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Pairing: Jisung x Minho (Minsung) Word Count: 2.7k Genre: Angst, unrequited love Warnings: Hanahaki disease, descriptions of coughing / throwing up (obviously), descriptions of blood, descriptions of organ damage, like one curse word, unhappy ending

Summary: The one time that Minho thought Jisung was joking about his feelings, but the bloody flowers in the trash can told a different story. Sometimes silence is more painful than rejection, and sometimes you have to give up on your dreams - even if you disappear in the end anyways. A/n: Writing in third person after writing so much second person stuff has me fucked up y'all. Sorry if the wording is awkward or it feels like names are overly repeated. I'm rusty with non reader inserts. This has not been proofread, please send corrections to my ask. As always, if you enjoyed my work please consider reblogging because likes do not help visibility, nor do they give me any kind of feedback about my writing. Content creators thrive on feedback, please feed us, we're hungry. ost: Colors - Halsey

----- everything is blue - his pills, his hands, his jeans and now I'm covered in the colors, pulled apart at the seams -----

If you looked up the definition of 'hopelessly whipped', it would simply be a picture of Han Jisung staring lovingly up at Lee Minho in the practice room like he was doing right now. The clumsy quokka had fallen down for the fourth time today, his head too focused on holding back the coughing fits to concentrate on his dancing and inevitably tripping over himself. Minho stood above him with a stern look, holding out a hand to help him off the ground but Jisung just stared at him for a moment, admiring all the colors in his eyes from the lights reflecting off of them.

"It's rude to stare." Minho's voice had an air of playfulness to it, cracking a smile as he pulled Jisung back up to his feet. "What's gotten into you today?"

"Nothing, just a little distracted." Jisung replied, shaking his head and fixing his hair. The burning in his chest started to subside as he drank in this moment, fearful that it would all be over if he let the truth slip out unintentionally. For now, he would just swallow the petals back down and pretend that everything was fine as he became more lost in his bandmate's unwavering gaze. It wasn't often that they got to practice alone like this, but it was at Minho's request after the disaster of the last group practice. "I'm sorry, can you show me one more time, hyung?" Clearing his throat brought up the familiar ticklish feeling of the silky smooth petals, quickly washing it down with water before gesturing to Minho.

Minho simply nodded, stepping in front of the mirror as he quietly counted himself off. Jisung could only watch in awe, charisma dripping from every pore of Minho's body as he moved. It was truly a sight to see, such precise and fluid movements that appeared to be of little effort to him. Sometimes Jisung would ask him to repeat moves just to soak in how flawlessly he executed them, causing more love to blossom through his chest and fill his lungs, slowly killing him in the process. He shouldn't keep torturing himself like this, but he couldn't stop his feelings from exploding like an over-saturated sunrise, spilling up and over every part of him.

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Minho had gotten home late from a photoshoot, his outfit still in perfect shape as he hadn't had a chance to change yet. Upon walking in the door, he heard Jisung's frantic coughing spell and remained in the hallway, waiting to make sure his bandmate was going to be alright. Once the coughing had subsided and he heard a bit of shuffling in the room, Minho decided to wait on the couch to see if Jisung would come out, and surely enough he did.

"Are you sure you're feeling alright? That cough didn't sound good." Minho's voice was low, barely audible in Jisung's ear as he joined Minho on the couch. He was afraid of someone hearing his coughing fit, it had gotten worse overnight it seemed. The petals would force themselves up at all hours of the night, interrupting his sleep and forcing him to hide bags of bloody flower fragments around his bedroom. He shouldn't be up at this hour, but the burning and tearing in his chest was too unbearable for him to get comfortable.

"I think I'm coming down with a cold or something. I'm too uncomfortable to sleep." Jisung responded, his voice starting to become hoarse from the intense coughing and gagging over the last few weeks. It all started when he finally admitted to himself that he was absolutely, unequivocally in love with Minho, the realization coming after a series of vivid dreams. How he wished he didn't dream at all, then he could continue to live in blissful ignorance of his own feelings.

"Come here." Minho said quietly, shifting his position and opening his arms, gesturing for Jisung to lie on his chest. Suddenly the flower petals calmed themselves, settling back in his lungs for the time being as he placed his head on Minho. "I could knock you out with one of the cast iron pans."

"Joke's on you, baby, I'm into that." Both boys burst into laughter, trying to stifle the sounds in order to not disturb anyone. Jisung allowed himself to get comfortable, enjoying the comforting feel of the satin shirt Minho was still wearing and the muted cologne that surrounded him.

Minho may come off as cold to some, rough around the edges and quite mean when he wanted to be. But Jisung could see past the tsundere masterpiece before him, the love that Minho had buried deep within him always covering Jisung like a fresh coat of paint on a perfectly primed canvas. Red, he always thought. Minho was a striking red. Bright and vibrant, passionate and intimidating, but wholly misunderstood. But on nights like these, he was a comforting blue - calm and safe like the gentle waves of the ocean when the wind stilled. Jisung began to feel the exhaustion washing over him, his eyes fluttering shut as he relaxed and began to drift off. Minho wrapped his arms securely around Jisung, feeling his breathing slow as he fell asleep.

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"I think... I'm in love with you. Like, really in love with you." The truth fell from Jisung's lips before he could stop it, holding his hands up as if he could catch the words as they spilled. The silence of the studio made it all the more nerve-wracking, white noise completely eliminated by the soundproofing, leaving only the weight of the confession hanging in the air.

"Ah, you want me to buy you lunch or something? You only joke about loving me when you want to use my credit card." Minho joked, shaking his head as he chuckled.

"I'm serious. You're the most amazing person I've ever met, everything you do makes me fall more in love with-" Jisung's words were cut off by a seemingly forced laugh from Minho, his heart beginning to sink as he realized where this was going.

"Okay, okay, joke's over. I'll buy you whatever you want." There was a tinge of nervousness in Minho's voice, his laugh becoming more forced as his bandmate failed to join in the laughter.

"Hyung, I'm not joking." Jisung's eyes were shining with tears, the pain in his chest quickly increasing as he swallowed back the petals. He could feel them in his throat, working their way up as he watched Minho's face turn from amusement to a blank stare. The silence was so painful, and those flowers were creeping up again with more force, his lungs burning worse than they ever have before. It was getting worse, it was getting so much worse.

"Hannie, it's not funny anymore. Seriously, it was a good joke but-"

"I'm not-!" Jisung was caught off guard by the first cough, quickly reaching for the trash can next to the desk because he knew exactly where this was going. It was just too painful to hold it back anymore. "Fuck-" He hissed under his breath, the pain peaking as he choked wildly for a few moments before gagging up a perfectly intact rose and spitting it into the trash. The deep blue petals were coated in a mixture of blood and mucus, giving a slimy appearance to a normally beautiful object. He had never coughed up an entire flower before, it was significantly more painful than the petals and caused a few drops of blood to drip from the corner of his mouth.

