dumbass quotes
hi! this is a list of dumb shit issawhat (huge inspo for frat jj) has said on twitch stream, not taking credit at all, one of the viewers created a google doc and i picked 100 of my faves and thought it could be fun to use these as prompts for a blurb thing
so, choose what jj you want (pike, sigma chi, college) and send me some numbers
(i have stuff i need to do today so i’ll start working on these later this afternoon and tonight)
1. I’m emotionally unavailable
2. My body/bloodstream is a pharmacy
3. I hate it here
4. My dick only touched my hands today
5. My dick is very clean
6. Please don’t talk to me
7. Teenagers are fucking pussies bro
8. I can barely read so I like looking at pictures
9. We’re having the opposite of a good time right now
10. I’m not even playing with my team right now, I’m gonna be independent and just run and shoot people in the forehead
11. You piece of dog shit. You utter piece of dog shit
12. IUD. Is that the implant
13. Fuck them kids. No don’t actually fuck kids
14. Are we talking about planets? I love outer space
15. Mars just probably tastes like cheese pizza
16. No offense. Actually, offense
17. You don’t wanna live in my mind it’s loud up there
18. Can we not talk about demons? That kinda stresses me out
19. There’s a video of a guy with a ton of tattoos who looks like he’ll fuck your step mom
20. I swear at one point I had bigger boobs than my ex
21. I just wanna be a shredded skinny boy
22. It’s not like I want to die, I’m just okay with dying
23. I don’t even touch my dick when I pee most of the time
24. Time to fuck some dumb ass bitches up
25. The amount I just got railed was way too much
26. I’m pretty sure nut has more calories than celery
27. I don’t pull out
28. I can’t hear you I’m dropping
29. I’m a fucking laser
30. My dick is 8 inches if I fold it in half
31. Actually my dick has never been on camera. I wear swim shorts in the shower
32. Where the pussy boys at
33. Imagine being married. Imagine having emotions
34. Sometimes I read then sometimes I think what if I didn’t have eyeballs
35. I’m gonna kick you in the fucking forehead
36. My lips are chapped as dick
37. It’s pretty early for arson talk boys but if you want to we can
38. You guys say a lot of sexual things and it stresses me out
39. It’s such a power play ghosting your parents
40. Blinking is for sore losers
41. Refreash
42. I’m gonna see how much of this beer I can delete
43. Don’t shoot me in the back that would not be cash money
44. Sand hanitizer
45. Condoms don’t even work
46. *talking about a funeral* open bar?
47. Adulting is for fucking losers
48. Alcohol? You mean spicy water
49. I hate how they make kids so stupid in movies. They’re dumb but not that dumb
50. It smells like soup in my house bro
51. And it went like
52. I’m not that versatile in my pegging lingo
53. What’s MI? Is that Michigan
54. I’m actually 4 food 5 and legally a short person. And I lost my juul. Oh no I just put it on the charger like an idiot
55. Pew pew pew right in your forehead
56. Guess who’s a dead bitch? You are hahahaha
57. Not in the mood to be trifled
58. Get bodied
59. I know how to talk to women. I’ve been doing it my whole life
60. Did I wash my hands? Sure…
61. You wanna see me in a skirt? No you don’t because I’ll look better than you do and you’ll get mad
62. Mom’s not home, we can’t kill the patriarchy
63. Go kick rocks
64. I’m not a wall puncher anymore
65. I don’t know I just work here
66. Fluffy duffy croissant boy
67. My brain sounds like a rock tumbler
68. Commit sudoku
69. Hit her with an actually
70. A lot of natural light but I wish we could get a bud light
71. I can’t hear you I’m yawning
72. I’m not an object I just want to be treated like one
73. I feel like when I eat I do better in life
74. I am pro elder abuse I agree
75. Nickle sized nipples that sounds like a bar
76. The cologne is in the air and I can taste it on my lips
77. The smell of this cologne reminds me of sex because whenever I use it I have sex
78. God damnit charge faster juul
79. Are you an innie or an outie
80. You can have my belly button pics for free baby girl
81. Does anyone want to meet god because I can help you out looking at you
82. Only if it’s pictures with sound
83. My second life I was a banana slug, learned a lot
84. I’m a virgin, I can’t hear you
85. I’m getting the nicest virgin (meaning version)
86. That’s what people say about my penis. Definitely doable but hard
87. A cat appointment? We call that a normal Tuesday
88. That fucking visor doesn’t slap
