” Jaesang sighed whilst looking away from the prince, his heart aching by the sight next of him.

His eyes fell onto a familiar book that was placed on a nightstand. “I have to admit your Majesty,” Jaesang started in a formal matter out of nowhere. “I’ve come across the notes inside you notebook.” He admitted whilst reaching out for it. “Oh.” Was all Jisung weakly could make out. Jisung wasn’t sure why Jaesang brought up the notebook.

Yet, Jaesang knew what he was doing.

“You really seemed to be happy back in Blue Acre, weren’t you Your Majesty.” Jaesang questioned, receiving a small nod from the prince. “I failed to notice during our times at Blue Acre that someone has caught your eye, I guess I’m not that great of an uncle I suppose.” Jaesang chuckled to lightened the mood, but when he eyed Jisung he saw how distressed he looked and how confused he must be at him bringing this all up.

“Jisung, don’t you think it’d be smart to ensure that this notebook is somewhere secured? It’d be a shame if someone would find out about all this personal information. Jisung let out a hum in agreement and tightened his eyes shut as he moved in pain, trying to get comfortable somehow.

“I’ll come back with your meal after I fly Felix out.”

Jaesang had grabbed Felix by the arm with his free hand as they moved out of the bedroom into the wide hallways of the castle. “I know Y/n is working right now on the wedding-“ “I’m sorry, what?” Felix stammered in confusion. “I’m well aware that you know or at least have a gut feeling what’s going on between His Majesty and your friend, Y/n. I also know that you’re well aware that Jisung doesn’t need extra sunlight.” “Then why am I here?” Felix asked carefully.

Jaesang brought the book to the sun-fairy’s face that he had been holding onto. “What…” “I need you to give this to Y/n. I don’t know what happened between Y/n and Jisung exactly, he never wrote that down, but I need her to read this.” Jaesang muttered. “Is Jisung okay with this?” Felix worried. “Probably not, but what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him. Not much more can be added to the state he already is in currently.” Felix winces at Jaesang’s harsh words, knowing he was probably right before he took the notebook from his hands.

“Is there no option for Jisung to give this to Y/n himself?” Felix asked in an angry matter. Deep inside he was angry at the prince for not fighting for his friend that deserved all the love in the world. He wished Jisung had done that, but at his current state he was pretty sure what the answer would be from Jaesang.

“His Majesty isn’t even able to sit up straight or to eat without assistance. I don’t think he’s able to face this hardship. Would you please do this for me?”

Felix nodded and bowed with courtesy, before leaving.

Jaesang rushed with food from the kitchen back to Jisung’s bedroom where he found the prince onto his feet, somehow. Jisung was caught hunched over his dresser, holding onto it for dear life as his weakened body tried to hold itself together. Jaesang hurried over to the prince in time as he caught Jisung’s limp body in his arms. “I know she’s working on the wedding.” Jisung mutters into his uncle’s bicep that he was gripping in order to not fall.

“I want to see her…” He cried out softly. “I miss her.” He added.

Jaesang had gotten a glimpse of her when he had made his way to the kitchen to retrieve Jisung’s meal. She looked weak and by the looks of her not flying gave her wellbeing away. Jaesang wished there was an easy outcome for the two so that they wouldn’t suffer any longer. He looked down at Jisung who was smiling madly, he was slowly losing it. The smile soon turned into soft sobs, whilst his legs weren’t able to hold his weight any longer.

“I’m sorry Your Majesty.”

“Lix?” Y/n called as she walked through the door.

She had expected Felix to wait for her at the palace since they went there together. With an exhausted look spread onto her face she eyed her best friend sitting on her couch, staring at an unknown book laid in his hands.

“I thought we were going home together.” She said repeating her thoughts. “Felix?” She called out to get her friend’s attention. Instead of answering her, he held the book with his outstretched hand for her to grab.

“What’s this?” Y/n questioned as she inspected the cover of the book, searching for any trace of familiarity. “I saw Jisung today-“ “Felix, please. We’ve talked about this.” She sighed, placing the book on a shelve behind her to walk away from the confrontation. “His advisor has given me this book and you need to read it.” Felix urged. “Felix we can’t just-“ “Y/n! Just read the fucking book!” Y/n startled at her friend’s loud voice. Felix noticed her frozen state and sighed to himself in disappointed. “I’m sorry.” He whispered to her as he rubbed her arms in comfort, tears threatening to spill from her eyes any second from now. “I know you don’t want to know anything that has to do with Jisung and even though I don’t want to see you hurt. Please read the book. It’s none of my business, so don’t ask me to read it out for you.” “Felix…” she whined, not ready for any form of confrontation.

Before she could argue against her best friend’s urge, he had already left the room. Y/n took a deep breath and set down as her shaking hands held the notebook. She didn’t know what to expect and scanned the pages rather quick, too scared to find out what the content within the book held.

‘…she hasn’t noticed my colour fade. That’s good I suppose.’ The sentence caught her eye and she checked the date out of curiosity. The day it was written dated back six months from now. Her teary eyes scanned the page as she read the words he wrote.

‘…I know I should tell her, but I don’t know how.’ ‘…she makes me feel such an overwhelmingly kind of warmth whenever I’m with her! I think I finally found a place to call home…’

Endearing words kept appearing, but the more pages she turned, the harsher his words were getting. ‘Stop fucking up.’ ‘You’re going to ruin everything.’ ‘Why can’t you just tell her you love her, you fucking dastard.’

“He really…” She whispered out on shock. With hurry she turned more pages, only to find more pleads Jisung had written to himself to confess his love. ‘…I love her so much it hurts. Why can’t it be her? Why can’t it be Y/n? Why can’t I just love her?’

Her heart ached at the painfully written words. She loves him, she was certain of her feelings. The feeling of guilt overwhelmed her as she remembered doubting him in his feelings and for pushing him harshly aside. Remembering the heart-breaking sight of Jisung finally confessing his love to her, only for her to take the words and throw them to the side not even seconds later.

Y/n’s head started spinning and her muscles weakening, letting the notebook slip out of her grip. Soon her body hits the wooden floor and a worried Felix re-entered the room. He cupped her face into his hands, crying out at her unconscious body, pleading for her to wake up. Y/n’s skin colour had faded drastically and Felix knew he had to take urgent measurements.

When he couldn’t get her to wake up he snaked his arms around her body and carried her close to his chest, whilst he hurried his way to the only place and fairy he thought that could help: Jaesang.

Felix had pleaded to the guards to let him through, still holding his best friend protectively to his chest. Jaesang had hurried outside and ordered the guards in anger to let him through, looking at the hopeless fairy who was holding an unconscious body. After being brought to a free room in the palace Y/n was treated by the royal medical team. Felix waited for the medical fairies to wake his friend as Jaesang sat by his side.

“I assume she has read his notebook?” Jaesang asked the shaken figure next to him. “I think she did, I think I remember seeing it on the floor before I hurried here.” Felix sighs. “I had no idea it would’ve had such an impact on her, otherwise I-“ “No, you had the best intentions and I think this had to happen eventually. She’s been pale for such a long time and she’s far to weak to even be able to fly! She walked home this afternoon, after she was done working in the palace.” He exclaimed worriedly.

Before they could continue with their conversation, the two were called in to see Y/n who had fortunately gained consciousness again.

Y/n groaned as the air was knocked out of her lungs when Felix threw himself into her arms. “Y/n my dear, we haven’t met properly yet. But I’ve heard nothing but great things about you.” Jaesang started carefully as he sat on the side of the bed. “I won’t overload you with information as you only just now have regained consciousness, but there is something I really need you to know.” Y/n kept quite as her tired eyes looked at him, waiting for him to continue. “You’ve made Jisung’s life so much brighter. You’ve planted a seed, nurtured it and let it grow for it to blossom into something beautiful. He really does love you my dear. He truly does. If he could wish for anything right now he wished to be with you. I know it might sound hard to believe, but he loves you so much. He loves you so deeply that he’s been ill these past months. He has been trying to hide it, but everyone in the palace knows that he truly does not want to marry the princess. He really doesn’t Y/n.”

Y/n had tears streaming down her face as she listened to Jaesang. “I love him too.” She cried in a whisper, hugging Felix who hadn’t left her side. “I know you do my dear and I feel terribly sorry that you were in this position where you had to participate in arranging a wedding that was meant for him and someone else.” Jaesang added.

“She’s so lovely though.” Y/n sniffed. “I wonder how he could not love her, she seems to be amazing.” She added. “I’ll tell you another secret my dear, our beloved princess also has another she wishes to be with. The princess and Jisung were both put into this arranged marriage without choice. It truly is a shame.” Y/n felt somewhat relieved that the princess didn’t fall in love with Jisung, she knew she wouldn’t stand a chance against actual royalty.

Jaesang continued to comfort Y/n and started to tell stories about Jisung and the times Jaesang had caught the young prince daydreaming about the flower fairy. “…there was also this time where the entire day he had been absent minded, wanted to be locked inside of his room. My first suspicions were that he had gotten into a fight with his brother for the umpteenth time. Yet it turns out to be the case where Jisung had been sat onto his bed all day, staring at a painting he had received the other day.” Jaesang said with a grin on his face, whilst eyeing the flower fairy who hid her face shyly, knowing exactly what painting he was talking about.

“He-“ “Jaesang!” All the attention shifted from the conversation to the guard who had burst into the room. “Prince Jisung is nowhere to be found!” He panted.

In the time Jaesang was comforting Y/n and Felix about the situation. Jisung had heard a colourless flower fairy was brought into the palace for urgent medical care. A boost of adrenaline had brought strength to Jisung’s body as he rushed out of his room, where he had spend the past week laying weakly in his bed.

He had ran outside, to his surprise without anyone noticing. He was still feeling quite delirious, yet eager to find her. Jaesang, Felix and many palace guards were out to search for Jisung. Jisung had found himself on an unknown part of the palace. His head was spinning and the adrenaline had been fading, his knees buckled weakly before he fell down onto them.

“Sungie?” A weak voice caused him to look up. He had doubted his mind just now, thinking he must’ve gone mad, that she couldn’t be here at the palace. Yet, here she was standing in front of him.

“Y/n-“ He shrieked in fear when he watched her drop to his knees in a similar way he did just now. He crawled to her figure that was trying to hold herself up. Sitting in front of her he placed her head on his thighs. Jisung cupped her face with one of his hands and caressed her cheek with his thumb.

“What are you doing here?” He whispered to her whilst brushing her hair with his hands. “Felix brought me here, I passed out he said.” She admitted. “I mean this in the best way possible petal, but you look horrible.” Jisung murmured as he inspected her features. The Y/n he knew had bright shining eyes and her being emitted light. “Thanks Sungie.” She chuckled softly.