"Jisung?" Minho's voice was filled with concern but his expression remained blank and unreadable, though his eyes were growing wider with each passing second. Jisung let out a defeated chuckle, the eerie sound filling the studio, though it was hopeless and hollow.

"You see? My body keeps trying to give you flowers..." A melancholy smile tugged at his trembling lips, knowing there was nothing more he could do to convince his tsundere bandmate. Instead, he tilted the trash can filled with dried petals and now a whole flower blossom so that Minho could get a better look at it. "It just hasn't figured out a less painful way do it yet." He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his lip still quivering as he refused to look Minho in the eyes. Another sudden cough sent blue petals flying into the air, scattering across the desk and leaving small droplets of contrasting crimson in their wake. Surely the sharp leaves and thorns had scratched his throat up and would continue to cause damage as the disease progressed.

"I have to go. I forgot that I had a meeting with my manager." With those words, Minho quickly gathered his belongings and slammed the door behind him, disappearing down the hallway. Jisung sat at the desk for a moment, waiting for the coughing fit to calm itself, but two more rose blossoms fought their way out of him before he could take a deep breath. His lungs felt like they were filled with thorns, ripping and tearing at the surrounding tissue as he struggled to regulate his breathing.

With the click of a button, the studio was filled once again with Minho's voice, his vocal track playing while Jisung fished for a piece of paper and a working pen. He knew this would be the last time he set foot in the studio, tears streaking down his rounded cheeks as he scribbled a note with file names and passwords for Chan.

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Jisung tried to make himself scarce around the dorm after the incident, often refusing food or companionship in favor of sleeping for hours on end. The trash bags full of roses were piling up now that he refused to leave his bedroom, the metallic taste of blood becoming permanent on his tongue from the near constant stream of flowers and thorns.

Nonetheless, he found himself in the kitchen, having wandered there aimlessly when his original purpose was to take a shower. The smell of food being prepared had enticed him as his stomach growled, begging him to eat something - anything. All of his energy was going to the rose bush that was slowly ripping his lungs apart

"Where did these roses come from?" Chan asked, pointing to the vase on the counter that held eight beautiful, bright red roses. Jisung looked up from his staring contest with the floor to briefly peek at the flowers, his heart fluttering just a bit with the idea that maybe they could be for him. Absolutely unlikely, but the hope kept him from fleeing the room or making any kind of scene.

"Ah, my mother sent them, they came out of her garden. There's eight, one for each of us." Minho's voice was stale and flat, not bothering to look up from the vegetables he was cutting up on the opposite side of the kitchen. The sound of his knife hitting the cutting board caused Jisung to wince, his eyes falling from the flowers to Minho's careful hands. He was torturing himself again but he couldn't bring himself to look away.

"Oh, Jisung-hyung has blue roses, I think. I've seen the petals around the house." Jeongin looked up from his game to join the conversation. "Maybe you can try to breed them and make purple roses! Or wait... is that only in Animal Crossing?" He seemed a bit confused now, his attention back on his phone as he looked up the answer to his question when the tension in the room became too heavy. Jisung realized he hadn't been hiding his condition well, especially now that his eyes were beginning to sink in from lack of eating. The bags under his eyes were obvious, a result of his frequent naps being interrupted by both nightmares and beautiful dreams. It just added to his stress knowing that people had found the petals, despite his best efforts to hide and dispose of them.

Minho looked up from his task, meeting Jisung's gaze only for a moment before furrowing his brow and turning away. Jisung bowed his head once more, defeated and broken beyond what anyone in the room could possibly comprehend right now. As Minho spoke, it only added to the fire burning in Jisung's lungs, the thorns poking and prodding at his insides.

"Purple just isn't for me, it's not my color." The words came out staccato, stern, cutting the air like a sharp blade and causing everyone to tense up. Tears welling in his eyes and flowers threatening to force themselves up without much warning, Jisung turned and quickly made his way back to his bedroom. He was never coming out again while the others were awake, it was too much for him to handle. He didn't want to waste away in his bed like this, but what was he supposed to do? He needed a way out, it was the only option. But music was his life, his passion... he couldn't just leave it behind.

Attempting to distract from Jisung's sudden and slightly suspicious exit, Chan grabbed one of the roses out of the vase and looked it over. He gave a small frown, studying the smaller flower that didn't seem to be in great shape. "I think this one may have gotten damaged on the way here. It's a bit wilted and discolored... a shame, really."

"Take it out, then." Minho replied with a scowl. "It'll ruin the other ones if you don't."

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It was difficult for Jisung to hold back the coughing fits as he sat quietly in the car. He had arranged a meeting with the company's management team, unbeknownst to his bandmates that thought he was simply going to the studio or out for a meal. This wasn't a decision he had made lightly, his heart sinking into his stomach as he entered the large building.

The lights were bright, nearly blinding as he weakly made his way down a few hallways until he reached the elevator. He pressed the button for the correct floor before tucking himself into the corner, pulling his jacket closer to his body as if he were trying to hide in it. Countless times he had joked and played with Minho in this same elevator, the laughter haunting him as he stood here alone, the weight of his decision sitting heavy on his shoulders. Pulling out his phone, he scrolled through his contacts, selecting all of his bandmates and blocking their numbers. He wouldn't be returning to the dorm after this meeting, he couldn't bear to say goodbye. It was easier to just disappear.

Staring at the executives as he stepped into the eerily silent meeting room, Jisung knew he had no choice at this point. He would continue to deteriorate, coughing up bouquets worth of bloody blue roses until one day his lungs gave out or his throat collapsed in on itself from the damage. He had to get out, he had to get away. The longer he was around Minho, the more reluctant he was to have the flowers - and thus his ability to love - surgically removed. It was painful to look at him but it was so much more agonizing to imagine a world where he wasn't hopelessly in love with the temperamental tsundere. Sometimes the pain was worth it for the few moments of pleasure, but if he was going to waste away like this, he wasn't going to do it publicly. Even if he chose to have the surgery, he wasn't sure he could go through with it. Jisung wanted his last memories of Minho to be how much he loved him, how bright the world seemed when he was around.

The men in the room gave a questioning look at the silence, causing Jisung to let out a heavy sigh before he spoke, his voice shaky and hoarse.

"I'd like to void my contract."

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Official Statement from JYP Entertainment -

After many negotiations, we have come to an agreement regarding Han Jisung's request to void his contract with JYP Entertainment due to ongoing health issues. Jisung will terminate all activity with Stray Kids and 3RACHA, effectively immediately. We are working diligently to make arrangements for the upcoming activities and will give a statement when more information is available.