89. I should buy you a pair of catch these hands
90. I was watching ant videos last night they’re fucking crazy
91. LOOK UP TOP FIVE ANT MOMENTS
92. Who the fuck is spam risk and why are they calling me
93. What is a jetpack? Is that when you’re the big spoon but you’re small so you look like a jetpack
94. I’m gonna call you backpack though like dora because you don’t shut the fuck up
95. If you threw some long division at me I’d say go fish
96. I can’t even hear myself think. Not that I want to think
97. I don’t think I’ve ever had a fuck honestly. Does someone want to give me my first fuck
98. I don’t need to learn how to do anything, I’m 21. You can’t teach an old dog new tricks
99. That could lead into premarital breathing the same air
100. I didn’t even wear a hat yesterday so I don’t want to play thanks
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The Power Of Touch - Yoon Jeonghan
Type : Oneshot // Angst // Fluff // Smut
Warnings : Sensitive subjects and possibly triggering themes // TouchAversion!au
Word Count : 5945
Author Note : This story is completely self indulgent and personal to me because I suffer with touch aversion , that has got exponentially worse lately , so here’s a little piece of something from my heart 💕
Disclaimer : Not everyone with TA uses gloves as it doesn’t always help. For example some people are okay as long as it’s not skin-to-skin . I don’t use gloves personally but I can’t handle much or even any contact . I included them in this story to better tell the narrative and show the character progression :)
Sight. Smell. Taste. Sound. Touch. Touch. Touch.
Holding hands. A kiss goodbye. A high five. A hug. Touch connects us. When you lose that connection, it’s impossible to describe how alone you become. When you can’t reach out and touch, it feels like you’re drifting through life with no one there to catch you, nothing to keep you grounded in reality. There’s no comfort. No home. It is the loneliest feeling in the world. Isolation is detrimental.
Touch Aversion, or TA, can come around for a number of reasons; for many people it’s a reaction to a trauma that’s happened in their lives, a form of PTSD; for others it’s a symptom of OCD. For you, it’s a side effect of anxiety. There wasn’t any big traumatic event that caused you to be like this, you weren’t hurt as a child, never involved in anything particularly bad. It just happened.
You’ve been like this for as long as you can remember. The feeling of being touched making your skin burn and body cringe away; triggering panic attacks as you suddenly don’t feel safe. In some twisted way you feel safer in that bubble, being separate from the world - but like everyone you have moments. When all you want to do is curl up in someone's’ chest; to be held - but you can’t because it hurts too much.
The only person you’ve ever let close enough to touch you is Joshua. Joshua Hong; your best friend since preschool. He was with you before the TA started and he’s been by your side through it all. He understood your boundaries and made sure you felt safe and cared for in other ways; like bringing you an extra banana milk for lunch every day in 5th grade, or buying your first pair of gloves in 8th. Unconventional yes, but wearing gloves works as an extra barrier of protection, making life that little bit easier day to day. Besides, they made you feel fancy and who doesn’t like feeling fancy every now and then.
Growing up, Joshua always tried to help you open up to other people, but you just couldn’t. Then came adulthood and dating started becoming an issue. People didn’t understand it, and why would they? What kind of relationship can you have without touch? So you went on your fair share of first dates; dinners and movies that ended abruptly with the touch of a hand or even waist - until you gave up all together. You’ve lived alone in this bubble for most of your life, you could survive.
“Y/N please,” Joshua was laying on your bed whining while you were sorting through your latest portfolio, “It will be good for you and you know it. It’s just one date!” You’d invited him over to help you narrow down the shots from your latest photography job, but of course Joshua had managed to segway into setting you up on a blind date.
“Josh I seriously need your help here,” You lift two photos up in front of him, “left or right for the black and white?” you ask, face devoid of any emotion a his eyes narrow in on you, sizing you up to find the best way of breaking you down.