She had turned her body so that she was now looking up at him. He had been looking down at her with endearing eyes, he had missed her so much. “I love you Y/n.” The words made her heart flutter, hearing the three words finally come out of his mouth. “I love you so much and I loathe the fact that I can’t just be with you. I would trade the world to be with you. I would rather wear a crown made out of flowers than one that contains the realm’s most precious diamonds. I would turn my life upside down if that means I get to be with you. If that could make me love you like you’ve deserved all this time.”

“You are my sunshine, my only sunshine You make me happy when skies are grey You'll never know dear, how much I love you Please don't take my sunshine away”

She sang in a weak voice.

The sun was slowly setting as the last golden rays of sunshine hit their faces. Jisung had shifted his position and laid down next to her. His hand still cupping her face as she rested her head on his chest. Jisung pressed a soft kiss into her hair as he held her tighter to his body. She blushes as she looked up from him and he took this as a chance to cup her face again and press his lips onto hers. He moved slightly so that he was hovering above her whilst holding her body as close as possible to his. She moved her lips in sync with his as she grabbed his collar, ran her hands through his hair and embraced him lovingly.

The pair was out of breath, lips plump and sore from kissing and their eyes never leaving the other’s. “I promise you that I will do everything in my power to be with you.” “Sungie…” “Don’t try to change my mind petal, I want to spend the rest of my life with you. We might be young and this might sound a little hasted, but I’m so sure. I’m so certain about you and my feelings that have grown because of you, for you.” She pulled him down to hide her flustered state.

“I love you Sungie.”  She murmurs into the crook of his neck. “I love you too petal.”  

“Do you understand in how much trouble you have to be in for me to actually travel all the way here to beat your fucking ass?” The Blue Acre king yelled at his younger brother as soon as they locked eyes.

Y/n squealed in surprise by the booming voice that had filled the throne room, where she, Jisung and the royal family were seated. Jisung instinctively grabbed her hand and soothed her with his touch.

“Jisung you’re coming with me, this is none of their business.” The other king didn’t even spare the royal family a glance as he had already made his way out of the door. Waiting outside for the young prince he started a familiar shouting match with his brother.

Palace guards were ordered to leave the scene as the two brothers continued to nag each other’s head off. “Why can’t you just do your fucking job as a prince? Are you that incapable?” “Maybe I fucking am and maybe that’s why I step down from my title!” Jisung shouted back, shocking his brother. “You… what?”

“Listen, if I have to marry a princess only because I am a prince, then I don’t want this title anymore-“ “Then what do you think you will be doing? Where do you think you’ll be living?” The king taunted him. “It doesn’t matter where I’d be. I would rather stray on the streets, living the best days of my life. Instead of being locked in a palace like I’ve been for the past decade, being miserable by mostly you and your absentness. I’ve told you before how you’ve been acting every since mom and dad’s death, I don’t think I have to repeat that.”

The king kept quiet, with crossed arms he glared at his younger brother speechlessly. “I know you want me to do all these things to be a good royal, but we both know that I’m not. I want to see more of the realm and meet new people. I know mom and dad have worked hard to give us the best life they could, but I’m not meant to be a prince. You and I both know that. My dear brother, I will be officially stepping down form my title. I am not marrying the princess and I will love Y/n even if it’s the last thing I’ll do, I know mom and dad would’ve wanted me to. I hope one day we can reconcile.” Jisung said to his brother before walking away.

One day they would come to terms, but Jisung knew this would be the best choice. He had always dreamt of living a simple life and falling in love with someone naturally. He saw Y/n zoned out in the hallway, where she was waiting for him. Ever since the first kiss they shared the two had regained their colours and strength through time. They thought that their bodies would be bursting with an adrenaline-like rush, equivalent to the heart-wrenching love stories they read in books.

The non-prince smiled to himself at the sight of her. It felt as if a burden had fallen off his shoulders and took a deep breath before he flung himself onto her. Another surprised squeal left Y/n’s throat as she was pulled into an embrace. “Did you talk it out with you brother?” She asked carefully. He turned her around and shook his head ‘no’ with a bright smile on his face, causing her to give him a confused look. “I’m not marrying the princess.” He states with a smile. “What? But how?” She exclaimed, trying to hide her excitement. “I’m stepping down from my title.” He dumps the information on her as if it’s nothing.

“Jisung, what?” She gasped, absolutely not expecting that answer for him. “Before you’re going to argue with me petal, I have to tell you this. I’m a horrible prince. Not in a bad sense, but I’m not fit for this life. I want to live a simple life and fall in love naturally and be with that person without any restrictions. I’ve been wanting to step down form my title for the longest time and me wanting to be with you gave me the strength and the certainty to make that choice! I came to realisation that I truly am not meant for this lifestyle. Besides, I love you and I want to be with you. I told you, even if I have to turn my life upside down to be with you, I would do it. Petal, I did it.”

“So, you’re telling me you’re throwing your royal life away to be with me?” She mumbles loud enough for him to hear. “Is that all you got out of that story?” He whines whilst laughing. “I’m sorry Sungie, this is all just so surreal.” “I’m sorry too petal, I’ve caused you a lot of pain these past months. But I have all the time of the world now, let me make it up to you. I promise you won’t regret it.” The youngster smirked. “Fine, but only because I love you.” “I love you too petal.” He whispered before kissing her softly.

Before they knew it, they were attending a wedding.

Not Jisung’s, but the princess’ and Hyunjin’s wedding.

“From this day forward, the law of mixed ranks relationships will be changed. We have chosen to trust out citizen. We shall speak further about the changes later, but that will take place after the wedding.” The princess announced before she focused her attention to her almost-husband. The citizen were already cheering and they hadn’t even said their ‘I dos’ yet.

But when they did and shared their first kiss as a married couple, they could feel the joyful energy coming from the cheering citizen. The princess had her arms wrapped around Hyunjin’s next, as he pulled her closer with his hands that rested on her waist.

Jisung and Y/n were seated next to each other, proud to be the couple’s bridal party.

A party unfolds within the kingdom, the newlyweds busy dancing and partying with their loved ones around them. Y/n was receiving compliments from left to right about her floral arrangements. Jisung was watching her proudly from the side-line, waiting for the right moment to steal her away from the crowd.

He took a deep breath and turned to his side to see the newlyweds shoot him a couple of thumbs up, making Jisung exhale in hopes to calm himself down. He made his way to Y/n, fingers fiddling anxiously.

“Ladies, may I steal my beloved petal for a moment?” Jisung smiles as he had wrapped his arm around her waist. “Oh! What a sweet fairy you are, of course you may. You must’ve been dying to talk to her, we’ve been chatting for ages about her masterpieces.” The aunty sings, causing Y/n to hide her shy state in Jisung’s chest. “She can’t take compliments all too well, I’ll take care of her.” Jisung teases, before he greeted the aunties goodbye.

“Better?” Jisung presses a kiss on the side of her head, as they sat on the wall of the kingdom’s border. He knew that social events could be overwhelming for her, he shared the same feelings. So, stealing her away to a quieter place was the perfect moment to carry out his plan.

“Petal?” He sings out softly. “Yes Sungie?” She looked up from his shoulder where she was resting her head on. “I have something for you.” He states as he stands up. Before she could ask her eyes filled with happy tears as he knelt down on one knee. He held a ring in one hand as the other wiped away the tears that were streaming down her face. “Sungie…” She whines whilst continuing to cry.

“May I do my say petal? I’ve prepared a whole speech, but not going to lie. I’m shaking in my boots, because I’m so nervous. Yet, here goes nothing.” He ranted apprehensively.

“My beloved petal, even though we met by coincidence. I truly believe that we are made for each other. I want you to know how deeply I cherish you. I’ve never met a person so interesting, loving and caring as you. You made me feel safe and at home. I fell so hard for you it scared me, but I am so certain of my love for you I would love to spend the rest of our lives together. Even if this may all seems to be going too fast, I’ve already stepped down from my title and I am down on one knee right here, right now. So, my beloved petal. Would you make me the happiest fairy and become my wife?” He asked as she was nodding her head ecstatically.

“Yes! Yes! A hundred times yes!” She cries out, tackling him in a hug. Jisung yelped by the ticklish feeling that came form the kissing Y/n was peppering onto his face. They both sat up as Jisung slid the ring onto her finger. The pair locked eyes and looked at each other lovingly.

Jisung had cupped both sides of her face as he leaned in for a kiss. Both of their bodies were filled with a warm comforting feeling, it was almost overwhelming. They felt their skins glow as a soft rumbling around them erupted. They both pulled away to see flowers rise from the ground at high speed.

White carnations surrounded them, on the inside and on the outside of the kingdom’s wall. “Pure love.” Y/n whispered in wonder. “What was that my love?” Jisung asked. “White carnations, they represent pure love.” She mutters shyly, realising the flowers bloomed because of them. “Aw, you love me that much petal? Couldn’t you wait until the wedding to grow the flowers?” Jisung teases. He yelped soon enough when he got jabbed in the side by her, before being hugged right after.

“When did you even plan all of this?” Y/n asks in awe as she admired the ring that fitted perfectly. “During the time where I was moving all my stuff from my home to here, I brought this ring along. My brother had no obligation with me taking it and giving it to you, as it is our mother’s ring.” He started.

“Jisung! I… I can’t take this-“ “Please, petal. It belongs to you now. It suits you. Besides, I feel like my mother would’ve loved for you to have this.” He admits whilst admiring her. “And to continue telling you how I planned this. All I have to say is, I need to thank Jaesang and the newlyweds. I was terribly nervous!” He cried out. “Why? Did you really think I was going to say no to your cute face?” She giggled. “No… I was sure I was going to mess this all up.” He chuckled, his cheeks turning the colour of a red rose.

“I can’t wait to start a life with you. A normal, simple life with just you and me.” Jisung’s imagination was running wild. They would build a home together, filled with flowers and plants. He was certain to be able to wake up next to her every day. Her face being the first thing he starts his day with and the last thing he would see before he goes to sleep. He couldn’t wait for that life to begin.

“Will you make that dream I longed so long for come to life with me?” He asks. “Only if you will live in my green house.” She giggles jokingly. “You know I would do anything for you petal.” He smirks as he leans in for a kiss, which she warmly accepted.

Their lives have only just begun and with the love the two have for each other, they just knew it would be like a dream.

A dream come true.

And so, they lived happily ever after.

The end.