We at JYP Entertainment wish Jisung the best in terms of his health and ask that you respect his privacy at this time.

----- everything is grey - his hair, his smoke, his dreams and now he's so devoid of color, he don't know what it means -----

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ten months earlier

It’s a shrine. Photographs and posters of your face adorn the walls of your former bedroom, meticulously arranged in neat rows, each framed and dated, chronicling your journey. The once wobbly old bookshelves, which cradled your most cherished books, have been replaced by plain white ones, now solely occupied by your albums and merchandise. The desk, your sanctuary where you spent countless hours studying or writing songs until your body gave in to exhaustion, has vanished. In its place stand several life-sized cardboard cutouts, unmistakably pilfered rather than bought. The only vestige of familiarity in this shrine is your bed, still dressed in the same crimson linens you had always adored. There you sit, a hollow semblance of the person whose face now dominates these walls, alongside your untouched suitcase since your arrival.

A torrent of conflicting emotions surged through you, as memories long buried flooded your already chaotic mind, bringing with them a sharp migraine that crept through your temples. Despite having taken medicine, you doubted it would dissipate without the balm of a proper night’s sleep. Yet, as your mother poked her head through the half-closed door of your old bedroom, you knew rest would remain elusive. Nevertheless, you managed to pull the corners of your lips into a smile, hoping it would be convincing enough as she made her way inside to sit beside you.

She surveyed the room she had reimagined, a delicate flush coloring her cheeks. "I couldn't help it; I wanted to celebrate your success."

You remained silent, instead allowing your gaze to drift over the unsettling array of posters, each bearing your stage name, Noctara. The dark, haunting themes woven into every image evoked a peculiar sensation, as though you were staring at the face of a stranger rather than your own.

"I wanted to showcase everything in the living room so our friends could see just how hard you’ve been working," she said, her voice tinged with a soft laugh as she rolled her eyes playfully. "But your father worried it might scare some of them away."

You couldn’t help but agree with your father’s sentiment, though you managed to smile at her gesture. It was strange to see her so animated, grasping for words when the last time you had seen her in person had been so fraught with pain. It seemed she wished to erase that hurtful moment from memory — or perhaps she already had.

It was no surprise that she chose now, when you had to conceal half your face just to walk the streets without being recognized, to display your success. Although performing had always been your passion, you had often contemplated quitting, burdened by your mother’s relentless obsession with having a prodigious child. Time and again, you had been pushed to the brink, desperately clinging to whatever you could to prevent yourself from falling.

The irony of your success as an idol was not lost on you. As deadlines and relentless schedules closed in, every attempt to catch your breath was thwarted. You couldn’t retreat behind your doting father for refuge anymore, not when your career stood at its zenith, laden with the heavy expectations of others.

Your career had granted you the ability to fulfill a dream that was close to your father’s heart—allowing him to retire from his grueling construction job and open a record store just around the corner from your street. The store, flourishing amidst the resurgence of vinyl enthusiasts, stood as a testament to his newfound joy. The thought of quitting now, and disappearing from the spotlight, was unthinkable. Your family, now reliant on your success, would be left with nothing, and no matter how you felt about them, it would be deeply unjust.

“Have you seen my garden?” Your mother’s voice cut through the silence that had stretched between you, breaking the heavy pause with an unexpected question. You shook your head, astonished to learn that she had finally done what she had long promised: to revive the gardens that had languished throughout your childhood. “Come with me.”

She gestured for you to follow, rising swiftly and hurrying out of your room with an eagerness that suggested she’d rather be anywhere else. With a soft groan, you pushed yourself to your feet, ignoring the persistent ache in your lower back and knees.

As you entered the common areas of the house, you found the glass sliding doors leading to the backyard flung wide open. Your mother stood on the porch, her face alight with a broad smile as she awaited your reaction to her labor of love. The garden was a riot of wildflowers, each one a burst of color, growing almost as tall as you. There was no trace of meticulous planning; instead, the flowers seemed to have been scattered with joyful abandon. A stone path wound its way through the garden, leading to a stunning fountain that stood gracefully at its heart. Despite the apparent chaos, your eyes were drawn to the garden's raw, untamed beauty, a testament to its natural charm and the loving hands that had nurtured it.

“It’s beautiful,” you murmured, your voice barely more than a breath. She gestured toward the porch swing beside the sliding doors, and you settled onto it with a grateful sigh as she joined you. “I’m so glad you finally got the garden you wanted.”

Her smile was soft and warm as she replied, “It couldn’t have been without you.”

You fought to contain the swell of emotion in your chest, but the smile that tugged at your lips betrayed your efforts. Her smile widened in response, a silent acknowledgment of the moment, and she wisely chose to let the silence stretch between you, wrapping you both in a comfortable tranquility.

“Do you have anyone?”

The unexpected question made you scoff, your eyes rolling before you could curb the reflex. “What do you mean?”

“I mean,” she said through gritted teeth, struggling to mask her frustration, prompting you to purse your lips in silent apology. “Are you seeing anyone?”

“Mom,” you sighed, trying to keep your tone even. “You know that as an idol, I’m not allowed to date.”

“Yes, that might be true,” she pressed on, undeterred. “But I keep reading about idols who are dating anyway.”

“And why can you read about it, Mom? Because those idols either got caught or their companies allowed them to publicly announce their relationships.”

“Yes, yes,” she waved her hands dismissively, as though swatting away your argument. “Rules are just suggestions; they can’t control you completely.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle breathlessly, glancing up at the stars above as if they might lend you some strength. The absurdity of her words almost made you laugh out loud.

“You don’t understand, I could be fired if I’m caught dating. It’s happened before.”

“At least hear me out,” she persisted stubbornly, and you sighed in resignation. “The reason I bring this up is because I recently met an old friend from my youth—”

“Absolutely not.”

“Hold on—”

“No, Mom, I am not meeting any of your friends' sons.”

“Please!”

Her desperate plea silenced you, leaving you with your jaw clenched in frustration. To regain your composure, you shifted your gaze to the tranquil garden, seeking solace in its calm serenity.

“I recently reconnected with an old friend from my youth, and she has a son who is also an idol. I didn’t make any promises, but I said I’d discuss it with you. If you agree, you’ll meet him this Friday at a coffee shop just two blocks away. Even if you’re worried about your company firing you—which I doubt, considering your success—you can simply say you’re meeting a friend rather than going on a date. There’s really no harm in meeting one boy for your mother’s sake.”

“My answer is still no. I don’t want to—”

“Oh, Y/N, please! I don’t ask for much—”

“No, Mom, you ask for everything! It doesn’t mean I don’t appreciate everything you’ve done for me—I do—but my answer remains firmly no.”