“Right, it’s pretty” he caves, a sigh escaping his lips as he falls back down on the mattress, “Jeonghan’s a good guy Y/N, Cheol’s been trying to set him up for months and I really think the two of you would hit it off.”
Joshua was relentless, you’re his best friend and he just wants to see you happy. Lately you’ve been burying yourself in work, avoiding hang outs and calls; entering, what Josh calls, the dark and twisty place.
“It’s not supposed to be pretty, it’s supposed to be strong,” you avoid his sharp gaze at your blatant change of subject, continuing to piece photos together inside the binder.
It took a beat for you to give in to the lasers pointed at the side of your face, sighing as you turn back to him, “you know dates for me don’t work Josh, it’s a waste of time for both me and him.” Joshua looks at you with such pity, seeing the way you try to hide the drop of your smile, forcing your lips to stay pulled up, looking anywhere but him.
“Y/n,” he calls your attention, “Han is one of my best friends, he’s worked at the company with me for years,” he stands up and reaches for your bare hands. It wasn’t until 11th grade that you felt comfortable enough to let him touch you skin-on-skin; since then Joshua has been your only source of physical contact, the only one you felt safe with. “I trust him. If it makes you feel better I can explain it to him before, so there’s no surprises?”
He was looking down at you with those big doe eyes, slowly drawing circles on your wrists with his thumbs - how could you say no?
Reluctantly, you nod.
“Please talk to him first, I think if there’s another Creepy Steve incident i’ll never leave the house again,” you laugh half-joking. Creepy Steve had been a guy from one of your shoots who had asked you to dinner and then tried to feel you up under the table.
---
Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck. Why did you always let Joshua talk you into these things? You wanted to be anywhere but here; sitting at a table in the middle of the new Italian restaurant downtown, waiting for your blind date to show up. It’s been months since you were last on a date, Creepy Steve be damned, and you were nervous. You fiddled with the hem of your gloves, constantly pulling them up and adjusting the fingers, trying to calm yourself down. Joshua had shown you a photo of Jeonghan shortly after the date had been confirmed, he was gorgeous, which typically meant this was about to go very badly.
Just outside the front of the restaurant, Jeonghan was standing adjusting his dress shirt and smoothing his hair down. He was just as, if not more, nervous than you were. For years he’s heard about you from Joshua, how incredible you were, how kind, how cheerful. He’d seen the picture of Josh and you at graduation on his colleagues desk everyday, he’d seen how beautiful you were. He was nervous.
Joshua had filled him in a little bit about your TA beforehand and Jeonghan had immediately went away and did some research, worried encase he did anything that would make you uncomfortable. Deciding it was time to bite the bullet and go in, Jeonghan takes one final deep breath before entering.
There you were. Sitting on a table in the centre of the restaurant, eyes cast downwards and hair swept to the side. He could see your fingers toying with the gloves on your hands and he suddenly felt a lot more relaxed knowing you were nervous too.
“Y/N?” Hearing your name knocks you out of the daze you’d drifted into; lifting your gaze to meet the man you’d been waiting for.
“Yes, um, hi,” he was a lot more beautiful in person, “Jeonghan right?” you stand to greet him but he stops you, holding his hands up and giggling shyly. If you looked close enough you’d see the faint blush that was beginning to paint his face and neck, but luckily for him your own nerves were keeping your eyes trained on the table between you.
The both of you sit down and order food, occupying the silence with small talk while you wait.
“Your gloves are very pretty,” Jeonghan compliments, not missing the way you try and hide your hands at the sudden attention. Worried he thought you were being rude wearing gloves at the table, your face blushes a deep purple and you look back to the ground.
“I’m sorry, I have a… a thing, the gloves.. Um,” through your flustered state you try to explain yourself but your words fall short. Jeonghan thinks he like seeing you flustered. The way your eyes grow larger and cheeks flush makes you look incredibly cute. He can see you stuttering and takes a second to smile warmly at you.
“Don’t worry, Joshua told me a little bit about it,” you visibly relax at that, thankful that your best friend hadn’t just left you in the deep end this time, “he’s told me a lot about you actually, you’re in photography?” Jeonghan asked, genuinely interested to hear about you.