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MARVEL AU: Han Jisung (Stray Kids) as Squirrel Girl Boy

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jaded || 2

bang chan x fem!reader

a/n: here is part two of jaded, and hope you guys enjoy. still don’t know how many parts this will have so in the mean time I’m just going with the flow. feedback is greatly appreciated! - RR

if there was one thing you’d wish you could be doing right now, you’d wish you were in bed instead of hearing your psychology teacher’s voice, reading the information that was on the powerpoint. you looked down at your watch, seeing that you only had about a couple minutes left until your class was over. but the way your professor spoke slowly made time more dreadful for you.

sure, you could have just walked up and left. but not when you had a test coming up and needed to take notes from the information she was providing for the class. you just wished she would be more enthusiastic when lecturing instead of simply reading off what was on the board. then maybe you would have enjoyed the class a little bit more. but that was college for you.

letting a small yawn, minho had looked at you smirking. “y/n? yawning in class?” he whispered. “this isn’t like the little miss perfect I know.” minho teased. you glared are him, reaching over to pinch his arm. he slightly winced. “I’m tired of you hurting me.”

you said nothing, continuing to write your notes. minho on the other hand listened. he knew you’d always just end up sharing your notes with him. “alright and that is it, don’t forget about your upcoming test on friday.” your professor said, dismissing the class. you gathered up your belongings, zipping up your bag as minho waited for you. it was your last class of the day so you were quite ready to go home. “hey, come over.”

you looked up as you began to stand from your chair. “for what?”

“so we can study. and for you to let me copy your notes.” he grinned.

“just say you wanna have a study date with me, minho.” you smirked, patting his shoulder. there was nothing more that you loved than to mess with minho.

he gave you a disgusted look. “ew, no offense to you but you’re not my type, y/n.”

“offense taken.” you joked. “but anyways, I’ll come over. but you’re buying dinner. you know, since you owe me one.”

minho rolled his eyes at you as the two of you walked out of the campus and into the parking lot. “yeah, yeah. hand me your keys.”

you did as he said, handing over the keys of your car. that’s how it always was with you two. minho driving you around in your car. he knew your dislike in driving and he also did it because he always said how much of a bad driver you were. which you didn’t understand, minho drove more reckless than you did.

you remember when the both of you got your driver’s license at sixteen. it was quite funny that minho had passed on his first try when you had failed. he rubbed it in your face for as long as you could remember.

when you entered minho’s home, you had messaged your father about your whereabouts and that you would probably be home late. “where’s your mom?”

minho shrugged. “probably visiting my grandma or something. she didn’t mention anything to me.”

you plopped yourself right on minho’s couch, opening up your bag to take out your notes from psychology. minho sat on the floor in front of you as you passed your notebook to him. he began to write some things down until dropping his pen on his notebook. “and I’m bored.”

“lee minho, this is part of studying of course you’re bored but there’s nothing you can do.” you wacked him on his head. “continue the notes. or better yet. let me make you some flash cards.”

sometimes minho always needed the little extra push of motivation. you knew minho never wanted to continue after high school which is why he never cared for classes or tests. but with you, you made sure to help him out. minho was smart though. but he would rather be doing other things than school.

he thought it was a waste of time since he was only doing basic classes. but at least it was something and that’s what you told him. you did everything you could to help him out to not give up so easily.

“okay, well while you do that I’ll use the bathroom.” minho quickly ran off and just as he did so, the doorbell rang. “minho!”

“can you get it please!”

you groaned before standing up to answer whoever was at the door. only to be met with no other than chan himself. he raised his eyebrows when seeing you open the door. “didn’t expect to see the princess here.”

“you know I have a name.” You narrowed your eyes at him. “you can use it.”

chan only chuckled, ignoring you. “is minho here?”

“no.” “yes.”

you heard minho say from behind you. he got in front of you to greet chan and made him come inside. the two sat themselves on the couch while you went ahead and started on minho’s flash cards again. “what are you two up to?”

“studying.” you answered. which ended up being quite difficult to do. especially with minho and chan being awfully obnoxious. instead it was just you going over the flash cards that were suppose to be for minho. he didn’t pay any attention and if anything no studying was done with him.

you were a little irritated at the fact that the study date with minho was a complete fail. and this time you really had chan to blame. maybe minho too. “hey, why don’t we go out?” chan suggested. minho was quick to agree. “yeah! we should also grab a bite to eat. I promised y/n I would.”

“then lets go!” chan was quick to make his way to the door while minho waited for you to get up. “I’ll pass.” your words made Minho’s face drop. “minho I- we have a test that we should really be studying for.” you looked over at chan, him staring back at you. “but it seems like you don’t care, so I’ll just go home and study on my own.”

“oh, come on y/n!” minho exclaimed. “we still have a couple of days left until that test. we can always study tomorrow.”

you shook your head. “no, I know how you are. that’s not happening.” you grabbed your stuff ready to head out the door. you were passing chan and the two of you had locked eyes. “does the princess not know how to live a little?” he chuckled, which caused your blood to boil as soon as the words left chan’s mouth. “I do actually but not the way you do.” you snapped. clinging onto your backpack, you shoved his shoulder with his own. it made chan chuckle. “if you must go then I guess we can’t make you stay. I’m sure your daddy wouldn’t approve of this anyways.”

“leave my dad out of this.” you turned back to glare at him. minho could sense your change of attitude and went straight to your side. “okay, okay.” he said. “let’s just get something to eat and then you can go home.” minho had slightly pushed you out the door, chan following behind. “no-“

“you’re going.” minho cut in, taking your wrist and fully dragging you outside of his home. chan was following behind. you lifted a brow when noticing minho was walking past your car. “we’re not taking my car?”

“no, let’s walk instead.” minho insisted. which only caused you to want and drag him back. minho had already sensed how you were beginning to feel, so he tugged on you. “y/n, you have nothing to worry about.”

“thanks for the food.” chan said happily, patting his stomach. “next time it’s on me. you can come too princess.” he said, looking straight at you with a wink.

you frowned at him. “no thank you. I’ll pass.” the more time you spent with chan, made you dislike him a little bit more than before. and it all started with that night at the police station. but it definitely amused chan to mess with you.

minho only chuckled from seeing you frown. checking the time on your watch and seeing how dark it was outside now, you looked up at minho. “it’s getting late, I should go home now.” knowing you had school in the morning too.

“10pm is late for you?” chan snorted.

“yes when I have class in the morning.”

“or because daddy doesn’t want you out late.”

you rolled your eyes, scooting out of the booth that you sat in and began making your way out the restaurant with the two boys following behind. minho had caught up to you, swinging an arm around your shoulders. “I’m sorry.” he whispered in your ear. he knew you were upset the study date turned into a fail. you sighed, “it’s fine minho. but thanks for the food.” you were only in the mood to just go home and minho could sense that too.

except for chan. he had other plans when the three were passing by a closed park. he called out to minho and the boy instantly knew what chan was thinking. “let’s go here.” he said dragging you with him. you tried to stop him, but minho was too strong for your liking. “the gate has a lock, minho we can’t be here.”

“we won’t be here for long.” he told you.

“okay, well I’m not entering. plus how are you even going to go in?”

somehow while you were talking, chan had managed to pick on the lock on the gate and opened the door. “you were saying what now, princess?” he smirked.

the two had entered but you decided to stay back, shaking your head. “not happening. I’m leaving minho, with or without you.”

“y/n!” he called out to you when seeing you walk away. he rushed out the park and grabbed your wrist. “y/n, come back. you’re not going to be walking alone in these streets. especially at this time-“

“then let’s go! why are you doing this?” you said, motioning your hand in chan’s direction. “is someone scared?” chan joked. you only glared at him, not wanting to speak with chan at all. now, you could actually say you were quite annoyed with minho for the most part. you were going to say something to him but another voice had caught the three of you off guard.

“well what do we have here again?” the voice said, and who it belonged to came into view. the boy was smirking and he wasn’t alone either. having two others by his side. minho was quick to grab you and hid you behind him, while chan had gotten back to you two.

and by the looks of it, you could tell they already knew each other. “what do you want, changbin?” chan questioned, his tone now sharp. you gulped a little, trying to hide yourself as much as possible behind the two boys. you never been in such a situation before that you felt yourself getting nervous each second that passed.

feeling your heartbeat speed up, you clinged onto minho’s arm. he was one to never let anything bad happen to you and usually kept you away when it came to situations like the three of you were currently in. he knew how scared you would get and he definitely knew your father wouldn’t like the idea of his daughter getting into danger.

“you know what I want.” the boy, who you learned was named changbin, said to chan. he had an intimidating stare at said boy. “and I told you I’ll have it as soon as I can.”

“well that’s taking a little too long for my liking.” changbin tsked. “I’m sure you don’t want another repeat of the other night, now do you?”

you immediately knew what changbin was talking about. so these were the ones who attacked them, you thought. you swallowed hard when seeing the other three come closer. you didn’t know what exactly they were capable of. and whatever chan owed them, they sure seemed very serious about “minho.” you softly whispered while tugging on his arm a little tighter.

your stomach churned when changbin’s eyes had darted to you and he immediately smirked at you. “oh, looks like you have some company.”

“she’s cute.” he chuckled.

“hey, we don’t want any trouble.” minho said. “not in front of her.”

that made changbin laugh even more. “is she your girlfriend or what, lee minho?” of course minho telling him that only made changbin want to cause trouble. minho shook his head. changbin making eye contact with both guys on his side. they already knew what changbin was thinking and one came forward in chan’s direction, throwing in a punch at him. chan was quick to react and dodged him, punching him back.

“y/n, run.” minho pushed you away when the other boy came towards minho’s direction, ready to throw punches as well. but you stood there frozen, how were you just supposed to leave your best friend in that situation? you standing there distracted minho as he looked back at you and got punched in the face. “minho!” you cried, when seeing some blood beginning to drip out of his nose.

“y/n, fucking run!” he shouted at you when seeing changbin go to where you were standing. minho was frustrated at you to say the least. you saw changbin coming closer to you, and that’s when you finally made a run for it.

you felt awful leaving minho, even leaving chan to defend themselves. but there wasn’t much you could do. and you knew yourself there was no way you could actually help them with the two other guys. “don’t run, baby. we’re just getting to know each other!” his words made your skin crawl as you ran. you hid around some small bushes when you went out of sight from changbin, trying to calm yourself down and not make any noises when changbin had passed you without noticed where you sat on the ground.

your heart was beating way faster than before and all you wanted was for minho to pop up out of nowhere now. and you definitely wished you were home where you could be safe and sound.

thinking the close was clear and you could finally go back to minho and chan, you began crawling away as quietly as you could. you were still on edge with everything.

but right as you were crawling, a pair of shoes came right in front of you, making you stop your moments. looking up, your blood ran cold when seeing it was changbin looking down at you with an evil looking smile. “found you.”

you tried moving away from him as fast as you could, but you had no luck whatsoever. you were only a few feet away from him when changbin grabbed ahold of your hair and dragged you back down to the floor.

you ended up hitting your face against the sidewalk pretty hard, causing you to ache in pain. minho looked back at you once hearing your screams. “y/n!” he continued to throw punches towards the other guy, while chan looked back to see changbin’s hold on you. without a second thought, chan ended up throwing one last punch and knocking out the other guy cold.

he ran to your direction, “get away from her.” chan said, pushing changbin harshly away from you. he leaned down to see if you were okay, only to see tears coming down your face. “hey it’s okay now.”

chan didn’t know much to do, knowing minho knew how to calm you down. but he tried his best nonetheless. changbin was close to coming in again until hearing sirens come out. he quickly ran away along with the other guy who minho was still fighting with. he pushed minho one last time before running away. minho grunted but moved quickly to where you where you were with chan.