“So you’d rather embarrass me?”

With an exasperated sigh, you gaze up at the star-strewn sky, silently pleading for some celestial intervention.

“Fine,” you grit out, your frustration barely contained. “But I will meet him just this once, and you will never pester me with this nonsense again.”

The joy that spread across her face would have been almost comical if you weren’t so weary. She leaped up in excitement, planting quick kisses on your cheeks before dashing inside, presumably to share the news with your father. In the distance, you heard her calling out the details again: Friday at noon.

You released another sigh, rubbing your temples as you reclined in your seat. The garden remained as enchanting as ever, and the night sky, with its blanket of stars, was even more breathtaking.

posted: 06 • 14 • 2024

💬 a note from green;

i broke up with my girlfriend today but we roll haha. Anyway, I hope everyone enjoys this chapter, more will be coming since i'm just going to throw myself into writing instead of coping because therapy is expensive and i don't want to.

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Skz makes a bet on you Maknae Line

Pairing: OT8 SKZ x f!Reader

Genre, AU: angst ofc, lovers to exes!AU

Warnings: cursing, mentions of cheating, many mentions of insecurities. I think that abt it

Summary: you happened to learn one day that the never really loved you and only made a bet with the other members to see if you would fall in love with them

A.N: Not proof read at all and this is the maknae line to the previous one. Both part twos will be coming out soo I promise🤭

Parts: Hyung Line Part 2

HAN JISUNG It was his birthday and you were more than happy to surprise him. The members were in on it too. To suddenly stop during practice and sit him down.

For the whole day you were preparing. Making a cheesecake for him and baking a cake for the rest of the members. You decorated the cheesecake in some little quokka cake pops. After you were done, you began cooking his favorite meals and packing them up. When all the cooking, making, and cooking was done, you found that you had more time on your hands. So you felt the need to clean the house so it’d be all tidy when he got back.

You checked the time before heading out. The house was clean, food was ready, now all you needed to do was get a gift and drive to the company. As you strolled through the store a very particular item caught your eye. A small clip earring with a feather at the end. It was perfect. Jisung always called you his, quote on quote, “Little Dove.”

So you grabbed it and put it in a little box with a bow.

You drove to the company excitedly. Giving the food to the staff before making your way to the practice room. You were just about to step in when you heard it. The color drained form your face and the excitement you held earlier, gone.

“I can’t believe it’s been a year since me and y/n started dating and we made that bet.” You heard your boyfriend say.

Bang Chan tried to stop him. “Jisung, I think—”

“You guys have to remember! We made a bet to see if I could pull y/n. Y’all made me go up to her and ask if she wanted to date me because she seemed lonely and if she agreed then I’d get 20 bucks from each of y’all.”

You could hear the boys try to stop him since they knew you were here but it was too late. They turned to see the door to the practice room slowly creak open. Standing there with the cake in your hands and tears in your eyes.

“Happy Birthday, Baby.” You said as tears fell from your eyes. Quickly wiping them away since it was supposed to be a happy occasion. Placing the cake into a staff members hands, you shoved the box into your pocket. “I-I-I guess I’ll give you what you want for your birthday gift.” You turned and ran as far as you can. Dropping the gift into the trash can on your way out. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ LEE FELIX He knew you were this insecure so how could he say that. You’d always hated your figure since before you could remember. Whenever you met someone new, that was the first thing they noticed. The size of your body. You hated the way you looked but Felix always told you different. He made you believe you were as beautiful as you are and you slowly gained your confidence.

That was until today. The confidence he helped you build, he tore down himself.

Today, you came home a bit earlier than usual. When walking through the door, you announced your arrival but Felix was nowhere in sight. You could hear the slight mumbling coming from another room. You had forgotten. He had told you that Minho was coming this morning.

After taking off your shoes and hanging your coat, you walked over to the door. Just so happening to hear what they were conversing. The cat-like boy began first. “You remember that bet we made?”

“Hmm?” Your boyfriend replied.

“You’ve got to give it to me that you and y/n started dating in the first place.” “Ohhh!!! That’s what you’re talking about. The bet, right?”

“Yeah, when I told you I’d give you one hundo if you got the fat girl’s number. Now it’s been two years since you guys started dating.” Too immersed in your own shock, you dropped the items you were holding. Tears filled your eyes. Both, Felix and Minho’s, heads jerked in your direction.

“Y/n? How long have you been standing there?” Felix asked you in a panic.

“N-not long…”

You picked up your things from the floor, reput on your shoes and coat, grabbed your keys, and headed out the door. You didn’t know if you could stay any longer. You felt hurt to hear that. He helped you through your insecurities just to make it worse than before he arrived. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ KIM SEUNGMIN Your whole world fell apart. And so did your oh so perfect relationship with Seungmin.

It was just a petty argument that came from stress and the lack of sleep but it still hurt you. It actually hurt more than you thought it would. But what hurt most of all was what you had to find out.

Seungmin returned home after tour extremely tired so you did your best. You made sure he had every meal and wasn't overwhelmed. But apparently, you didn't do enough. He began to berate you for even the smallest things and it tore your heart apart.

One day, as you laid on the bed the two of you shared, he slammed the bedroom door open. You flinched and looked up at him. A little bit annoyed you asked, "The hell was that for?"

He sighed and glared at you.

"You want to know? This comeback has been stressful and all you do is lay in bed all day. You never clean around the house even though you're only doing a part-time job. I mean seriously, are you just going to be that FUCKING LAZY!?"

You looked at him in disbelief. Never in a million years did you ever expect to see this side of him.

"I literally just got done cooking and came to lay on the bed. I was waiting for YOU to get home. I washed our clothes, folded them, put them away, then cleaned around the house. I did all this because I know you like your place tidy. Plus, a clean space is better for the mind."

"You call this clean!? It looks like a pigsty." You felt the tears blazing at the corner of your eyes. "Don't fucking say that. I'm trying my best to not say anything right now." "Say it then!!" He yelled. You huffed and turned away not wanting to argue any longer. "Yeah... turn away like you always do. I should've just left you as a bet. Never loved you in the first place."

It was a slip of the tongue. He didn't mean it. Or did he? Either way, it hurt you. Seungmin knew he was wrong but didin't want to admit itin the heat of the moment.

You turned to face him, finally letting the tears out. "Fuck you..." Was all you said before grabbing your phone and leaving the house. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ YANG JEONGIN It was accidental. Jeongin was so flustered in the moment that he confessed everything to you. He didn't intend for you to find out like this but how else were you suppose to?

The both of you were at dinner with the other members. They all teased Jeongin for being such a simp for you. You just chuckled at their antics. It was cute to see the youngest member get teased by his hyungs and you were glad to witness it all in first person.