The conversation flowed naturally, both talking in length about your work and lives over dinner. You tell Jeonghan about the trip you took to Paris last year for one of your photography jobs and you learn that he works at the same tech company as Joshua.
“Is that how you met Josh?” you ask, taking a sip of the red wine he had refilled for you not a moment before.
“Oh no, I met Shua through Seungcheol first, then when I got the job at the company we all just got closer,” he smiles remembering the two friends and you find yourself smiling along with him. “What about you?” he asks, “how did you meet Joshua?”
“We’re childhood friends,” you tell him, “Josh has been with me for my entire life, but he must be getting tired of me lately, he’s always trying to set me up,” you giggle, feeling light from the wine and comfortable enough now to joke with Jeonghan.
He watches you. A million thoughts racing through his mind; how badly he wants to brush that stray piece of hair out of your face, if your lips are as soft as they look, “I don’t think anyone could get tired of you,” he confesses, loving the way your neck flushes a dark red at the compliment. Joshua had warned him you found it difficult to open up to people, but so far you had seemed to be calm and just enjoying each other's company; the conversation flowing throughout the entire night. Jeonghan liked you, and as much as you’d like to deny it, you liked him too.
He walked you back to your apartment after dinner. Maybe it was because he was Joshua’s friend and he trusted him that made you feel more comfortable with Jeonghan than you usually do with strangers. When you get to the door of your apartment you both lingered, not quite wanting to leave each other just yet. Jeonghan didn’t know what to do, usually he’d kiss his date goodnight but he knew better with you, “Can I have your number?” he asked shyly instead. After exchanging numbers, the two of you take a second to just stare at each other sweetly, before you bursting in a fit of embarrassed giggles. “I hope we can do this again, I had fun.”
Your lips pulled up into a small smile and you nodded, fiddling with your keys, “I would like that.”
“Goodnight Y/N,” Jeonghan sends you a wave before making his way back to the elevator and you enter your apartment. Leaning against the door and sliding down to the floor as soon as you’re inside. You really liked him, and that scared you.
---
The next morning, you were woken up by Joshua loudly slamming your front door and calling out for you from the kitchen.
“Y/N! Wake up, I’m here for tea!!” he was calling over and over again. Begrudgingly, you force yourself up and out of bed, throwing on an old hoodie and shorts, before going out to greet your noisy friend. He was standing in your kitchen, pouring out two cups of coffee.
“I thought you said you wanted tea?” you ask, still half asleep and pushing your hair out of your face, “there’s some on the top shelf in the cupboard.”
Joshua gives you a look that says ‘are you kidding me’ before sliding over one of the cups.
“Not literal tea Y/N, I mean tell me about your date,” he explains, sitting down opposite you at the table, waiting for you to spill the previous nights events.
You really should have expected the interrogation. Jeonghan was one of his best friends too, of course he would want to know everything. It was scary enough having all the thoughts and feelings that came along with Jeonghan, but actually saying it out loud was another story - so instead you decided to play it cool.
“It was… fine,” you hummed, taking a sip of coffee, that was far too bitter, and avoiding eye contact.
“Fine??” Joshua presses,
“Good.. okay it was good.”
Sitting back on his chair, Joshua looked at you for a moment, taking note of how red your ears were getting and the slight bounce of your leg before his face breaks out into a teasing smile, eyes glistening and mouth twitching.
“You like him don’t you! I knew it, I knew you two would be perfect together! Wow I’m such a matchmaker, why am I still in the tech business?” he teased, not giving you any room to protest as he stood up to give you a tight hug and kiss to the temple.
Only Joshua could touch you like that and it wouldn’t send you into a hyperventilating fit, that’s why you always kept everyone at such a distance; always kept your feelings in a teeny tiny box at the back of your mind. But somehow Jeonghan had managed to open up that box and set all those feelings free, after only one date. Getting you to admit it to yourself was going to take a lot more than one of Joshua’s bubbling rants.
---
Similarly to with you, on the other side of town Seungcheol was busy questioning Jeonghan, wanting to know all the details.