“move.” minho was quick to pick you up and began running with chan right behind. you peeked your head up to see an officer running out of his car, stopping right at the unconscious body on the ground and another one beginning to run towards the three of you.

your heart hadn’t stopped racing from the moment the situation broke out. all of it was scary and you didn’t understand how minho could live like this. if your father found out what just happened, you would have been in so much trouble. and minho knew your father wouldn’t forgive him for putting you in this situation.

chan ran up to an abandoned store, quickly opening the door for you and minho to go in. “hide down here.” he whispered, pointing at a counter. minho placed you down behind it, chan following too. he only poked his head up a little to see the officer run passed the store.

you let out a small cry and minho was quick to cover your mouth. “shhh, y/n. it’s okay.”

“no, lee minho. it’s not okay!” you said once he let go of you. but your outburst caused him to cover your mouth again. “don’t shout.”

he began to wipe your tears away and when he was doing so, he noticed the scratches that were on your forehead as well as on one side of your cheek. “shit.” he cursed under his breath. you being hurt was one of minho’s biggest fears. “please make sure dad doesn’t see this.” he said. the last thing he wanted was hearing your father yell at him.

you sighed. “take me home. now.” you looked over at chan, who was only staring back at you. “and let it be known this will be the last I ever hang out with you two. especially you.”

chan lifted a brow. “not even a thank you? for getting changbin away from you?” he scoffed. “if it wasn’t for me, those scratches wouldn’t be the only thing on your face.”

you stayed silent and minho could tell you were pissed. he grabbed on your hand, lifting you up with him. “this will never happen again.” he said. “I’ll make sure of it.”

[mintchanniemint]

Sinless || Han Jisung

pairing: han jisung x reader themes: super natural elements, probably some swearing here and there, angst but only in the future, fluff, jisung and skz are some sort of devils whose job is to corrupt humans

hi, mint here! This is gonna be a series (based on a request I got last year) and I really hope you’ll enjoy it! feel free to leave any comments or asks!! (also, I’m sorry but there won’t be a regular update schedule since I’m quite busy! But I’ll try my best)

"Hey, don't overthink it, Jisung! This is your job, after all. You had no problems until now!" The blond's voice reached Jisung's ears in a soft, cheerful tone.

"I know, I know! But… this human is quite something! Seungmin, why did you decide to assign… THAT… to me?" He quickly sighed in a whiny voice, ruffling his already messy, orange hair as he looked at the ceiling, lips curved into a pout, eyes focused on an imprecise spot of that grey wall.

"Oh, c'mon Jisung! It's not his fault-"

"It is, Felix! He could have chosen anyone else from that damn database but, no! Let's give Jisung this stupid human being that spends the whole day reading books and probably feeding stray cats for fun!" Jisung huffed, crossing his arms against his chest as he swiftly brought his gaze to the dark-red haired colleague sitting at the desk, quietly minding his own business as his fingers were quickly tapping on his laptop.

"Oh, isn't that nice!" Felix clapped lightly with a bright smile on his lips that showed his pointy teeth, shyly kicking his feet while sitting on the corner of the desk Seungmin was working on.

"I know, Felix! That's the point!" Jisung groaned, once again melting on the huge black sofa of Seungmin's office. He was, once again, there to complain while he was supposed to be working. That week he had been assigned a new human he had to deal with, and he was clearly not satisfied at all.

He was part of the EH, Evil Human Department of the EMC, Evil Making Corporation.

Ugly names, right?

But he wouldn't even dare to voice his opinion on those really… lame… names the corporation boss had given to the departments of that place...

The department he was working for had eight people in total, each of them with specific tasks: there were two leaders, Chan and Changbin, two people responsible of the department monitoring, Minho and Felix, the three that had to work in the human world, Hyunjin, Jisung and Jeongin, and then the one who was the backbone of not only the EH department, but also of the SNN, Sweet Night Nightmares department, and the LS, Lost Souls department… Seungmin.

And on that week, Seungmin's choice for Jisung was highly, and desperately, criticized by his colleague, who didn't seem to understand the fact that, as he kept growing with his job, his own power would be going to grow too, and to gain more energy he had to deal with different humans.

Seungmin was tired of the presence of the orange head, and decided to stop ignoring him for a couple of seconds. The typing noise on his new keyboard ceased, and he delicately put his round glasses on the desk as he slowly rubbed his nose bridge with two fingers, clearly irritated.

"Jisung. This is part of your job, you can't stay stuck on the same level of difficulty. As you get better and gain more power, it's obvious that the human beings you'll get assigned to are gonna be a harder job to deal with."

"Yeah, Seungmin is right… but I'm sure you can do it, Jisung! Now go and turn that human into an evil being! You'll do great." Felix commented right away, hoping to make Jisung understand, and maybe leave the office as soon as possible. The freckled guy just stared at him with a tiny smile on his lips, as he was trying to decipher Jisung's expression.

"And it's not like you can be seen anyway, so why should you even feel guilty…" Seungmin added, as he got his glasses back on his nose and brought his full attention to the bright screen in front of him.

"Gwah, Seungmin! Stop making so much sense!" Jisung whined loudly, once again, and quickly disappeared in a puff, leaving Felix and Seungmin alone in that office.

"Would you like some tea, Seungmin?" After letting the silence fill the room for a couple of seconds, Felix decided to break it with a little suggestion. He was clearly aware of how stressed his friend was getting, and he thought that maybe distracting him from that whole situation would have been beneficial, somehow.

"Thank you, Felix. I deserve it after that hurricane of a guy spent the past…. two hours and twenty three minutes here." Seungmin sighed as he gave a quick look at the big digital clock ruling over the room.

"Oh, but he's funny! Makes my days full of surprises, heh…" Felix commented before leaving, directed to the cooking corner of the office, distractedly humming some fancy human song while preparing a cup of tea for his colleague.

"Dammit, dammit… DAMMIT!" Jisung stormed into his office as his voice kept growing louder and louder. He sat at the desk, not even knowing what he was supposed to do. After staring at the empty wooden surface for a couple of seconds, he let his forehead brutally hit against the desk, probably trying to either lose consciousness or to force some smart idea to form in his mind.

"Good morning, Jisung."

"Oh, he's being weird again."

"Do you think he's alive?"

"Wouldn't it be quite difficult for him to not be…"

"Hey, Jeongin, check if he's awake."

"... Why me?"

"C'mon! Just touch his arm with a pen and see if he moves-"

Jisung quickly raised his head, his red eyes staring deeply into Hyunjin's.

There they were, a really weird-working trio, but that year they were the ones assigned to the human world field. Their job? Easy. Get their assigned human to act deviant, turn them evil. The more evil they get, the more power and energy they individually are able to gain.

Jisung had seen that job as some sort of challenge against Hyunjin, although the latter didn't even consider him.

Hyunjin, on the other hand, translated that job into an opportunity to gain more and more power, and maybe get to reach Chan and Changbin's levels and be part of the leaders' section. Quite ambitious, isn’t he.

And Jeongin…

"I really don't understand how I ended up in this department after a whole year of internship in a totally different one."

"Jeongin, but you got to meet such cool guys, didn't you?" Hyunjin theatrically dried a fake tear from his eye as he pouted and looked at the younger coworker, totally ignoring the glaring he was receiving from Jisung.

"What are you two doing here? Isn't it work hours?"

The two guys stared at Jisung in silence. Hyunjin scoffed, slowly moving a lock of hair behind his ear as he leaned on the desk, his hand, covered in a black leather glove, steadily tapping on the solid surface.

"Aren't WE supposed to ask you that question, mr. I-didn't-store-any-energy-in-the-past-two-days?"

Jisung loudly huffed and put his hand on Hyunjin's, his eyes locking with the guy's as a slow smirk started to grow on his lips.

"Whatever, hot boy, mind your own business just like your little dog does." He blurted out before Hyunjin loudly hissed, his hand violently getting burnt due to the burst of energy the orange haired guy was able to put into his skin. Jisung clicked his tongue and put his hands in his pockets as he walked away from the office, not before patting Jeongin on his shoulder.

" See ya'. " He mumbled before disappearing in a puf, leaving his colleagues staring at some smoky cloud that was slowly fading away in their office.

"Jisung is quite something."

"Tch, I can't stand him at all." Hyunjin mumbled while massaging his own hand.

"Do you need something for that?" Jeongin looked at him, genuinely worried.

"Nah, I'm good. Let's go." He fixed his gloves and, after taking a quick look at the spot where the orange haired colleague was sitting a couple of seconds earlier, he disappeared, followed by the younger coworker, leaving that grey office completely empty and quiet.

[duskyskz]

working on something inbetween 50/50 chapters ~

[seungmoroll]

Stray Kids Fraternity | Han Jisung

Word count: 5,073

Genre & warnings: mentions of alcohol, cheating, cuss words, friends to lovers

A/n: this is the first post for my new series. if you guys like this, please be sure to check out the other parts of the series once they’re posted here: x

        The last thing you wanted was to see your crappy ex, Younghoon, tonight. All you wanted was to let loose and have some fun, but no, his presence alone has ruined your night. You thought that when Chan, the president of the frat house next door, invited you to their party that you were going to have fun and get drunk, but instead of having fun, you’re just slightly buzzed and wallowing in self-pity.

        Honestly, there wasn’t even any reason for you to be like this. You were the one who broke up with him, but then again, he did break your heart by cheating on you with some random girl. However, seeing him with some other girl all over him made you so upset, that any part of you having fun that night was thrown out the window.

        Deciding that you needed another drink, you go into the kitchen to see what’s available. Too busy observing your options, you fail to notice Changbin walking up to you, “Hey there, looking for anything in particular?”

        “Something to make me forget?”

        Cocking an eyebrow at you, he asks you, “Rough day?”

        “Something like that.”

        “Don’t worry, I got just the right thing for you.” As Changbin makes this concoction for you, you watch as some random people play beer pong. You realize now that two of them are Jisung and Hyunjin, two guys that are part of the fraternity.

