›summary - jisung just needs a little comfort after breaking up with his ex.
›warnings - mentions of a break up and sungie feeing insecure :(
›a/n - ok this is like the sweetest thing i’ve written but after seeing the 미친 놈 mv, all i want is to give sungie a big ole hug </3
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you’re in the kitchen preparing snacks before suddenly hearing knocks on your apartment door. of course, you knew who the knocks belonged to…you just weren’t expecting him to be here so early. it was currently 7:30pm and jisung said he’d be here by 8:00.
friday night movies was somewhat of a tradition for you two and even when he started dating his girlfriend, he insisted the tradition stay. she never really had a problem with it but you could tell she didn’t like how close the two of you were. honestly, you wouldn’t either but fortunately for her, you were nothing but best friends and would remain that way.
you open the door to be greeted by none other than the han jisung and step away to let him inside, but not before catching a glimpse of puffy eyes and a distant look on his face. he’s quick to cover it up with a smile, though, so you push the thought of there being something wrong to the back of your head. he would tell you if there was.
“why are you here so early, sungie?” you ask, walking back into the kitchen to finish the snacks.
“ah..am i early? i wasn’t really paying attention to the time. i guess i just couldn’t wait to come see you.” he replies, softly.
now you know he obviously doesn’t mean anything by his last sentence but you still can’t help the way your heart flutters upon hearing it.
you chuckle, putting the bags of popcorn in the microwave. “of course you couldn’t,” you tease. “pick a movie and grab a blanket out of the closet, i’ll be right there when the popcorn’s finished.” you command and as expected, jisung nods and does exactly as you say. he’s always been like that. it’s not like you boss him around for fun, it’s just that anytime you need or want something, he does it without question.
after the popcorn finishes popping, you pour it all into a big bowl, grabbing it along with the candy and your drinks and take it to the living room. after you manage to set everything down on the coffee table without dropping anything, you turn to see jisung already curled up under the blanket, watching you expectantly.
“did you choose a movie already?” you ask, sitting down next to him.
“mhmm.” he hums and grabs the remote to press play.
it only takes you a few seconds into the opening to figure out what it is he put on.
“the hangover? really?” you raise an eyebrow.
“what? it’s one of my favorites!”
all you can do is shake your head and throw a piece of popcorn at him–which he’s surprisingly able to catch in his mouth.
halfway into the movie, you’re about to move to the end of the couch so you have room to lay down but the sound of a quiet sniffle stops you. you look over at jisung to see a stream of tears rolling down his face, which confuses you because nothing about this movie is sad.
“sungie, what’s wrong?” you ask, voiced laced with concern.
“ah- it’s n-nothing.” he discards, quickly wiping away the stray tears and looking away from you.
“no it’s not nothing…tell me what it is.” you voice firmly, pausing the movie before turning your attention back to the boy in front of you.
“is there something wrong with me?”
“wha- no! of course not. where is this coming from?” your eyebrows squeeze together in confusion and concern.
“yuna broke up with me,” he blurts out, “she told me that i just wasn’t enough. that i couldn’t give her what she wanted.”
you feel tears welling in your eyes at the thought of jisung ever feeling like he’s not good enough.
“baby, look at me,” you grab his face. “you are more than enough. you are such an amazing and talented person and you treat everyone around you with kindness. sometimes people just don’t go well together, that’s all. yuna wasn’t the person for you and you weren’t the person for her. but believe me when i say that you’re someone’s person, okay? don’t ever think you’re not good enough.” you didn’t realize that you accidentally let some of the tears slip until jisung’s hand came up to wipe them away.
“oh my god y/n, please don’t cry because of me. i’m sorry, can you please just hold me?” he pleads with the biggest puppy eyes.
“of course, c'mere.” you open your arms, inviting him in before laying down with him, his head level with your chest and arms wrapped around your torso.
you begin to slowly stroke his soft hair before feeing him keen into your touch.
“sungie, i don’t wanna scare you but i- i love you,” you admit. “i can’t really tell you if it’s platonic or romantic, all i can say is that i love you so much. i’m so happy to have you in my life and i never want you to leave.” you sigh, happy to have gotten that off your chest.
“y/n i-” he looks up slowly.
“you don’t have to say anything, i just wanted you to know.” you cut him off, sensing his nervousness.