Were you like how Joshua described you? Were you even more beautiful in person? Did he fuck up and accidentally touch you? Did you even show up?
“I’m not saying a word Cheol,” Han was adamant, turning away from the other boy, suddenly finding the couch cushions very interesting.
“C’mon Han, give me something! What is she like?” Seungcheol knew that he’d never get Han to break, but his curiosity was out of control. To them, you were this mysterious goddess Joshua had told them stories about but they’d only ever seen in pictures; Seungcheol couldn’t even deny the small ping of jealousy when Jeonghan had gotten a date with you first.
“She’s nice.” Hannie says flatly, enjoying teasing Cheol way too much to give him any more.
“Nice? Nice enough to see her again? Han you can’t leave me hanging like this!” Seungcheol was too busy whining to notice Jeonghan typing out a message to you on his phone, struggling to repress a smile.
> Hey it’s Han, I was wondering if you wanted to grab coffee later?
>
> Sure I'd love too, let me just get rid of Josh then I'll get ready :)
He giggled, guessing he wasn’t the only one getting grilled about last night.
---
You went on many dates with Jeonghan after that. Between constantly texting and calling each other, for some reason you just couldn’t stay away. At one point you had spoken to Jeonghan more than you had Joshua, and that was saying something. You liked being around him. You liked how he never pushed too hard, never did anything that could trigger you; but still had a good time.
Jeonghan liked spending time with you too. Every time his phone buzzed, he found his heart skipping a beat at the hope of it being you. He was falling fast. Touching wasn’t even an issue, he just enjoyed your company. Sure there are times when he wants to reach out and hold your hand or lean over to kiss your cheek; but then he hears you giggle at something over the phone, or sees how excited you get over those designs on your coffee, and he realises he’s happy to wait as long as you need, as long as he gets to spend this time with you.
When you take away touch from a relationship; and let’s be honest, this was a relationship; you grow close on a whole other level. You notice so much more and learn so much more about the other person. All their quirks, their habits; like the way you dig your fingernails into your palms whenever you’re in a crowded place; how you like your coffee with lots of milk or how your nose scrunches up if it’s too bitter. You learn a lot about a person when you take away touch, but only if you’re paying attention, and God was Jeonghan paying attention to you.
The two of you went on lots of coffee dates, fitting them in between his lunch breaks and your shoot schedules. When Jeonghan got some days off from work, he took you on trips out of the city, driving to a photo gallery by the beach where you found new ideas and inspirations for a job you were struggling to plan; as well as spending an entire day inside a movie theatre, moving between showing rooms and binging on popcorn. You hadn’t been this happy in a long time.
On your two month anniversary, Jeonghan took you to that same restaurant from your first date. He pulled out your chair and poured your wine; a habit of his you’ve picked up on. What really surprised you was when he handed over a box wrapped with a dark red ribbon; inside being a beautiful pair of gloves, the same red.
“I noticed you only ever wear black and thought maybe you’d like something different,” he says, looking at you with a shy smile, nervous and trying to gage your reaction.
It was one of the kindest, most thoughtful things anyone has ever done for you. It made your fingers tingle with the need to reach out for his hand, but you stopped yourself, not quite there yet.
It was still incredibly scary for you to let anyone in; you’d grown so close, so attached to Jeonghan in such a short period of time that it terrified you. Every time you got too comfortable or you fingers started drifting just a little closer to his, you pulled back.
It took another month before you gave in to temptation and were finally comfortable enough to not wear gloves around Jeonghan. It was a big step, one that didn’t go unnoticed. Joshua gave you a proud, and almost tearful, look you when you left your gloves on the coffee table when going out to meet Han. He knew how important it was for you.
Jeonghan wore a similar expression when he noticed, eyes constantly drifting to you bare hands and even going as far as asking if you were cold; seeing as you’d been wearing them every day for most of your life, he figured you’d be cold. But you weren’t, the rapid beating of your heart was warming you up just fine.
---
It was a weekend and the pair of you were on a walk through the local park. The weather was just starting to chill as the seasons changed and Jeonghan had been complaining about being stuck in the office too much, so you decided that a morning stroll would refresh you both.
