#han scenarios

☆[nostalgic] summer romance!au han jisung 
late birthday present for him and stays!|other skz aus

• “you’re stepping on my foot.”
• “deal with it.”
• “you’re so bossy, no wonder the kids don’t like you.”
• “do you want me to stomp on your foot next, jisung?”
• he smirks in response
• a half chuckle from nervousness because you might actually do it if he’s not careful
• and another because just getting this response from you makes him giddy
• the other camp counselors roll their eyes at the usual banter between you - head of troop 4 and him - head of troop 8
• every summer is the same story
• the infamous you vs. jisung rivalry 
• in everything from team sports to arts and crafts to lunch chores
• the rumor going around is that it all started when you two were both campers instead, years ago, chasing each other all around the grounds and giving your troop leaders at the time the biggest headaches of their lives
• now all this time later, you two weren’t campers anymore 
• and yet
• your fighting still managed to cause a wave of groans heard deep deep into the forest and sky
• but right now, under the canopy of the main cabin
• everything seems to be just a little more tense
• your hands are on his shoulders and jisung’s are on your waist
• excitable troop 11 leader minho is standing five feet away
• pointing to the two of you as an example for the troves of pre-teens that are sitting criss-cross on the floor
• “now, for some of you this might be your first formal bonfire dance and i know youre excited, but we have to go over the dancing rules. first rule: keep a safe distance.”
  
• you and jisung are obliging by that rule perfectly
• there is no way you’re about to press any closer to him, and you’re sure he returns the sentiment
• minho weaves his hands into the space between your bodies just to make a point 
• it somehow seems to push the heat and familiar woodsy smell that comes off jisung toward you, it tickles at you skin and you want to swat it away 
• but you keep rigid and ignore minho’s wrist that bumps your hip
• you truly wish he’d just hurry up as 
• this is getting beyond embarrassing
• probably because you are the least suitable couple for this demonstration, you literally hate each other and due to some kind of misstep on your part or the stars refusing to align today
• you ended up here
• “second rule, you should let your partner lead. in this case, jisung will lead.”
  
• you try to mute your scoff, but it comes out loud and echoes. jisung does that dumb smirk of his again.
• “third rule: for slow dances, go in a square formation. like so.”
  
• minho clears his throat and throws you two a look
• you throw it back at him because -hello, you only agreed to stand still in this position not actually dance
• but jisung suddenly curls the hand that’s on your waist a little tighter and with a confident nudge starts swaying you two in the devastatingly awkward silence
• “minho, can we at least have some music?”
  
• you hiss, you feel your skin hot with humiliation 
• “right right.”
  
• it’s some popular ballad from a drama you didn’t bother to watch, you try to concentrate on the sad lyrics
• because jisung is effortlessly moving you two through the beat
• and the blatantly obvious difference in his fluid like movements 
• and your creaky, robotic ones is justcrushingyou 
• the song - after what seems like a million years, accompanied with minho’s chattering - finally comes to an end
• jisung twirls you around and when you come up on the turn 
• you expect to see it for the third time
• his smirk
• but he’s not smirking, let alone even smiling. he’s just staring at you as if something other than embarrassment is scrawled across your face
• you take offense to it - why wouldn’t you? you’re enemies
• and you harshly tug your hand from his
• without a word you return to your clustered troop at the back of the cabin and jisung shuffles to join his too
• you don’t notice it, you’re busy doing your head count but he throws a glance over his shoulder
• did you really hate it that much?
• the bonfire dance rolls around at the end of the week
• it’s been the same old routine up until then
• your troops going head to head in anything and everything, you and jisung barking at each other like angry dogs and doing whatever possible to get on each others nerves
• you have effectively erased the whole dance tutorial stunt minho had pulled on you both from your mind 
• (and the mind of everyone else that even tried to bring it up)
• and with the way jisung was acting, you suspect he had too
• and now - under the fairy lights and smell of barbecue 
• you watch the kids mingle and laugh, the music isn’t that loud - so you can still make out the buzz of words here and there when you hear
• “dance?”
  
• you turn around and jisung is standing there. he straightens up and you see the bright, orange tshirt all the counselors wear and the handmade bracelets from his troop on his wrist
• you see the cargo pants you make fun of him for wearing all summer long
• and the bandana that hangs out of the right pocket
• his eyes wide like those of a frightened rabbit on a hiking path in the mid afternoon
• if he was anyone else in the world, and not the him that you’ve known for years, you would have been smitten
• which you find both hilarious and mortifying 
• “what?”
• “are you not going to dance?”
  
• ah, so you’re here to finally make fun of me for not being able to dance. what else could i expect from han jisung-
• “do you want to dance with me?”
  