“no y/n, i want to tell you that i think i love you too. you’ve alway been there for me…please don’t ever leave.” he begs, arms tightening around your torso.
“i’m not leaving, baby. i’m not leaving.” you reassure, wrapping your arms around him even tighter.
at this point you were both squeezing each other entirely too tight but neither of you could care less. you stayed like this until eventually dozing into dreamland, forgetting all about the movie and the snacks sitting on the coffee table.
+ pairing: han jisung x female reader + genre: angst, fluff, suggestive, exes to ??, college!au, badboy!jisung + warnings: mentions of drinking, reader is slightly intoxicated, let me know if i am missing something + word count: 1.5k + requested as part of my Drabble Event #2 + summary:You knew Jisung’s promises tended to be empty and after what happened, you swore you would never be his again. However, it’s never too late to change, or is it? + lia’s note: Hello, how are you? So this drabble is very angsty, I’d say. I hope you enjoy reading it, I enjoyed writing it! Please, like/reblog this if you enjoy reading it and let me know your thoughts through an ask if you feel like it! As always, happy reading!
The party wasn’t as fun as you wanted it to be. Despite the music playing and everyone’s efforts to keep you entertained, the truth was you were having a hard time. These kinds of places always reminded you of Jisung and he was someone you wanted to avoid and forget.
However, that was proving to be harder than you’d like to admit.
You still saw him on the campus grounds and whenever your eyes met, you had to look away and continue to walk. You couldn’t bear the pain in his eyes, but you also didn’t want to bear it. It was probably an act to him like most of your relationship had been. Did he ever love you or were you too enamoured to see the red flags?
Whenever the two of you crossed paths he’d try to talk to you. He’d try to say that he had changed and that he was willing to give all of what you had another try. Part of you wanted to give in and accept his offer, accept his words. But whenever you were about to do it, images of what had happened popped into your head.
It wasn’t worth it. He wasn’t worth it. And yet, you couldn’t stop thinking about all of it.
As the party went on, you grew slightly tipsier. Whether it was your need to forget or your desire to enjoy a cold beverage, you weren’t sure. Your thoughts started to get muffled together, your words slurred. Even the music sounded slower and your dance moves were heavy and erratic. Your heart jumped in your chest and when your eyes landed on Jisung on the other side of the dance floor, you stopped what you were doing, unable to look away from him.
Tonight, he was alone. He leaned on the wall and sipped on his drink, raising his cup to whoever greeted him on his way to the upper floor. For a while, he was oblivious to your eyes on him. But just like when you were dating, he always found you. No matter how big the crowd, Jisung always found you.
When he started to make his way towards you, you considered turning around and joining your friends near the beer pong game happening, but you couldn’t. You waited for him to join you, watching as the lights changed and greeted his features, amazed at how he looked good under every single one of them. Han Jisung was certainly breathtaking.
“Hi.”
You didn’t hear his voice but you read his lips. For the first time in a while, you pondered what it would be like to kiss him again. You wondered what it would be like to feel his arms around your waist as he kissed your skin, wanting you to be his. Had that been an act too? Part of you didn’t want to believe that tonight. Not now when he was this close to you.
“I’ve missed you,” you said, licking your lips as you stumbled towards him, a crooked smile appearing on your face. “I’ve missed you so much, Jisung. I’m so sorry, I…”
Your hands quickly found the back of his neck and you tried to pull him closer to you, but Jisung tensed up under your touch and shook his head.
“You don’t want this, Y/N.”
“How do you know?” You said, rolling your eyes. “You don’t know me. You don’t know what Iwant!”
“You’re drunk. I don’t… I don’t want you to do something you might regret later.”
You couldn’t help but laugh at him. Since when had Jisung started to care about your feelings? Since when did it matter to him what you felt? This had to be the funniest joke you had heard all night.
“You’re funny,” you booped his nose, not letting go of his neck. When your eyes found his, you expected them to be happy and eager for something, but this time, they were sad and cautious. You sighed. “Why aren’t you happy tonight?”
He pursed his lips and studied your expression carefully, his hand brushing softly against your cheek. You slowly grabbed it and intertwined your fingers together, a wave of electricity greeting you abruptly. His touch was certainly something else and you craved it more each day you were apart. And yet tonight, Jisung didn’t want it. Or maybe he didn’t want you. He probably had his eyes on someone else.