Jeonghan was telling you about his week, which was particularly stressful with deadlines approaching. Lost in conversation, you almost didn’t notice the man chasing after a dog heading your direction, not until the man all but crashed into you. At the sudden contact you instinctively move back, too fast that you lose your footing and fall right into Jeonghan’s chest. Everything goes fuzzy.
All of your senses are in overdrive while simultaneously trying to disassociate; you can hear voices but they seem distant; palms sweaty and shaking as you try and move away again, but your knees buckle. Your breathing becomes irregular and you feel the typical panic attack quickly approaching. Jeonghan, who was holding you up so that you wouldn’t fall to the ground, was trying to get your attention, panicking himself seeing you so distressed.
“Y/N, I’m going to put you down okay? Y/N can you hear me?” he asked, eyes scanning over your face, unsure of what was the best way to help, not wanting to make the situation any worse. Slowly, he guided you to the floor, where he sat directly in front of you, holding out his hands so you could see he wasn’t touching you anymore.
“I’m right here Y/N, everything’s okay, I’m here,” despite being scared out of his mind, Jeonghan kept his voice soft and steady, “We can sit right here till you’re okay, I’m so sorry Y/N, I didn’t want you to fall, I’m so sorry I shouldn’t have touched you, it will be okay Y/N.” He was apologising profusely, repeating phrases Joshua had told him helps.
It took a few minutes, but once your breathing had regulated and you were finally starting to calm down. You were beyond embarrassed. Having being caught up in this safe little world with Jeonghan for so long, you had let your guard drop. Not wanting him to see you cry, you bury your face in your knees as you let the tears fall. Beside you, Jeonghan feels like crying too, but he keeps it together enough to whisper calming words to you till you’re ready to stand up and go home.
When you reach your apartment, you turn back to Jeonghan, “I’m really sorry about...that,” you say, voice barely above a whisper and eyes pinned on the floor. You don’t see the way his eyes glass over or lips struggle to contain their trembling.
“It’s okay, it happens,” he is so good, you think, “get some rest Y/N, just call me if you need me,”
Once you’re inside and alone again, you call Joshua. Sobbing down the phone and asking him if he was busy, really needing a hug but feeling too isolated to do anything about it. By the time Joshua arrived at your apartment, you were lying on the floor, curled up in a ball crying. Gently, he lifted you into his lap and lulled you to calm down. You told him everything that happened while he rocked you back and forth, rubbing circles on your back and wiping away the tears from your cheeks.
“You should have seen his face Josh, he looked so hurt, it killed me,” you cry into his chest, remembering how scared and lost Jeonghan had looked earlier, “I can’t do this to him, he’s so good, he deserves so much; he deserves someone who won’t break down whenever he touches them! I wish i could touch him Josh, I want to hold his hand, I want to hug him, but I can’t, I just hurt him! I can’t keep hurting him!”
Joshua listened to you silently, letting you vent it all out till you fell asleep in his arms. It broke his heart to see you like this; being with you since it started, he knows how hard it can be for you. He was always so worried you were closing yourself off, being too afraid to let people in; then Jeonghan happened and he could see the change in you. You weren’t wearing the gloves as often; you left the house more; you were happier. The last thing Joshua wanted was for you to go back into yourself, he’d never be able to get you out again. So, once he had tucked you into bed, he immediately left to see Jeonghan.
---
Jeonghan is in a similarly distressed state when Joshua get’s to his apartment. He’s pacing around the kitchen, eyes red and puffy.
“Is Y/N okay?” he asks, stopping the second he sees Joshua, “Is she hurt? What do I do Josh? I touched her, I’m such an idiot I can’t believe I did that, does she hate me?”
It took Joshua a while to get Jeonghan calm enough to talk everything through. Assuring him you didn’t hate him and you were okay. “It’s not your fault Han, Y/N told me what happened and she feels really bad,” he explains.
“What?” Jeonghan looked up from his shaking hands with scrunched up eyebrows, “Why does she feel bad, she didn’t do anything?”
Joshua looks at his friend with pity. How can these two people who are so obviously in love with each other just not admit it?
“Han. Do you love her?”