        “Here,” Changbin says as he hands you your cup. Taking a sip, you choke from the burn of your throat, “Gosh, Changbin, what the hell is in this?”

        “Uh, a little bit of everything?” Shrugging, you take another sip and let Changbin lead you back to the rest of the party. The two of you settle in a little nook, watching Jisung and Hyunjin win at beer pong.

        “Whoo! Another win for the boys!” Jisung cheers, “Who’s up for another round?”

        Shaking his head, Hyunjin backs away from Jisung, “I’m at my limit dude, I’m tapping out.”

        “But who’s gonna play with me now?” Jisung asks with a pout on his face. Eyes searching the room, Jisung spots Changbin, and a grin forms on his face, “Hyung!” Cutting in before Jisung can attempt to rope him in a match, Changbin says, “I’m not playing, Jisung.” Another pout forms on his face.

        Deciding to step out of your comfort zone, you volunteer yourself, “I’ll play.” This causes for the two men to look at you. “Well, well, look who’s stepping out of their comfort zone.”

        Rolling your eyes at Jisung, you playfully push him, “Yeah, yeah, whatever.” IT wasn’t like Jisung was a stranger to you. You have been invited over to their frat house plenty of times, and were well acquainted with everyone in the frat, heck, you could even call them your friends. Well after the large argument between you and Younghoon the night of your breakup, most of the guys, including Jisung, happened to hear everything, so you definitely could say that they knew a lot about you. Looking at the cups set up on the table, you ask, “Who’re we going against?”

        “Us.” You and Jisung both turn towards the sound of the voice, and your blood runs cold when you see that it’s Younghoon and that chick from earlier.  Sensing the tension between you and Younghoon, Jisung says, “Let’s get this thing started then.”

        You couldn’t say that you were the best at beer pong, but luckily for you, Jisung was. What annoyed you the most throughout the game however, was that every time Younghoon made a shot, the girl he was with would throw herself all over him. Honestly, it made you want to barf. Fortunately, Jisung’s presence made things a little bit better.

        As the game nears to the end, both sides are left with one cup each. It’s your turn to make the shot, and all you want to do is wipe the smirk off that jackass’ face. So with all your determination, you toss the ping pong ball and watch as it makes it way to the other side of the table. When the ball hits the rim of the cup, you hold your breath, and when it lands inside the cup, your breath is knocked out of you when Jisung lifts you up into a bone crushing hug. “Oh hell yeah! That’s my Y/n! Yo Hyunjin, I don’t need you anymore. Y/n’s my new beer pong partner now.”

        Although Younghoon’s presence may have ruined a part of your life, you could say that being around Jisung made it a bit better, or maybe it was just all the alcohol you managed consume. Either way, you enjoyed living next door to a frat house.

        The next time the frat boys throws a party is a month later, and of course you show up, but this time you brought your friend Yeji. However, you’re starting to think that was a mistake because she made you dress up this time. Last time you had just shown up in jeans and a nice shirt, but this time she was making you go all out. “C’mon Y/n, you told me that last time you saw Younghoon. Don’t you want to make him regret cheating on you?”

        Sitting on your bed, you ponder her question. You don’t dress up often, but you guessed it couldn’t hurt to do so this one time, and if Younghoon happened to be at tonight’s party and he happens to se you then so be it. Getting up, you make it known to Yeji that you weren’t letting her dress you up because of a stupid boy, but because you wanted to look good and confident. Your response causes for her to clap in excitement and then she drags you into your closet to begin the process.

        Once the two of you arrive next door, you are greeted by Jisung, “Oh hey Yeji, hey Y/n,” quickly observing your look, “You look different Y/n.” Cutting you off before you could say anything, Yeji excitedly asks, “Don’t they look hot?”

        Squirming underneath Jisung’s gaze, your eyes widen when he says, “Yeah, they do.” Motioning towards the kitchen, “Can I get you guys anything to drink?”

        The two of you let Jisung lead you towards the kitchen, where you see Younghoon and a different girl from last time conversing by the kitchen counter. Ignoring Younghoon’s gaze, you stand in front of all drinks, pondering your options. Sliding behind you, Jisung gently wraps an arm around your waist to get to the other side of you, where he grabs a beer for himself and picks up another to see if you wanted one. Gladly accepting the offer, you take a swig of it, disliking the taste, but drinking it anyways.

        You realize that Jisung is talking to you, but with the heavy bass of the music and the loud voices of people, you’re unable to understand anything that he’s saying. Realizing that you couldn’t hear him, Jisung steps closer to you and talks into your ear, “You up for being my partner at beer pong again?” Honestly, you weren’t really in the mood for too much drinking tonight, but you just realized the Yeji has already left your side and you’re really starting to hate the feeling of Younghoon’s gaze on you, so you pull back from Jisung and offer your hand to him, saying to him, “Lead the way.” He happily takes your hand and leads you to the table.

        The two of you only play one game together, but you still have fun because you loved the look on Chan’s and Changbin’s face as you and Jisung won. Fortunately for you, the two men sucked at beer pong, so you didn’t have to drink much, and even when they did manage to land a ball in one of your cups, Jisung had offered to take the drink; saying something along the lines of him being too thirsty. Silently you had thanked him.

        Hours go by when you and Yeji finally meet up again, and she’s on the verge of passing out. Deciding that you should bring her back to your place, you take your leave, but before you could go, Jisung catches you and tells you that he’ll walk the two of you back to you place, saying that he needed a bit of fresh air.

        The short walk back to your place is filled with comfortable silence, sans the noise from the party. Having Jisung help you with the door, you throw a passed out Yeji onto you couch, turning to Jisung you thank him for the help and for making the night fun for you.

        Waving you off, he says, “Nah, there’s no need to thank me, I didn’t do much anyways. Plus, I like having you around, so of course I gotta make it seem like us frat guys are fun.” He sends you a wink as you chuckle at him. Walking Jisung to your door, you bid him a good night, with a small smile on he face, he looks you in the eyes, “Good night Y/n.”

        The next time you see Jisung isn’t at one of their frat parties, it’s actually during an unexpected situation.

        It’s Tuesday morning when you decide that it’s too early in the morning for there to be someone ringing your doorbell. Checking through the peephole to see who the unwanted guest, you roll your eyes when you see Jisung. Opening up the door, the first thing Jisung says is, “So like here’s the thing, our water pipes are busted and I really need to take a shower. Can I use yours?” You contemplate for a moment on whether you should shut the door on Jisung’s face or not, but choosing to ignore the devil on your shoulder, you open the door widely, allowing room for Jisung to enter your house.

        As Jisung uses your shower, you take the opportunity to make the two of you breakfast. Humming and dancing around as you get everything set up. While you were busy flipping the pancakes, your doorbell rings once again, but before you could go see who it was, you hear Jisung call out, “I’ll get it!”

        When Jisung opens up the door he isn’t expecting to see your ex on the other side. Confused, Younghoon gives Jisung a once over and asks, “Is Y/n here?”

Crossing his arms across his chest, Jisung leans against the doorway, “They’re a bit busy right now.”

        Annoyed by his response, Younghoon says, “Well could you tell them that I’m here and that I need to talk to them right now?”

        Rubbing his fingers on his chin, seeming as if he was giving your ex’s request a thought, Jisung replies, “I could…but I won’t.” With the being said, Jisung makes an attempt to shut the door on your Younghoon’s face, but he slams his hand against the door and says, while gritting his teeth, “Look here you piece of-“

        “Jisung? Who’s at the door?” you ask from behind Jisung.

        “It’s no one.”

        “It’s Younghoon.” Both men say at the same time.

        Pushing Jisung aside, you widen the door to see your ex. “What do you want?” you ask him in an uninterested tone.

        “I wanted to come and talk to you, Y/n.”

        “Well then talk.” He looks over at Jisung, who’s been hovering over your shoulder glaring at him. “In private.”

        “Whatever you have to say to me can be said in front of Jisung and if that bothers you then you can just head on home and not talk to me ever again.”

        Rolling his eyes in annoyance, he brings to say, “I wanna get back together, Y/n. What I did was mistake-“ You stop him mid-sentence by raising your hand in the air, “Let me stop you right there Younghoon. If that’s what you came all the way down here for then I’m sorry, but I have no intentions of getting back together with you. If that is all, then enjoy your day, goodbye Younghoon, for good.” Closing the door, your lean against it, eyes shut, taking a moment to process everything. You even managed to forget about a certain frat boy’s presence.

        “I’m proud of you Y/n.” Opening your eyes, you turn to glare at Jisung, “Did you really have to answer my door like that?” you motion to his body. Looking down at his own body, Jisung says to you, “What’s wrong with this?”

        “Jisung, you’re literally only in a towel right now.” Said towel was the only thing covering Jisung and it was hanging low on his hips. “And your chest is still wet, it’s like you didn’t even bother to dry up.”

        “Hey, don’t act like you aren’t enjoying the view right now. You better take it all in because not everyone gets to see this. Plus, I’m sure your ex is making up all kinds of situations as to why I’m like this in your house.” Jisung does ridiculous poses to show off his physique.

        Sighing and making your way back to your kitchen, you say to him, “The last thing I need right now is for him to think that we’re together or whatever.” Jisung follows you into the kitchen, “Hey what’s wrong with thinking that we’re together?”

        “Lots of things are wrong with thinking that. Now go and put on some real clothes so we can eat breakfast together.” You shoo him towards the bathroom as you set up your breakfast plates.

        When Jisung returns, this time in actually clothing, he sits down at the kitchen island in front of his plate and says, “You know, this is a pretty domestic scene: you making breakfast for the two of us while I get ready in the morning. I think I can get used to this.”

        Jisung’s unnecessary comment makes a slight blush form on your face, causing for you to mumble to him, “Shut up and eat your pancakes.” You choose to ignore the smug look on his face as you stuff yours with pancakes.

        The next morning, Jisung is knocking at your door once again, and when you open it up, he asks to use your shower again. Playing the nice neighbor, you let him inside, asking him when their pipes will be fixed as he makes his way to your bathroom. “Uh I don’t know. They say it may take a week or two, or something like that.”

        “I like the body wash that you use by the way. It smells good.” Jisung comes out from the hallway, towel drying his hair. This time he has pants on, but just like yesterday, he’s wet and shirtless. Taking a seat by the kitchen island, he watches as you maneuver around the kitchen.

        “And why exactly did you use my body wash?” Being a good host, you place a piece of toast with avocado on a plate and slide it towards Jisung. He happily accepts it, take a bite, and answers your question, mouth still full of food, “I forgot to bring mine with me.”