“It’s not just unhappiness,” he said over the loud music and let go of your hand, shaking his head. “I’m upset and disappointed with what I did to you.”
“We can move on from that, Jisung.” You tried to get closer to him again, to grab his hand, to pull him closer, but he stopped you. “We can…”
He started to walk away from you and towards the front door of the house and you followed him with wobbly steps. When you were outside, the music pounded behind you and you stopped briefly to consider whether or not you should go back inside. However, you found yourself climbing down the stairs towards Jisung as he messed his hair and paced around the empty road.
“We can chat about it.” You shoved your hands in your pockets and started to make your way toward him. “I’m not thatdrunk.”
“But you don’t want to chat for the right reasons right now. I know what you want right now.”
“And that is…”
Jisung pondered for a while. He glanced at the houses around the two of you as he ruffled his hair, somewhat desperate. You sighed and lowered your head, unsure of what to do or say. Maybe he was right, maybe you wanted to chat for the wrong reasons. Maybe you would say yes to everything he’d say to you in hopes that would get you closer to him, even if it was just for one night.
“I know you, Y/N. I notice the way you look at me. I know what alcohol does to you. You become touchy, emotional, needy. Trust me this time when I say you don’t want that. We’d both regret it.”
“Why would you regret it?” You chuckled as your heart sunk in your chest. “You’re done with me, aren’t you? You’ve found someone else now and they’re probably better than me, right? Where is she right now?” You started to look around trying to locate someone in the shadows or inside a car or just leaning on a picket fence. “Where is she, Jisung?”
“There hasn’t been anyone after you.” His voice was sombre and a chill went down your spine. You wanted to blame it on the wind, but when your eyes turned to look at him, you knew he was the one that caused it. “I have been trying to be a better person. Words mean nothing when you have nothing to back them up with. But I have been trying, Y/N.”
“Why?” That was the only word that left your lips whenever you spoke with Jisung tonight. “You could have anyone, you don’t have to change. After all-”
“Don’t you understand that I love you?” He took a deep breath and started to pace around, avoiding looking at you. “When we were together, I took you for granted. And then, I messed up what we had and that made me realise that I… I love you. I don’t think I have ever loved anyone as I love you right now.” He stopped pacing and turned around to look at you, heartbroken. “And sometimes, loving someone means to keep your distance from them, even when you don’t want to. More than anything I want to show you that I have changed and that I am willing to wait until you’re fully sober for us to talk about this. For to talk about… us.”
You couldn’t say anything to him. You got lost in his eyes, in this foolish hope that kept on growing in your chest and that you were expecting to burst at any moment, disappearing in a matter of seconds. However, that didn’t happen. This foolish hope refused to burst.
When you didn’t answer him, he shook his head and started to walk towards the party. He kept his eyes on his feet and a regretful expression he tried to conceal with a sad smile. This was why your hope hadn’t burst. This was why it kept growing.
This time, Jisung was giving you something more than his empty promises. He was doing what he told you he would do: he was making an effort to be a better person. And right now, as much as you wanted to tell him that it didn’t matter, this mattered to you more than anything he had ever done to you.
“Thank you,” you said and he stopped on his way up the stairs to look at you. You nodded. “We’ll talk about… us some other day. I’ll… text you?”
“Call me.” He smiled softly at you and you couldn’t help but reciprocate the gesture. “I like the sound of your voice. Good night, Y/N.”
You blamed the alcohol in your system for making all of your thoughts slower and your reactions delayed. Still, despite all of that, one thing was for sure: this time, you would trust Jisung.
+ pairing: han jisung x female reader + genre: fluff, attempted humour, best friends (idiots) to lovers, non-idol!au, confession!au + warnings: mentions of food, reader LOVES chocolate cake, reader almost chokes on a piece of cake, let me know if i am missing something + word count: 0.7k + requested as part of my Drabble Event #2 + summary: Your love for chocolate cake is quite massive, but there might be a certain someone you love more than this incredible piece of heaven. + lia’s note: Hello, how are you? I hope you have fun with this one. It’s definitely on the goofy side and I had a lot of fun writing it! I hope you enjoy reading it as well! Please, like/reblog this if you enjoy reading it and let me know your thoughts through an ask if you feel like it! As always, happy reading!