Jeongin, being fed up, accidentaly let it slip.

"Well it was because you guys made a bet with me that if I could pull y/n then y'all would buy me the new Bruno Mars album."

Everyone went silent as you slowly faced him. "What did you say..?"

Jeongin immediately placed a hand over his mouth. Tears brimmed your eyes. You stood up, excusing yourself. "I-I'm gonna go to the bathroom real quick." None of them even tried to stop you. They knew that they'd be devastated in your situation too.

Were you being a little dramatic? The answer was yes. You could've heard Jeongin out instead of hiding in the bathroom. But at this point, you weren't so sure. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ taglist: @lolareadsimagines @garrixer-06 @bandolls @chansbabygirlsstuff @camilagonzalex @mariteez @beccaskz

A little sneak peek🤭

hiii, im back again!! I’m totally inlove with your part 2 of the bet !! I just thought of another angst (I know sorry 😭) but what about stray kids pushing reader away, avoiding them at all costs because of something (idk😭) and reader thought the wrong idea and started to overthink but reader ended up going on a walk but ran into a friend and started to talk to them, not noticing the time, the sun setting, And their phone blowing up with miss calls and messages from their lover. They totally forgot about everything. Then reader finally heads home after their friend telling them they have to go and once they walk in they see their worried/sobbing significant other.

- 🧈

sry that this took so long anon😭I've just been real lazy as always

Needed Space

Pairing: Han Jisung x gn!reader Genre: Angst, Fluff, Hurt/comfort Warnings: Yelling, crying, language, i think that's it Summary: You give Han the space he wanted so badly and he grows worried. A.N.: Hehe 🧈 anon…. I got lazy again as u can see but I’m finally done😭

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This was the week of the comeback so you knew it’d be busier and Han would be more stressed. But even so, you didn’t expect him to distance himself this far.

It got to the point where only a few words were exchanged and you only saw him about twice a week.

One day, Han decided to take a quick break. It wasn’t really a break since he was still working on different pieces of music, but at least he got to stay at home.

“Hey… Hannie? Have you had something to eat yet?” You timidly asked as you stepped into the room. “Hi, baby. I’ll eat in a bit. Just let me finish this real quick.” You softly sigh, walking up to him and made him look at you. “You already said that hours ago. You need some food in your system to finish your work.”

He shoved you away, nearly knocking you off you’re feet. “Look. I already told you I’ll eat later! I don’t have time to humor you so just leave me the fuck alone.” Your boyfriend didn’t even spare you another look before returning to his work.

You could only nod your head slowly. You slipped out of the room and grabbed your things. You knew he was just stressed but you couldn’t help the tears that pricked your eyes.

You thought about tell Han that you’d be out for a minute, but he did tell you to leave him alone. So you just left the house. ~~~ You didn’t even notice the amount of time that had passed until the sun began to set. Your phone had died a while back but you wanted to spend a bit more time by yourself.

Seeing the sun set, you knew it was time to finally return home. You hoped that Han would have cooled down down by the time you got back.

You didn’t really want to return to an angry Han so you trudged your way home. The pebbles and leaves seemed so much more interesting all of a sudden.

There was still a good distance between you and your home when you heard someone running towards you. Your terrified eyes quickly softened when a very disheveled Han stopped in front of you.

He wrapped his arms around you and cried into your shoulder. Pushing you away a bit roughly, checking your sides to make sure you weren’t injured.

“Wh-where were you? I got so scared.” He asked, still worried.

Your eyes held the softest comfort in you for him. “I was just at the corner cafe, baby.”

“We’re you going to leave me? I saw that all your most important assets were gone and I began to think that I finally scared you away for good.” He threaded his fingers through his hair rapidly before continuing to ramble to you. “I didn’t mean to yell at you, sweetheart. I was just so so stressed and frustrated. I know that’s no excuse to treat you the way I did. But I’m just trying to explain to you because… because… because I’m scared you’ll leave me and I just really want you to stay by my side.”

“Hannie…”

“Please don’t leave me…”

“Hannie…”

“I’ll do anything.”

“Hannieeee….”

“You mean everything to me and I really don’t want to lose you.”

“Hannie!!”

He slightly jumped as his eyes met yours. “Y-yes?”

“You’re rambling again. It’s fine. I know you were stressed and that’s why I gave you the space to calm down. You mean a lot to me and I wouldn’t risk losing you over a small argument.”

Han let out a breath of relief with a smile before hugging you. “Thank you for forgiving me. I’m so sorry. I can’t promise but I’ll try to be better for you.”

The two of you walked back home together. You were glad that he was by your side and so was he.

Want cute? 🐈

Whatever you want

Req by @intrikatie

Pairings: Minsung (It is not mentioned as a ship,you can put it as whatever you want but i think its best friends.i guess.)

Genre: Fluff,comfort,a tiny bit angst if you squint

Summary: finally a day off at the beach. Minho and jisung are looking forward to some peace and fun. just lots of silly little cutie fluff

a/n:a little minsung drabble ( i wanted to post it at stay birthday,but i weren't feeling well so i post it today,one day later <3) requested by @intrikatie. Hope you like it! As always take care of yourself,go drink some water and have a great day.💖

"Give me ten more minutes"Minho whines. "No min,you already had twenty minutes to say bye to soonie,doongie and dori.its only a day" Jisung said,rolling his eyes.He had a annoyed undertone in his voice,also if he couldn't entirely hide that he found it cute when minho got all clingy and whiny about his cats.Especially since he usually wasn't very affectionate. Jisung pulled minho to his feet and dragged him to the car.Minho tried to free himself from jisungs grip,wanting to kiss his cats one last time.

"Nooo,my babies will miss me! I love you soonie doongie and dori!" He screams through the last open door slot.Jisung giggles and opens the car door.He sits down in the driversseat with a amused smile.With a pout minho sits down besides him,crossing his arms.Jisung only gigles at that.

"They will miss their dad"

"They will survive"

"I wanna drive"

"We talked about that"

"I hate you.and the babies hate you too." minho says stubbornly,looking through the window.

"I know you don't" Han giggles,squishing minhos cheeks.

"Yah!Look at the street!"

Jisung only continues giggling at minhos pouty attitude.He knows that he is looking forward to a day at the beach just as much as himself.They could relax,have fun and enjoy the warm,sunny weather,wich was a welcome change to all the stress

When they were at the beach jisung parked.Minho jumped out of the car,pulling the bags they brought out. Jisung also got out.he inhaled deeply.the fresh ocean breeze was relaxing and felt good in his usually always stressed mind. Minho pinched his side. "Ready to go down to the beach,or do you need time to process the air cause you don't know how it is outside the studio?"Minho smirks and runs down on the sandy beach.Jisung yells after him,following him with tiny runs. He acts annoyed as always but he enjoys finally seeing minho relax too.The comeback was exhausting for them all,and they all spent a lot of work and effort into it.It was a big relief that they had done it now,and that stays liked it so much. The others stayed at the dorms,wanting to do a live later.