        “So what’re you up to today?” He waits for your answer as he chugs down the glass of water. You proceed to tell him that you didn’t have class that day, so you were going to

        Because of the damage to the water pipes at the frat house, Jisung continues to come over to your house to use the shower for the rest of the week. In the short span of time that he’s constantly been over to your house, he’s inserted himself in your daily routine. If you were to be honest with yourself, you liked the change that he brought into your life. He’s managed to figure out your schedule; knows when it’s a good time to come over and stays a little bit afterwards to hang out and talk to you. Sometimes in the mornings, you’ll make breakfast for the both of you, whether it be a bowl of cereal or waffles. Though he still likes to parade around your house wet and shirtless, which you do your best to ignore, but that’s kind of hard when Jisung’s abs look the way they do.

        There are even times when he doesn’t need to shower, but he’ll show up at your house anyway. You’re not too sure if you like the fact that the two of you have become so comfortable with one another over the span of a week.

        One morning you had woken up earlier than usually and decided to go out and sit on your front porch, mug in hand. Taking in the beauty of the natural world, you hear the sound of a door closing. Turning, you see Minho, a mug also in his hand, still dressed in his pajamas. “Hey neighbor,” he raises up his mug to greet you.

        Smiling and doing the same, you say, “Good morning Minho. Early morning?”

        “Nah, I’m always up this early. There’s something about the fresh morning air that gets me going. The question is: why are you up this morning?” Leaning across the porch railing, he takes a sip from his mug.

        “Couldn’t go back to sleep, so I thought I’d go out here and enjoy all of this.” The two of you fall into a comfortable silence, embracing the morning air.

        Suddenly, a question pops into your brain, catching Minho’s attention, you ask him, “Hey, where are you and the others washing up if your place’s pipes are broken?” Confused, Minho cocks an eyebrow at you, “What’re you talking about? Our pipes were fixed hours after they were broken.”

        This was news to you, “What did you just say?” Getting up from your porch swing, “Did you just say that they were fixed?”

        Nodding his head, “I did.”

        “That son of a bitch,” you muttered to yourself. The new information changed your perspective on everything. Essentially, Jisung had been freeloading off of you for this entire week, and for what? You didn’t know. All you knew was that Jisung had been increasing your water bill for no reason at all, and that you were going to murder him.

        “Minho, why the hell has Jisung been coming over to my house to take showers if your pipes have been fixed for a week now?”

        Shrugging his shoulder nonchalantly, “I don’t know, maybe it has to do with the fact that your house has you in it and ours doesn’t?”

        His response wasn’t the answer that you were expecting. “And what exactly is that supposed to mean?”

        Separating himself from the railing, he goes on to say, “I think you’re a smart person, Y/n. Figure it out.” Giving you one last smirk, he turns and goes back into the house, leaving you standing outside on your porch looking like an idiot.

        It’s been two hours since your conversation with Minho, and you still can’t get over the fact that Jisung has been lying to you this entire time. Looking at the time on your phone, you see that Jisung should be coming over sometime soon. Once he knocked on your doors, you were determined to get an answer out of him.

        Five minutes later the sound of knocking can be heard. Getting up from your spot on the couch, you make your way to the door. The sight in front of your eyes as you open the door is Jisung with a bright smile on his face. Seeing his face, you scoff as you walk away from the door. Shutting the door, Jisung says, “Well someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning.”

        “Actually, I woke up feeling great, that is until I had a little talk with Minho and found out something interesting. Do you want to know what it was?” From the tone of you voice, Jisung had a slight feeling of where this conversation was going. “You talked to Minho hyung? What did you find out?”

        “Oh nothing major, just the fact that your pipes have been fixed for a week now.” Jisung avoids your gaze as he thinks of a way to explain the situation to you. “So you see..” His sentence falters.

        “Go on.”

        Sighing, “Look, I could go on and come up some ridiculous excuse as to why I continued your shower, but I’m sure you wouldn’t like that, so here’s the truth: I like spending time with you, Y/n. After the first morning where you made me pancakes, I thought it was the best way for us hang out and get to know each other. At first I just thought of you as our cute neighbor, and then I saw you with Younghoon at one of our parties, and I just couldn’t take my eyes off of you. So yeah, you piqued my interest, and I used the situation to my advantage. I’m sorry for not telling you the truth.”

        His confession was unexpected to you, but it explains what Minho had meant earlier. You were completely speechless; you didn’t know what to say to Jisung. All the anger that you had previously held disappeared and was replaced by a feeling that you couldn’t describe. Too many thoughts ran through your head, and Jisung could sense it, something that you hated because he always knew your silent cues.

        “This is probably too much for you to process this early in the morning, but I just want you to know that you don’t have to reciprocate my feelings or whatever. I just hope that this doesn’t make things awkward between us because like I said, I like hanging out with you, and so do the other guys in the hous, and if you want, I’ll reimburse you the cost for your water bill, just let me know how much it’ll be.” Looking back at the door, he says, “I guess I should go, huh?” till processing the scene, you nod, and without another word Jisung leaves your house.

        It’s been a week since you discovered the news about the pipes and Jisung’s feelings, and you’ve managed to avoid seeing any of the frat guys. You didn’t want to ignore them, maybe Jisung, but you just wanted time to process everything, including your feelings for Jisung.

        Of course you liked Jisung, he had a great personality, was a funny guy and he was easy on the eyes, but did you romantically like him? That you weren’t sure about. So you tried to think about all the small things that Jisung and even tried to imagine the two of you together.

        You had a love/hate relationship with the fact that he could easily read you. You liked it because it meant that you didn’t have to voice things out but hated it because you weren’t sure how he was able to read you. You also liked the fact that things were easy with him because you knew that it was sometimes hard for you to open to people, but with him you didn’t have a problem with it at all. When it came to you thinking of romantic scenarios with him, you weren’t disgusted by the thought of him taking you out on dates, or the two of you cuddling.

        Confiding in your best friend, Yeji, you tell her everything, in hopes of her helping you clear your muddy thoughts. “Bestie, it sounds like to me that you like Jisung.”

        “Does it?”

        Tsking in disapproval, she asks you, “Now why do you sound disappointed Y/n?”

        “It’s just that the last time I liked a guy and was in a relationship with hi, he cheated on me, and I just don’t want to get hurt like that again.” Ever since Younghoon you were too scared to get back into the dating scene, and you hate him for ruining things for you.

        “Look, I know you’re scared, but you really like Jisung, don’t you?”

        You were afraid to admit it to yourself, but you did. “I do, Yeji.”

        “Then be with him. For that week that he was constantly in your life, I saw a new side to you. I could tell that you were happier, and that’s all I want for you; to be happy.” At times like this, you were really glad that Yeji was your best friend. You don’t know where you’d be without her.

        “You’re right. I should tell him how I feel. The guys are going to have a party tonight, so I’ll go over and talk to him.”

        “Oh my gosh, I’m so happy for you, Y/n. Oh and just remember that if he hurts you in any way that I’ll happily beat him up for you.” Laughing, you knew that she was serious as she had managed to land a punch on Younghoon’s face when she found out that he cheated on you. “I love you Yeji.”

        “I love you too, now go get your mans.”

        Later on that day when you entered the frat house, you were determined to proceed with your mission. You walk around the house looking for a particular person. As you wander through the house, you see familiar faces that you haven’t seen in a while. Chan catches your eyes as he DJs and gives you that famous smile of his. You spot a drunk Felix clinging onto Jeongin on the couch. You knew that you were stalling yourself from what you were aiming to do tonight, and with the look that Minho was giving you, he could tell to. Mouthing the words, “Just go for it,” you use his words as encouragement and make your way out to the backyard.

        Chan had made it a rule that beer pong was to now only be played outside since the last party resulted in a broken table and a lot up napkins. You kind of appreciated the new rule because it gave you a lot more air to breathe. Shutting the door that led to the backyard, you spot a familiar figure in the middle of a winning game. Not wanting to disturb, what he calls “vibe”, you watch as Hyunjin makes the opponents chug their last cup. Celebrating their win, Jisung and Hyunjin bump their chests together, ‘what a bunch of barbarians,’ you thought to yourself. Your presence doesn’t go unnoticed once the two boys pull away and Hyunjin spots you. Catching Jisung’s attention, he motions towards you, and for the first time that night, the two of you lock eyes.

        Using this as your chance to talk to him, the two of you walk towards one another, meeting up in the middle. Unable to look Jisung in the eyes, you focus on the red cup in his hand. “There’s something I want to say to you.” Not saying anything to you in response, Jisung pulls you towards a quieter area, which happened to where a swing set was located.

        By the look on your face, Jisung could tell that you were questioning it, “Felix wanted a swing set, and what Felix wants, Felix gets.” Finding the reason quite reasonable you nod your head, and take a seat on the swing, Jisung following in suit.

        Gathering your thoughts, you focus on the ground, “Jisung-“

        “Y/n-“ The two of you say each other’s name at the same time, awkwardly laughing it off. Jisung motions for you to go first.

        Taking a deep breathe, you decide to just tell him the truth, “So I’ve been thinking about everything for the past week, and at first I was just unsure about things, unsure about my feelings for you. Ever since Younghoon and I broke up, I’ve been too scared to get back into a relationship with anyone, fearing that I’m just going to get hurt again. And about a week ago, I had only saw you as a friend, but as I managed to collect my thoughts, I think it’s safe to say that I like you, Jisung.”

        Being that one of his skills was to read you, Jisung could tell that it took you a lot to admit this too him, especially the part of your fear. “Y/n, I promise you that I would never do anything to hurt you. I want to be the reason for your happiness, not your tears. The hyungs would kill me if I ever hurt someone like you. Also, you think?”

        Shaking your head, “I know that I like you. I also know that I can trust you.” Eyes still on the ground, you hear the sounds of chains rubbing against each other, and you realize that Jisung is now facing you. Softly placing a hand on your hand that was holding onto the chain, he maneuvers you to face him. With his other hand, he places it below your chin, making you lift your head and look him in the eyes, “I think I like this shy side of you.”

        “You think?” You ask, repeating his previous question.

        Chuckling, he responds, “I know. I also know that I really want to kiss you right now, so Y/n, can I kiss you right now?” Nodding your head, you lean forward towards Jisung. The kiss is short and sweet, and when the two of you pull apart, you hear familiar voices cheer aloud. Turning your heads, you and Jisung realize that you guys had an audience. Too embarrassed you lean forwards and bury your face into Jisung’s chest, something that you didn’t realize you wanted to do until now.

        One morning, months after you and Jisung have gotten together, while you were over at the frat house, in the middle of eating breakfast with the boys, Jeongin had ask Jisung, “So in your mind, you thought that by parading around Y/n’s house with nothing but a towel, that they would suddenly be interested in you?”