• in an only natural reaction you scrunch up your nose and eyebrows, glare at him and go
• “what? no. of course not.”
  
• “why not?”
  
• “because -”
  
• “i want to dance with you.”
  
• he blinks in perfect clarity, like what he’s just said is some kind of given and not an anomaly that’s been built up for years 
• “jisung - i dont know what you are getting at, but it isn’t funny-”
• he puts a hand out and his warm fingertips brush yours
• the dance, the buzz of other people, the music, the food, all of it melts out of the frame of your mind 
• you still step back and away from him and jisung doesn’t move
• “im not being funny. please dance with me.”
  
• “i can’t dance.”
  
• you blurt out, even though he’s the last person you want to confess that too
• but this is so weird and you feel suddenly like the only person in the world 
• “that’s ok. we don’t have to dance here.”
  
• part of you is sure it’s an imagination you’ve conjured at the weakest point of this summer
• as jisung walks through the lamp lit path to the back of the counselors cabin, out to the little meadow there that’s wet from the rain that came down hours before
• you’d watched the droplets from inside the lunch tent, jisung had watched you from three tables over
• he stops in the middle of it and you can smell him and the night woods
• “no one will see us here.”
• his hand finds your waist and you start to tremble
• “jisung, what are you doing?”
• “im going to dance with you.”
• you shake a little more violently
• “why, you and i hate e-”
• he leans in so fast you almost choke back on the last word when his lips brush yours and his hand on your waist becomes less a feathery touch than a grip that flows a shock through you
• “ive never said that, ive never said i hated you”
  
• his lips whisper against yours
• “youve never said you hated me either.”
  
• your hands find the front of that obnoxiously bright shirt and you should push him away but you just bunch the fabric up
• he doesn’t move
• “we should have said it.”
• “no.”
  
• he kisses you again, and again, and again, and again until the only thing you can remember is what it feels like to be held so close to him in the warmth of his body
• you’re dizzy because you can’t even remember it’s jisung until you are pulling apart because someone is yelling his name and your name
• “we should go-”
  
• “will you dance with me later, another time?”
  
• you have a feeling his hand around you won’t let go unless you give him an answer
• you look at him - eyes adjusting to the moonlight casting a shadow over his face
• “yes, another time.”
  
• a decade later - you’re standing on the floor of a wedding hall
• your shoes are stuffy, the chatter of people all around you and the smell of food somewhere down the reception hall
• you feel out of place and slightly embarrassed 
• people are going to start dancing soon, aren’t they? i don’t want to dance…..
• you regret coming for a fleeting second - but you couldn’t say no - you’ve known the groom, bang chan, for some time
• refusing just because you didn’t want to make a fool of yourself for one dance would just be-
• “are you not going to dance?”
• the voice comes from behind you and you don’t turn, because you think you cannot be hearing correctly.
• “do you want to dance with me?”
• a hand takes yours and pivots you toward them slowly
• suddenly the wedding halls white walls and lilacs turn to old wood and climbing ivy
• the bright orange shirt, the cargo shorts, the big and soft and beautiful eyes
• “jisung?”
• “i want to dance with you and you said you’d dance with me later, remember - another time.”
• his hand in yours reaches forward
• and he turns from young and clumsy
• to more mature and handsome
• with a sharp jaw, long and heavenly features
• when he softly tugs you by the waist toward him 
• you swear you can still smell the trees on him
• the memory of a scent from all those years ago
• “i cant dance”
  
• you mumble and he reaches his lips down toward your cheek, “that’s ok. we don’t have to dance here.”
• you are in the tight hallway between the closed door of the staffs kitchen and the stairs leading up to the second floor of the hall
• no one is around, they’re all gone - jisung is holding you close and turning you in small squares
• “you’re stepping on my feet”
  
• he whispers and you want to laugh, but you think you feel the tears roll down your eyes when you mutter back
• “sorry.”
  
• he shakes his head, and he seems like he wants to pull you right into him. tighter. closer. to make up all this time.
• “no, you’re supposed to say-”
• “do you want me stomp on your foot next, jisung?”
  

HAN SERIES RECS

⇨ ongoing | ✔ completed | ✖ hiatus

Cafe Q{6} ⇨

@lvanter

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Set Up (sns AU) {70}✖

That blind date most definitely was a bad idea… at first. @jinniesmeow

Sunshine(sns AU) {18} ✔

Y/n’s only secret is that she’s in love with her childhood best friend, Jisung. The only problem? Y/n’s other best friend, Aerin , has a not-so-secret crush on Jisung. @svngbins

❥HAN NAVI

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