When jisung approached minho he was laying the picnic blanket they brought,down on the warm sand. Jisung started packing out the food (Minho insisted on cooking himself besides bringing little snacks) and his little digitalcamera. "You still have this little thing?Isn't the quality extremly low?" Minho asks,taking out the ramen he had made earlier.

"Yeah but low quality is the best quality.It gives the pictures a little vintage touch."Jisung prudly says,standing up to take a picture of the ocean with his camera.Minho pats at the place he sat before and says: "Sit down sungie,i wanna eat and if you dont take your ramen i will eat them myslef." Jisung quickly sits down and takes the little box of noodles minho gives him.

They both quietly eat,looking at the soothing waves.

After a while minho speaks up: " Also if my babies will miss me the day long,this is really nice. Relaxing now that the comeback is finished. To just sit here and not having to do something for the camera" Jisung finishes his ramen and smiles at him. "You are right min.but you now when you won't be so relaxed anymore?" Minho looks confused now,but before he can answer something jisung jumps up,takes his shirt off and runs towards the water. "When i win the race who is first at the water."he yells,laughing. Minho doesn't hesitate to also take his shirt off and chase after jisung. They both land in the cool waves,laughing and almost choking at the water.

They splashed water at each other,not noticing that they went further and further into the deep water.Suddenly a big wave came.It was quick there and minho and jisung got pressed underwater.Minho immediately came back to the surface of the water.He coughed a bit and almost started laughing again but then he noticed that jisung was nowhere in sight.He looked around,but when jisung wasn't anywhere near to find minho got a bad feeling.

"Sungie? Han?" anxiety immediately filled his body.that couldn't happen...

He didn't hesitate when he dived into the water. He opened his eyes and after a few seconds he saw jisung.His foot was stuck betweent two rocks and he was anxiously trying to free himself.Minho dived down.His own air was getting less to but somehow he managed to pull the rock away,and jisung back to the surface.They dragged themself back to the warm sand.

Jisung coughed a little bit water out,that he swallowed when he panicked.

"Are you okay hannie? Oh god i was so scared.W-when the wave came and pulled us u-underwater and i immediately was at the surface again,but you w-weren't near and i...i thought you drowned or w-worse and-"

Jisung stopped the anxious rambling from minho, by putting his hand over minhos mouth.

"Min it's okay,i'm fine alright?" Jisung said with his voice a bit hoarse from the salt water but a smile in it.

Minho let out a shaky exhale,noticing he hadn't breathed. He leaned nearer to jisung,who wrapped his arms around him.

"Why are you comforting me now?"Minho asks skeptically,but laying down his head on jisungs shoulder.He was glad nothing happened to jisung.

Jisung chuckled. "You are like a little cat,you always need comfort and someone who tells you that things are alright"

Minho snorted. A little cat? Jisung had a courage to say that.He was the one always acting like a baby.Altough minho liked being a bit babied and cared for secretly.

They both went back to their things.trying to dry their clothes.After a good sun bath,one more snack time and a bunch of jokes it's time to go home.

"It's getting dark we should drive back to the dorms"Minho says,starting to pack up the things. Han nods and also starts packing things.But then he remembers something. "Min!Will you make a pic with me with the digitalcamera? I make pictures with is since our debut so i can remember every good moment we all have." Minhos gaze softens when he sees the excitement so bright in jisungs eyes. He sits down besides jisung,and together they make a few pictures,of them with the ocean on it. Jisung kindly smiles when he looks through the photos. He loved collecting memories. At the sight of him smiling at simple photos made minhos heart melt.Jisung was a pure guy.

but suddenly minho gets distracted.Jisung almost had a heart attack when suddenly minho jumped up and ran a few steps and then crouched down in the sand.

Oh no.Jisung knew that pose.It was his look-what-a-cute-cat-i-found pose.That meant they wouldn't be able to drive home for the next thirty minutes.

"Give me the cat food from my jacket"Minho demands and jisung sighs and walks over to him and the cat, with the food.

Minhos eyes sparkle.It looks like suddenly the cat put a thousands stars in them.Exactly like when jisung looks at his pictures. Jisung had to hold back his laughter,minhos felt the same with cats that he felt when he looked at memories.he really could be a weird but a really kind guy. But also,Jisung liked when his eyes were like this.They looked deeper than the deepest spot in the ocean,prettier than all the stars on the sky.Jisung would give the world just so that spark never gets lost.Jisung smiled and looked at the cat.

"It's really cute"

"Yeah right?! I wanna take it home but soonie doongie and dori don't want another brother." Minho says with excitement but thena little pout steals its way on his face. Jisung only laughs at it. "Come on min,you fed the cat well,it will survive but your real babies miss you.or did you forget them already?" Jisung faked a dramatic gasp. " I will drive home alone then and give them to felix." He said,sounding sad and dramatic. He walked to the car but minho ran after him,getting in first.

"Noone trades my cats."

Jisung laughs at the pouting boy.

"Whatever you want min."

CHILL

Pairing: Reader x Han Jisung

Word Count: 0.7k

Genre: Angst, song-inspired fic

Warnings: None

Summary: Ib: Chill by Stray Kids. (need I say more?)

You both knew it. It just wasn't the same anymore. No funny jokes from him to make you laugh. No reading your favourite books anymore to impress you. Hell, not even watching the animes you both enjoyed together.

None of you knew why he was watching the same exact anime as you at night on his laptop while you watched separately on your own phone, yet you both knew. It just wasn't sufferable to be around each other.

You had never thought a relationship as loving and healthy as yours could turn into... whatever this was. You didn't care as much now. You cared for him, of course you did and a part of you will always care for him till you're no more. But not as much as you would almost have a panic attack over him twisting his ankle in dance practice or falling down three stairs because he was clumsy like that. Or that you would cancel your plans with friends if he got a surprise off day from work. Or that you would cook dishes for him that you had never even heard of before he told you how much he loved them. So was it even love anymore?

He wasn't any different. He didn't come here often. He didn't bring you your favourite baked goods from that nearby bakery in case he got let off early from promotions. Most of the time he stayed at the dorms just leaving a text saying he was too exhausted to come over, sometimes not even leaving a text. You had learned to not worry about it now.

So you finally say the words which are longing to be said inside these four walls.

"We should break up." You say and he looks up from his laptop while removing the headphones, surprised that you had said something to him the first time tonight.