It takes a moment, but soon enough Jeonghan is spilling his heart out, confessing every thought and feeling he’s ever had for you since you’d met. How his chest feels like it’s going to explode every time he sees your face, or the way he continuously gets lost in the sparkle of your eyes whenever you’re talking about your work.
The whole time Joshua sits and listens carefully, taking note of the smile that spreads across Han’s face when he talks about you.
“I’ve never loved anyone the way I love her,” he confesses.
“She loves you too you know,” Josh says softly, not sure if he should really be the one to tell him but also knowing you probably never will, “She loves you so much that she thinks she’s hurting you. She wants you to be happy even if it’s without her,”
Jeonghan feels his heart clench. He’s happy with you; he doesn’t want to lose you, he doesn’t want you to feel like you don’t deserve him.
“She... she can’t do that… that’s… I need to see her,” he picked up his coat and was making his way out the door when Joshua reached out to stop him.
“That’s not a good idea right now Han,” Joshua slowly pulled the keys out of his hands, “Just give her a day, let her calm down again and she’ll be okay.”
---
Waking up the next day you feel exhausted and you’re left with a raging headache. Panic attacks always took a lot of you, draining you of all your energy and leaving you as a zombie for at least the next day. There’s a ‘Goodnight, sleep well xx’ text on your phone from Jeonghan but you can’t find the strength to reply; falling naturally into your dark and twisty place, ignoring everything and running on autopilot.
You have a day-long shoot down town so you quickly get dressed; grab your equipment and make your way out the door. Not forgetting the red gloves Jeonghan had gotten you.
By the time lunch rolls around you’ve completely submerged yourself in work, desperately trying to avoid any reminder of the day before. And it was going well; you’d managed to get some great shots and you were already starting to feel a little better. That is until you spotted Jeonghan talking to your assistant at the back of the room. How long had he been here? Why was he here?!
“There you are, is the shoot going well?” He asks when you’d made your way over, why was he acting so normal?
“Um..Yeah it is, Hannie why are you here?” you can’t look him in the eye, all of the embarrassment and hurt rushing back. He swallows dryly seeing your timid reaction to him but after what Josh said, he had to show you, prove that he was here for the long haul.
“I’m taking you to lunch, there’s a café not far from here that has the best coffee,” He’s smiling at you so softly, how could you say no?
It’s awkward. Neither of you quite being able to look the other in the eyes. Jeonghan orders you both a sandwich and coffee, leading you to a table near the back, presumably so you could both cry in private. When you’re both seated and let the silence sink in, he takes a deep breath and looks at you.
“I love you.” he says firmly, he had one shot at this and he was going to make sure you heard him, “I am completely, madly, helplessly in love with you.” Your breathing hitches as you stare back at him; no one had ever said those words to you before.
“Joshua told me how you were feeling but I’m telling you no. Don’t give up on us, because I’m in love with you and I think you love me too; and I know it will be hard and long and i’ll probably make a mistake sometimes but it’s worth it, because I love you so much and I don’t want to let you go.”
It’s overwhelming, but for once it’s not the scary kind. Everything feels warm and safe, sitting here with Jeonghan, who’s telling you all these things you’ve only ever dreamt of hearing and knowing that he’s being sincere and that you feel the same. His eyes are glassy as tears start to build up the more he speaks, telling you everything and hoping that you’ll accept him.
You can’t speak, not sure of what to say that could possibly get across how you feel, so you do something that you’ve been wanting to do for months. You reach over the table and wipe away a stray tear from his cheek, placing your hand down on his hand and softly rubbing circles across his knuckles. You’re still wearing the gloves he bought you but the action is enough for Jeonghan to know what you’re thinking. Tentatively he flips his hand over, linking his fingers with your own and you both start sobbing.
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Over a year later and so much has changed. Over time and with Jeonghan’s help you managed to open up more and more. TA becoming less of an obstacle in your relationship. Holding hands on your walks through the park; experiencing your first kiss, which went from quick pecks on the cheek to full on make outs; even cuddling at night became a regular occurrence. You’d let him in. It felt good to have someone, other than Joshua, that you felt comfortable enough to touch; suddenly the world became less lonely and a little brighter. Your skin a little warmer and overall you were just happier.