        Shamelessly Jisung responds, “Uh, yeah, and it worked, didn’t it babe?”

        Smacking Jisung in the face, you say to him, “You idiot, although I did enjoy the view, your abs aren’t the reason why I like you, but now that I’m thinking about it, they may be the reason why I stayed.” The other guys laugh at your response as Jisung pouts at you. Kissing his pout away, you reassure him that you like everything about him, “Plus I’m your beer pong partner, who else is going to drink everything for me?”

A/n: my fav part while writing this was the first morning Jisung came over, it’s what inspired me to come up with the skz frat series

what do you guys think of the series so far? id love to hear your thoughts & opinions as feedback is always welcomed!

I have a tag list for this series, so pls let me know if you would like to be added to it:)

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[tokkibbang00]

BACKBURNER - HAN JISUNG (MASTERLIST)

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS, DO NOT INTERACT. UNEDITED.

synopsis: It's no secret to anyone with eyes that the two of you had something special. But sometimes, special isn't just enough. You think you can stay away and prevent yourself from further falling for Han Jisung. Clearly, you were wrong. No matter how much you try to walk away, he always comes back after you— he always comes back to you. inspired by Niki's Backburner

rating: (n)sfw

pairing: idol!jisung x idol!afab reader, ??? x idol!afab reader

genre: slight angst, hints of fluff (ig), idol!au.

warnings: cursing, slightly suggestive, jisung is kind of stupid and is a red flag 😭, kind of dialogue heavy. (will add more when more parts are posted)

date started: 05-20-23 date ended: -

a/n: this was supposed to be a one-shot but i felt like it would be better to divide it into two or three parts :]] taglist for this is open!! i hope you guys would enjoy! feel free to leave some asks or message me! <33 🐰

teaser.

I can’t lie, it feels nice that you’re calling

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tba.

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NOTE: Characters presented do not represent anyone mentioned in the story. This is a work of fiction and is not real.

[soobasaur]

jisung finding out you’re a vampire au

i promise you don’t have to be afraid, i’ll wait

han!jisung x gender!neutral reader

humans x vampire alternate universe warnings: mentions of blood genre: a little angst if you squint, fluff

a/n: i just finished watching the anime seraph of the end (the first part) and now my head is clouded with vampires x humans so here you go :’)

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ok you didn’t mean for jisung to find out right away, like of course you were gonna tell him

but as the days went on you just kept telling yourself “i’ll do it tomr” but you couldn’t bring it up

and so almost a whole year passed before it was out

jisung was staying over at your place, and for once in his life, went to bed earlier then you

and you were starving but you couldn’t drink blood in front of your boyfriend jsdkkd

you’ve never had human blood before, only animal ones, just the thought of it irked you but you knew you’d have to give it a try one day

and since jisung never cooked he had never even really opened your fridge, if he had and looked past the vegetables he would see the bags of blood you kept

being vampire, you could eat human food it just didn’t bring you any enjoyment

you could only taste a few of them, and they never made you full

you usually ended throwing up afterwards

that didn’t stop you from going on food dates with jisung tho <3

ಠ_ಠ the things you do for that man

anyways, you thought jisung was asleep so you dug through your fridge for a bag of blood, you were pretty sure you had one cow one left

you sighed in relief as soon as you punctured the plastic bag with your teeth, usually you’d use a straw if you were feeling up to being neat

but you were too hungry so you slurped that shit up and turned to using your phone

you had your headphones in so you didn’t hear the patter of footsteps coming near you

you did hear a gasp and a glass cup shatter though, and when you looked up you saw the culprit jisung standing in a circle of glass shards with his mouth open wide at you

you quickly put the bag down and put your hands up

“jisung? don’t move let me grab a broom—,”

you rushed to the closet and brought out the broom, only to find jisung sitting at the table examining the blood bag

you were gonna ask him to put it down, but thought better of it and knelt down to clean up the shards

you walked back to jisung only to notice his ankle bleeding a little, but he hadn’t noticed cus he was too fixated on the blood bag

“fuck you’re bleeding!” you rushed off, again, to grab a first aid kid and pulled out guaze

but jisung was just staring at you and took it from you, bending down to deal with it himself

you still wanted to help so you opened a bandaid and went to place it but jisung flinched his leg away

which made you freeze in place as he opened a new one and did it himself, leaving you to get up and throw away the the packaging

“jisung, can we talk?” you mumbled, sitting across from him as to not scare him anymore then you already have “i’m still the same y/n as i was a day ago—,”

“were you just never gonna tell me?” he interrupted, pushing the bag back towards you, “or were you just gonna pretend for who knows how long?”

“of course i was gonna tell you-

“it’s been a year y/n.” he deadpanned

“i,,,i wasn’t ready, what more can i say?”

you had been terrified to tell him in fear of pushing him away, but seeing him flinch away from you just now fueled your insecurities

“sung, are you scared of me?” you asked. your voice quiet as all your confidence was slowly leaving you

“i thought i was, but you’re right it’s just you so i have nothing to be scared of. i’m just sad you didn’t tell me sooner, do you not trust me?” you couldn’t ignore the frown forming on his face

“of course i do, i guess i was scared of you and and how you’d leave me after you found out,”

you put your head down on the table in defeat and heard the chair legs screech as it was pushed back, and a pair of approaching footsteps make their way to your side

you felt jisung’s hand gently tap your shoulder, leading you to look up at him

“i’d never leave you, vampire or not.” he assured, raking his hands through your hair

after that it was smooth sailing for the most part

you guys talked for an hour or two about what he could do to make it easier for you both

jisung was devastated when he found out you couldn’t even taste most of the foods he took you out for

“does that mean you pretended when i cooked you a meal? y/n !!! at least you can’t taste my bad cooking...”

he did have a lot of questions though

“can you fly??”

“no sung, though that would be really cool-,”

“what about a bat? can you turn into one??”

*sigh* “nope.”

“can you control minds??”

“fuck i wish i could.”

“can you drink the color red?”

“..isn’t that from adventure time?”

(;´༎ຶٹ༎ຶ`) apart from him asking little things like that he was chill with it

except that one time you guys went grocery shopping and he chucked a garlic at you, confused as to why you didn’t cry in pain

and when you went over to his place and just walked inside, jisung pestering you on how you didn’t ask for permission and wasn’t that against the rules

and don’t you get started on the fucking sun

(┛◉Д◉)┛彡┻━┻

jisung insisted he bring an umbrella whenever the two of you went out but you kept reassuring him the sun didn’t burn off your skin, just felt like a pinch to it sometimes!

it was really cute though about how much he cared v(=∩_∩=)ﾌ

(•̀ᴗ•́)و making fun of inaccuracies in twilight with him was a blast was one of you new favorite hobbies

you guys went on new dates together, you introduced him to restaurants that catered to vampires and had him try the foods you could actually taste

“so you can’t taste fried chicken, but you can taste lamb skewers?? make it make sense-!”

you let him look at your collection of blood bags and had to stop him from trying it

“it won’t taste the same as it does to me-,”

“but i wanna know how cow blood tastes like! you tried my cooking let me try your-,”

and fangs

jisung loved looking at your fangs, he thought it was cool how you could retract them on will

he made you feel more confident about them :’)

he would gently touch his fingers against them and ask you to kiss you with them out, ignoring your protests of hurting him

turns out he was okay with a little blood on his lips

jisung biting kink confirmed?/$:&

overall he was super sweet about it, and didn’t change how he treated you unless it was concerning your health

he was in love with you, vampire or not

thank you for reading ⁂

[strayinvelvet]

tight-lipped

There’s a long list of stupid things one could do when in love and that includes hiding the stupid emotion even after five years.

↳ pairing: han jisung x reader

↳ genre: mostly fluff with teeny tiny sprinkle of angst

↳ wc: 3.1k

↳ warning: swearing

“Making it to the president’s list really does have its perks, huh? I mean come on, it’s only our first day of but the professor already knows you.”

You could only laugh at your friend’s remarks. Your friend, Hyunjin, continued rambling on how the university favors that damn list so much and how you should share its perks – all while walking and not looking at a single thing in the hallway. 

“You should probably look at where you are walking, Hyunjin,” you said without looking at him. 

Your eyes lit up upon the sight of the vending machine in the corner of the hallway just before the stairs. You took it as a sign for you to take your daily coffee. You stopped in front of it, with Hyunjin following you, and fed it coins then pressed the button for your favorite can of coffee. “Coffee again? We don’t even have that much work yet?” You claimed your coffee, opening it before turning to Hyunjin. “You know I can’t function without it.” You said before smelling the strong scent of coffee, feeling like it was the perfect blend of coffee beans to wake up your sleepy soul. You took a sip and instantly, you were more alert than before. 

“Whatever you say.” Hyunjin rolled his eyes at your actions. Truly, he has never seen anyone act like that once they get their hands on coffee. The two of you continued walking through the hallway with Hyunjin greeting some people on the way. Social butterfly, that is what he is. You snorted at him once he was done waving to the latest. “Are you running for a seat or something?” you asked him as you took the last sip of your coffee. “That’s called being friendly, y/n. Try it sometimes, you know. Without that scary looking face.” You almost threw the empty can to his face but you just rolled your eyes and nudged his arm with your elbow which he quickly dodged. He has memorized your actions throughout the two years he has known you. 

The both of you were out of the building when Hyunjin suddenly remembered his new schedule. “Oh I have another class in a bit,” grunting at the fact that his classes are basically one after another this semester. “I don’t. Bye.” You stuck your tongue out at him then ran off to the opposite side of where his building is. Hyunjin only laughed at your back before turning around and walking to his building. 

You have been walking for a long time when you realized that you don’t know where you are going. You stopped on your tracks and looked around. When you spotted a bench across where you are standing, you decided to approach it and sat down. You dropped your bag beside you and took a good look at your surroundings. 

The day was good. Too good for your liking. The sun is shining perfectly, it was neither too bright nor too dull, yet it was blinding your eye. The leaves were colored auburn with streaks of yellow and faint accents of green. They were dancing to the slow yet smooth rhythms of the wind. It was so smooth that it almost demanded to be felt. You tightened your coat, rejecting the wind’s request of touch. It was when an orange leaf fell on your lap did you release a sad smile.

It was autumn. The season you hated the most. The season which makes your heart melancholic like it was being brought back to the time you wanted so hard to burn in your memories. You touched the leaf, feeling its rough surface. You didn’t want to but as the leaf made crisp sounds as a response to your touch, you suddenly found yourself reminiscing the memory of a man you wish to forget. 

“Han Jisung!”