"Huh?" He hadn't heard. Of course he hadn't.

"I said" you pause for a bit, so this is it? Is this how this is gonna end? "We should break up." You finally say while holding eye contact for the longest time you had in quite a while. You should feel sad now right? But you can't help but feel relieved now.

"Yeah." He agrees. Not even surprised, not even a flicker of sadness on his face. You were the same though. He started wearing his headphones again. Not even bothering to say anything else. You weren't gonna just let this go like this. You wanted closure but how could you even get that? It felt like you had already broken up and moved on all while still being in a relationship.

"So?" You question. Prompting him to say something more, anything. The clock is ticking and there's awkwardness in the atmosphere now.

"Do you wanna do it right now?" He questions back with an unbothered expression on his face.

"I... don't know." He just gave you a look saying "exactly" before going to watching the anime. And you seriously didn't know, the same as him of course. Sure you were essentially in a loveless relationship now but how could you just let all of this go? You wished you could erase all the memories you had with him. You both know you're just wasting each other's time. You doubt you would've regretted it even if you said yes.

It's not like it was like this from the start of course. You both had really thought you were "the one" for each other. Were you wrong? You can't even remember the last time any of you had said I love you or had a nice conversation. Everything was just...loveless.

So there you both were, just sitting and thinking over, putting off the decision. Even though, the chance of this relationship continuing was zero anyway. You see him suddenly closing the anime and getting up to get his writing notebook and pen. Of course he'll write now. You aren't surprised that this kind of thing would give him motivation to write. How could he be so chill about all this? But then again, so were you.

A/N: Likes, comments and reblogs are much appreciated!

out here making me cry????? 😭😭

We were happy once - Jisung x reader

Sitting alone in your apartment, you have some realizations about your relationship with Jisung.

genre: angst, hurt/no comfort word count: 577 warnings: sad realizations, walking out, crying, it's just really angsty and sad!! based on the dialogue prompt "Our forever seems to have been short-lived." from @creativepromptsforwriting

You sat in the bedroom of your shared apartment with Jisung, your boyfriend. Well, you weren’t really sure anymore. Lately, the two of you had spent less and less time together, only really seeing each other a couple hours a day, if that. He spent all of this time in the studio with the other two members of 3racha, while you took more hours at work, just so you didn’t feel so alone in your apartment, waiting for him to come back home.

Looking down at the picture frame you held in your lap, which held a photo of the two of you, taken the day you moved into this apartment together. That was two years ago, but it felt much longer. You both looked so happy in it, not anything like the two of you were like these days. It was already almost midnight, and yet Jisung promised he’d be home hours ago. The dinner you had made, after being promised he’d be home for it, sat on the table, having gone cold long ago. 

You couldn’t take much more of this, you had asked Han more times than you could count, to come home earlier so you could spend some time as a couple. He always promised he would, but like always, it never happened. Work was always the priority nowadays, never you. You couldn’t exactly blame him, Stray Kids was heading towards the peak, gaining more popularity every moment. But, you wished for once that he’d choose you over work. 

Sitting here in this lonely place has made you realize you couldn’t do this anymore. You pull out some of your bags, packing the essentials into them, while only taking a few of the items that you and Han had collected during your relationship. A cute mug from a stop on his tour route that you visited him during, a couple photostrips, but not much else that represented your relationship. 

Dragging yourself and your bags out to the living room, placing them down on the floor, you looked around, ingraining this image in your head, the last time you’d see this place, once filled with happy memories, now only filled your soul with dread. Finding a notepad on the table, you flipped through until you found a blank page. Writing a note to the man who had been the other half of your heart for so long, you felt yourself tear up as you wrote to him.

Signing the note at the bottom, you saw a tear drip down onto the page, next to your name. Letting out a silent sob before you straightened up, wiped away the remaining tears, and left the note sitting open on the coffee table. You grabbed your bags, slipping on a pair of sneakers, before leaving the apartment.

Han had only missed you by seconds, one elevator closing as the other opened. He had felt so bad for not realizing the time, that he rushed to enter the apartment. Shouting out for you, only to receive silence in return, made him confused. He wandered further into the space, noticing the eerie silence in what should be a slightly noisy apartment. He came into the living room, finding the open notebook. As he picked it up, he began to read it, sobs forcing their way out of his throat and tears rushing down his face as he read further. 

“Jisung, my darling. Our forever seems to have been short-lived…”

Do you remember that day?

Han Jisung x reader

Summary: To my older self, holding hands with a best friend doesn't necessarily mean something. But for my 14 year old self it meant a lot more.

Warnings: None

Genre: fluff & angst

Word count: 605 words

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I can remember it like it was yesterday. The way I felt that day. It might have not meant much to you, but it did to me. Though, I like to think it meant something to you too.

I think our problem was always our bad timing. When these thoughts crossed your mind, they didn't cross mine and the other way around.

Changbin had told me, that six months before that day, you had admitted something to him. You had been feeling a way about me that a best friend isn’t supposed to feel. It was about a week before I admitted to him that I’ve been feeling those kinds of feelings for you too. I don't know why he didn't tell me right away, but it's understandable. He was supposed to keep our secrets like a good friend.

So, yeah. I think our problem was our bad timing. There is one day though, that felt like the only day we were in tune. The only day we both felt something about each other at the same time.

But we were so cowards. We acted as if nothing happened. We never talked about it again. I'm guessing you've probably forgotten about it. I haven't. Many years later and I still remember it like it was yesterday.

We were just two teenagers. Two teenagers watching a movie together.

You had come with my family and I on our vacation because I had begged you to do so. I really didn’t want to leave, knowing I’d be bored to death and you agreed to come with us easily, to keep me company. You woke up early, even though you never do that, just to prepare your things and come with me. I was so thankful for that.

At night, we sat on the couch and watched TV. After the first movie was over, we watched another one. It must have been about 2am. Everyone else was sleeping.

Somehow, our hands found their way towards each other. My left hand comfortably resting in your right hand. I secretly glanced at our hands and pretended I was putting some stray hair away. But I was also too immersed in the movie to see if you glanced at our hands too.

When the second movie was over, approximately 2 hours later, we let go of each other’s hands and turned off the TV. I don't know who let go first. But we did it without a word. Acting as if we weren't two best friends holding hands.

We collected our things, half empty glasses of water and our empty dinner plates, put them in the sink and headed to the room, where we exchanged a soft ‘good night’ and laid on our beds.

To my older self, holding hands with a best friend doesn't necessarily mean something. But for my 14 year old self it meant a lot more.

I still wonder how you felt. If you felt the same way. I wonder if you really remember it, or chose to forget it and replace the memory with new memories with other people.

We've now grown apart. We never contact each other anymore. But I still wonder. However I know I'll never get my answers.