Jisung held your hand as he guided you through the busy street and inside a small bakery. As soon as you stepped in, the smell of freshly baked goods surrounded you and you took a deep breath, smiling in delight.
“I heard they have the best chocolate cake in town and…”
Chocolate cake. At the sound of those words, you scanned the bakery display with all of your attention, reading the labels on the different cakes and pastries until you landed on your target.
“Chocolate cake…”
You let go of Jisung’s hand and walked closer to the display, completely enamoured by the cake. It looked delicious and your mouth was already watering at the thought of having a slice. If there was something you absolutely loved was chocolate cake: the texture, the taste, the smell. Everything made your senses tingle and you were on a life mission to find the best chocolate cake of your life.
“Thank you,” you said to Jisung and offered him a smile and a wink, “for continuing to help me on this mission!”
He let out a soft giggle and made the order for both of you. Jisung also asked for a slice of chocolate cake which meant he was willing to spend half an hour of his life hearing you talk about chocolate cake and how much you loved it. You didn’t know why he did it but you weren’t complaining. His company was the best and you wouldn’t trade it for anyone else’s. Not even for a slice of chocolate cake.
After the two of you found a table near one of the windows, you sat down and it didn’t take long for you to grab your phone to take pictures of your chocolate cake slice. You smiled the entire time, taking it from different angles that truly highlighted the beauty and delicacy of this piece of heaven.
“Ah,” you said, pointing to your slice of cake, “I want someone to look at me and care about me the way I look and care about chocolate cake. That is the dream!”
Jisung laughed again, messing his hair afterwards and glancing around the small place where a soft melody played to fill the silence.
“It’s a nice dream…” Jisung sighed and gulped. He ruffled his hair again and you glanced between him and the chocolate cake, unable to resist taking a bite. As soon as the piece of cake was about to reach your mouth, Jisung added, “What if I want to make it happen?”
“What?” You shoved the piece of cake in your mouth and at the explosion of flavour, you closed your eyes, enjoying every bit of it. “Oh my God… This is sogood.”
You could cry about how delicious this cake was. The velvety texture melted in your mouth and the flavour wasn’t too sweet nor too bitter. It was perfect.
“Isn’t it obvious that I want to date you?”
Your eyes widened in shock and you almost choked on the piece of cake you were enjoying. Jisung quickly got up from his seat and came to pat your back, helping you calm down and regain your composure. Did he say what you thought he had said?
“What did you just say?” You said, lifting your eyes to look at him, perplexed. “Did you say you wanted to date me?”
“Yes.” He nodded. “If I haven’t made it clear, I do like you and I want to date… you.”
You nodded, unsure how to form a coherent sentence to express your feelings. Inside of your head, you were jumping, screaming in excitement, shaking your legs up in the air. Here, however, you could only look into Jisung’s eyes as you tried to calm your heart down and remind yourself that you couldn’t stare at him for the rest of eternity. Or at least, now you could.
“Hm… the chocolate cake is good,” you said and shook your head right after. Could you for once in your life stop thinking about chocolate cake? You cleared your throat and glanced back at Jisung. “What I’m trying to say is that the chocolate cake is good, but this is much better. So much better. I mean it.”
And you meant it. Chocolate cake was great and all, but being loved and cared for by Jisung? Oh, that was divine.
pairing:idol!han jisung xtrainee!gn reader genre: fluff, suggestive, kinda friends to lovers word count: 1.2k warning: cursing
✦ 。description: han jisung catching you reading smut about him
“Let’s get inside, baby. Let me warm you up.” You adjusted the way you sat on the café couch, feeling that the fic you’re reading was starting to become a little… well…hot. The soft jazz music playing in the background did not help at all.
It was a cold morning on a Sunday; the coffee shop beside the company building was less crowded than usual. The snow stopped a while earlier, yet it still felt cold inside. Who were you to complain, though? Your formerly hot coffee remained ignored on the table. You were too invested in scrolling to even bother at this point.
Jisung ran a hand on your waist, staring at you intently. He started to place swift kisses on your neck then down to the exposed skin of your shoulders. A shudder ran down your whole body as if you felt what you were reading. This was not your first time reading fanfiction. Still, there was never a time that you weren’t amazed by how excellent the writers were. You feel every single word. Except this was not a good time to feel something since it’s fucking smut, and you are most definitely not in a private place right now.