Your rowdy classmate shouted across the room, trying to gain the boy’s attention. His eyes, however, are busy staring at your figure. That same classmate ran out of patience, approached Jisung and slapped his hand on Jisung’s desk. “Come on, man. We’re going to play some games.” Jisung looked up in annoyance and shoved the man away, “Go by yourselves Felix. I’m busy.” He tried to return his gaze to you but it wasn’t too long when Felix interrupted him again.

“Busy what? Daydreaming about y/n?” Series of teasing cheers can soon be heard all over the room and Jisung couldn’t help but smile shyly. “Am I that obvious?” Jisung asked curiously. “Obvious my ass. Everyone practically knows,” Felix slapped the other boy’s shoulder. The moment his gaze landed back to your seat, you were gone. Jisung hurriedly packed his stuff and went towards the door, trying to catch up with you.

Han Jisung was a transferee in ninth grade but he was able to make friends almost immediately. He was this aloof, outgoing guy who always makes jokes and gets along with everyone. Heck, he was able to befriend the whole classroom two days after his transfer, and the whole batch a month in his stay. So you really didn’t know why, out of all people he managed to be friends with, it is you who he decided to annoy every single day. 

It was lunch time, a week after his transfer, when he approached you the first time. He waved and did not say anything at all. You thought he was weird but you ended up smiling slightly before exiting the room for lunch. It was that same lunch time when he approached your table then asked you and your friends if he can sit beside you. You were questioning his whole personality at that point. 

What is wrong with this guy? You didn’t want to say yes but that would surely make you look rude. But then again, you didn’t care. Before you were able to say no, he was pulled by your other classmate Felix. Your eyes followed their backs but Jisung’s eyes were still looking your way. You decided to just shrug it off, thinking the weird interaction would end there. Boy, you were wrong.

Jisung wasn’t sitting beside you in class but one morning, you found him sitting at the seat to your right. You took your seat and placed your bag under your desk when he spoke, “Hi y/n.” you looked at him and he was smiling so widely. His head was propped on his palms. You furrowed your brows, confused as to why this new guy is trying to make a conversation with you. “Uhm... hi? You ate something weird this morning?” 

You thought Jisung’s smile couldn’t go any wider but it just did. “No. No, I didn’t. Uhm… Did you… Do you… How do you like your eggs cooked?” All you could do was mentally say hah? with your mouth opened as if you said it vocally. 

Meanwhile, Jisung mentally slapped himself for coming up with a stupid question. That was all he could get from his brain which went rambles just because you asked him if he had eaten anything for breakfast. Maybe that is not the exact question but it’s getting there. He was about to clear himself up from the embarrassment when the teacher entered the room. “Talk to you later.” He stood up and went to his original seat, motioning for the guy who was originally seated to your right to go back. All you could think of was please don’t.

The next morning, you found the same scene. Jisung seating at the seat to your right. Then, he will flood you questions of how was your sleep, did you eat breakfast yet, and many more.

The next morning, it was still like that.

And the next.

And the next.

Soon, you found yourself being greeted every morning with a smiley Jisung. Your replies were never long enough for a long conversation but he somehow managed to find topics to ask you more questions. Often times you were subtly hinting that you want to brush him off but he doesn’t seem to notice. The attempts to push him off always dissolve in thin air so finally, you just let him be. Maybe it was his way of making friends. 

You didn’t notice yourself expecting a Han Jisung by your seat until one morning, he wasn’t there. You scanned the room and saw him writing furiously in his seat, frequently looking at Felix’s paper who was also writing before copying what he saw onto his paper. 

“Felix I can’t understand your handwriting.”

“You’re not in the position to complain.”

“Just move your tiny hands.”

Ah, he was doing his homework that the three forgot to do the night before. Jisung was trying his best to finish his damn homework as fast as possible. He still has something important to do. Good thing it was just five items. Five minutes before the first class, he was finally done. He shoved his paper to Felix and Seungmin who still weren’t, slammed his pen on the table then rushed to your seat. You looked up from your phone and saw him grinning, breathing slightly faster than normal. “I’m done with my homework. How was your sleep?” 

That’s it. The moment he was waiting for. He had managed to make you crack a smile while saying, “Stupid.” His smile only growing wider in response.

Annoying you in the mornings apparently wasn’t enough for him. You decided to kill time after class in the library before you go home because you are 100% sure you’ll accept your bed’s tempting invitation. Your book was sprawled in front of you. Your headphones separating you from the rest of the world. Your feet was resting on top of the seat across you. You were focused on your assignment when the seat across you were pulled making you curse out loud. You removed your earphones and said sorry multiple times to the people around you. You looked hardly at Jisung: the boy behind the act. He was grinning, as always. “Sorry.” He said holding up a peace sign. He sat down and asked you “Why are you still here?” to which you only replied, “What do you want?”

He only blinked at you. You blinked back. “You’re not going home?”

“Later,” you replied shortly before going back to your work.

“Later? It’s eight?” You shot your head up at him. He was showing his phone which says it’s almost eight in the evening. You looked outside and realized it has already gotten dark. You immediately fixed your stuff and muttered a soft thank you before bolting through the door. Jisung quickly got up from his seat and caught up to you. “What’s wrong?” the both of you were walking-running out of the school grounds. “My next bus is at eight.” You said while huffing. You felt your hands being covered in warmth and then suddenly, you were running with Jisung leading you. 

Both of you were panting when you reached the bus stop. Unfortunately, it was fifteen minutes past eight. Jisung sat down while huffing, you following him not soon after. Once you have regained your breath, you faced Jisung. “Sorry for making you run for nothing.” Jisung looked at you, smiled, before sitting up straight. “When’s the next one?” 

“8:45”

“Oh. That’s only about 30 minutes,” he said after looking at his phone.

“You’re going to wait?”

“Yes.” He said giddily.

“Do you ride the same bus?”

“No.”

“When’s your bus?”

“9:00” 

You silently said oh, realizing you assumed wrongly. 

Silence fell soon as the both of you were too tired to talk until a question popped up in your head. “What were you doing in school at this hour?” He looked at you. “I was… uhm… I fell asleep.” He grinned widely. “Are you trying to befriend me?” You asked the question you were meaning to ask him for a while now. Jisung only looked at you for a while before answering, “can I?” It was now your turn to stare at him. “Who asks people for friendship permission these days?” You mumbled before looking away. However, Jisung heard it and laughed lightly. 

The whole course of waiting, you realized Jisung is the type of man who never runs out of something to say. His brain must be working fast, you concluded. He would tell a story. You would laugh and then tell your own version. You didn’t notice the time fly so when your bus arrived, you were partly sad now that you will be alone again in silence. You stood up and only waved him a goodbye before running up to your bus. Jisung watched you with a smile on his face, watching as the bus drove out of his sight before he waited for a couple of minutes for his bus.

Days passed and you found yourself spending more time with Jisung or more like Jisung annoying the heck out of you. Apart from the morning talks and library rendezvous, Jisung started walking you to the bus stop. Sometimes he would say he saw on the way or he forgot to return something but most of the time, he just “hi” his way to walking you. He had also started joining you at lunch whenever your other friends were busy due to your schedule difference. Sometimes he would take something from your food then stuck his tongue out before devouring it. Sometimes you just want the soil to devour his whole existence. Most of the time you just want to slap him. When he failed to get your attention, he would throw a piece of paper at you. And you, in return, would throw him a much bigger piece of paper and he would end up laughing and getting his ass beaten by the teacher. It was your turn to stick your tongue at him. 

It wasn’t really annoying if you think about it. It is just that you are easily annoyed and Jisung knew that better. So he continued annoying you in every little things until he was able to finally make you lose your cool.

It was the last day of ninth grade. Some were goofing around while some were decorating the room including Jisung, celebrating the end of the year. You were just in the corner waiting for your diploma, watching at how stupid your classmates look like. Boredom got into you so you decided to visit Luna, your other friend, in the other classroom. You stood up, about to exit the door when a snap of a scissor made you stop. You turned around and saw Jisung holding one with Felix and Seungmin at his back, the three of them frozen. You followed jisung’s gaze and noticed one side of your hair was shorter than the rest. He had accidentally cut a part of your hair to shoulder length.

You didn’t know if you were going to be furious or mad. It froze you as well, of course. Felix expected you to scream. Seungmin expected you to storm out. While Jisung -

“What the fuck?” 

- expected you to say just that. The only thing he could mutter was “So-sorry.” You did storm out, Jisung following you after. You were walking fast when he grabbed your arm and made you face him. “Look, I am really really sorry. We were playing around and I saw you coming and I was about to use you as my shield from them but then…” He touched the hair he accidentally cut but you slapped his hand away. “I can accompany you to the salon.” He tried to offer as an act of apology. “I don’t want to be with you, though,” you turned around and continued walking to your friend’s classroom.

The day ended and you were walking to your bus stop alone this time. Your hair was tied behind your back by Luna who lend you her hairtie. Your head was hung low the whole time until you reached the bus stop and heard a familiar voice. 

“Y/N I am really sorry.” Jisung said the moment he saw your figure.

“Stop it now.” You said without looking at him, sitting at the far end of the bench under the stop. 

“I really have time today and I hope you do as well so I can accompany you to the salon. I’ll even pay-”

“Can I just ask why do you like bothering me so much?” you finally looked at him and cut him off his words. “It’s not just about the hair. You are literally sticking to my side ever since you moved here. You aren’t even like this to Felix or Seungmin. You appear everywhere I go like a mushroom. Seriously? Is it because of my so-called reputation?”

Taken aback, he looked at you with softness in his eyes. You couldn’t read what he was thinking and you were thankful that you couldn’t because the next words he said stunned you.

“I just.. I just like you.”

A leaf which fell exactly a centimeter away from your face snapped you out of your thoughts. How funny. You managed to memorize every single detail even if it was years ago. Years. All those years that passed since you left, you thought you have moved on. You thought wrong. You have tried different ways for your mind to not drift off to that man. But you couldn’t deny the butterflies it gave you whenever his annoying ass would appear in your thoughts. You could only laugh at how pathetic your situation looks like. You thought you were desperate to forget about him but maybe you weren’t desperate enough to burn the effects he had on you. 

Out of nowhere, you felt the same butterfly that made you nervous. You stopped in your tracks when you realized what made them fly again. A laugh. You can hear steps approaching you accompanied by a laugh that was too familiar. A laugh that sounded so melodic and made you smile even if there was nothing to smile at. A laugh that you weren’t sure if you were ready to hear yet. 

Fear and panic enveloped your body. You immediately dropped the leaf you were holding and grabbed your bag ready to leave until a familiar face was directly in front of you. 

The butterflies intensified; your heart skipped a few beats.

 The wind brushed past the both of you, sending you shivers.

But the only thing you felt was warmth.

The warmth that was Han Jisung.

[g0niki]

8 months

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