Of course with the highs, came the lows. There were still struggles and it did put a strain on your relationship every now and again. Sometimes, when your anxiety peaked, you couldn’t even let Joshua touch you; or when you’d both been busy with work for a while and not seen each other, it took some time to open back up again. But together you pushed through, and things had never been better.
Not long ago the two of you had decided to get an apartment together, somewhere closer to Jeonghan’s work than his and Cheol’s old place. It was another milestone for you and things couldn’t have gone better. All the boys had helped you both move, and by second night everything was set up. Jeonghan was your forever. This was your forever, and you couldn’t wait.
Naturally you were starting to want more, so of course you knew Jeonghan must have been feeling the same. It had been so long and he had been so patient; but it was getting harder to ignore the subtle poking in your back every morning or the way your panties would be damp after a particularly heated make out session on the couch.
You were more than ready to take this next step, you just didn’t know how to bring it up.
You’re both lying on the couch, legs entangled, watching some movie Joshua had recommended. To be completely honest you had no idea what was happening in said movie, far too distracted by the way Jeonghan’s chest moved up and down with every breath he took; the way his lips curled ever so slightly when he found something funny; how his fingers had been toying with the hem of your t-shirt for the last 20 minutes.
Feeling suddenly needy and confident, you stretch your neck up and place a soft kiss on the side of his neck. Jeonghan looks down at you in shock at your sudden boldness, but there’s a smirk on his face that says he liked it
“Are you okay?” he asks, brushing his fingers through your hair. You do it again, moving higher towards his jawline.
“Need you,” you murmur against his hot skin, kissing him again and feeling his jaw twitch beneath your lips, “I want you Hannie.”
You look up at him with big eyes, trying to convey what you needed, but Jeonghan was still hesitant. Of course he’d wanted to be intimate with you for so long, but he didn’t want to pressure you or move too quickly; but here you were, right in front of him, saying that you needed him and he could feel his resolve quickly melting away.
“Are you sure? Like, really really sure Y/N?” he asks nervously, not wanting you to say no but also scared that you’ll say yes.
“I’m ready Hannie, I want this, please,” and that was all he needed to pick you up and take you into the bedroom.
Everything was slow and careful, Jeonghan wanting to take his time and show you how much you mean to him; it being your first time, he wanted to make it memorable. He slowly pulled off your clothes, letting his fingers dance on the skin beneath. Your body shivered at the foreign feelings; his lips on your stomach; his hands dragging your underwear down your legs; it felt good. He was gentle, treating you as if you were the most delicate thing he’d ever seen, making sure not to go too fast and overwhelm you. Feeling brave, you reach out and tug on his t-shirt, lifting it over his head before throwing it to the side.
You touched him. Fascinated by the warmth of his bare skin, the bumps and curves, you traced your fingers across his entire chest, causing Jeonghan to moan softly. Once he’d removed the rest of his clothes, he grabs a condom from one of the bedside draws and you smirk up at him. He’d been ready for this, you think.
“What?” he questions the look, loving the attention you’re paying him,
“Nothing,” you whisper back, “I love you.”
When he thrusts into you for the first time you’re left breathless; it was a feeling you’d never experienced before and you wanted more. Slowly, Jeonghan starts to move, checking everything was okay before he made any movements, making sure you were comfortable. And you were. You had never felt as safe and as loved as you did right now. The whole time Han whispers praises and how much he loves you into the crook of your neck; while you drag your fingers down the space of his back, feeling the muscles underneath move with every thrust.
Soon enough you’re overwhelmed with emotions as you feel yourself come, tightening around him and moaning loudly into his shoulder; only for him to follow soon after, kissing you deeply and holding you close.
Afterwards, you’re lying on Jeonghan’s chest, softly tracing patterns on his skin.
“You’ll never want to stop touching me now,” he jokes, doing the same on your back and feeling your heartbeat mirror his own through his chest.
“You’re right,” you play along, kissing his chest and snuggling up into his neck.
“Good,” he whispers back, relishing in the feeling of having you so close as you both drift to sleep.
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