I honestly don't think you remember any of this and if I ever told you, you'd probably just raise your eyebrow at me in confusion. I think I prefer not knowing the answer, than hating the answer.

But if you ever see this (even though I hope you never do) then tell me; Do you remember that day, Jisung? Did you feel the same way?

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Did My Heart Love Till Now? { f2l, college au; a, f } 10,8k @amor1st03

in which: your university puts on Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet and you're excited to be playing alongside your long time crush Hyunjin. Things get a bit complicated when Jisung is thrown in the mix

Strawberry Chapstick { bff2l, 90s romcom; a, f } 10,6k @mintquokka

He's got you tripping for him, metaphorically and physically, but does he even realize the effect he has on you?

liquid courage { f2l; f, s } 1,5k @straylightdream

↳ a late drunken night with friends leads to drunken confessions.

I have a secret to tell you { bsf2l, roommates, college; f } 2,3k @dearestaussiechannie

Even if things were different { arranged marriage; a, f } 8,6k @skzsauce01

You and Jisung get into an arranged marriage, but he hasn’t given up on love quite just yet.

Hideaway { bsf2l; f } @yeahspider

Sign Here For { one night stand; c, s, f } 4k @outofconcheol

Feeling frustrated and reeling from your recent breakup, you put in a special order on your favorite delivery app. However, with the goods, comes Jisung, who's a lot more than you'd ever bargained for.

Bold +lee know { s } @hyunsvngs

you’re not too experienced in the world of dating, parties and talking to people, but these two american footballers that you cheer for just seem to get it.

Haid dye { f } 2k @zerothreetwentyfive

Shotgun kisses { s } 8,1k @seo--changbin

sick with your prim and proper image, you decided that it was about time to step out of your comfort zone and just enjoy life and be a lil bit reckless, and what better way to do that than to get high with your best friend Jisung and possibly lose your virginity at the same time.

SWEATER WEATHER { f2l; f, s } @cinhomi

there's a thunderstorm outside and you don't have an umbrella. luck wants that you're near you best friend's apartment complex and you decide to wait for the rain to stop and your clothes to dry while watching a movie with him... but things escalate after the tension between you two finally snaps.

Simp(ly in love) { f } @/blue-jisungs

why we work { f } 0,7k @wooahaes

Late night convenience store runs { f } 0,6k @hanstarred

han dragging you for a late night convenience store run

TOO HOT TO HANDLE { s } @/seospicybin

You and Han become contestants in a reality dating show, Too Hot To Handle.

PART 1 12,9k

PART 2 12,7k

PART 3 14,1k

I WAS TRYING TO SEDUCE YOU { f } @hanjisunglover

y/n and jisung are living together after years of being a couple, y/n still admire him every time that she see him.

Day 23| hold both your hands { f } @starlostastronaut

"you are my new pillow"

Princess { s } 1,3k @/hyunsvngs

Cute jisung thought @rachalixie

Texts

Boyfriend texts { f } @like-a-diamondinthesky

Bf texts @binnieswrld

Daily texts { f, c } @channie-143

Note: please let me know if the links are not working ! I’ll try to fix them as soon as possible ^^

HAN JISUNG X FEM! READER

Angst, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort

a/n: I really like how this one came out!! please let me know if you liked it too! ᡣ𐭩

Warnings: Panic attack, Miscommunication, Emotional distress

Summary: A misunderstanding leads to heartbreak, but sometimes love can heal even the deepest wounds.

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Jisung had been working tirelessly for weeks on his music, and you could see how much pressure he was under. You wanted to do something special for him—something that would not only surprise him but remind him how much he meant to you. For your anniversary, you came up with an idea: you'd record yourself singing one of his favorite songs, “bad” by wave to earth, and reorganize his messy music files while you were at it.

You spent hours preparing everything, perfecting your voice, and carefully categorizing his music. Then, you left a little note at the end of the recording, telling him to check the closet for his anniversary gift—a brand-new guitar you knew he’d been eyeing for months. It was meant to be a beautiful surprise.

When Jisung came home that evening, you were sitting by his computer, making the final tweaks to his project. His face was a mix of surprise and confusion.

“What are you doing on MY computer?” he asked, his tone sharper than you expected.

You smiled, excited to reveal your surprise. “I was working on something for you. I—”

Before you could finish, he had pushed past you, eyes scanning the screen. His face contorted in panic.

“Where’s my work? What did you do?” he asked, voice rising.

You blinked, taken aback by his sudden shift. “I just reorganized it a little. Everything’s still there—”

“Reorganized?!” Jisung cut you off, not even listening to the last sentence, his voice now full of anger. “You deleted everything, didn’t you?! Why would you touch my stuff without asking?! You just made my day even worse thank you.”

His words cut deep. You tried to explain, but the words got stuck in your throat. Tears welled up in your eyes as he continued to lash out, too blinded by panic to see the hurt written all over your face.

Finally, unable to bear it anymore, you grabbed your things and rushed out of the house, sobbing. Before leaving you yelled a “Well then maybe you’ll be happier without me, Jisung. Have a good life we’re- we’re done.” Jisung didn’t stop you.

You needed to get away, needed to breathe. Without thinking, you found yourself at Minho’s apartment. He was your best friend, someone who had always been there when you needed him. The moment he opened the door, he didn’t need to ask. He pulled you into a tight hug, letting you cry into his shoulder.

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Back at home, Jisung sat in silence, the weight of his words hanging in the air. His chest felt tight, and something gnawed at him. He knew he overreacted, but in the heat of the moment, all he saw was chaos where he expected order.

With trembling hands, he went back to his computer, hoping—no, praying—that you hadn’t deleted everything. As he clicked through the files, he realized that you hadn’t deleted a single thing. Everything was still there, neatly organized, far better than how he had left it.

And then he saw it.

A file titled “Happy Anniversary.” Confused, he clicked on it, and your voice filled the room. You were singing “bad,” and it was beautiful. He had no idea you could sing like that. By the end of the recording, his chest ached.

And then your voice—soft, almost hesitant—spoke up.

“Jisung, I hope you liked my surprise. I wanted to help you organize everything because I know you’ve been so stressed. There’s one more surprise—look in the closet. Happy anniversary, babe. I love you.”

His heart dropped. He even forgot your anniversary. He scrambled to the closet, yanking it open to find the brand-new guitar, complete with a handwritten letter.

As he read the words you had so carefully written, guilt consumed him. His hands shook, his breathing shallow. He sank to the floor, panic seizing his chest. His phone slipped from his hands as he tried to call you, to text you, but you didn’t answer.

Please Y/N… Please babe answer me… I’m so sorry…

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At Minho’s apartment, you had finally cried yourself to sleep. Minho, ever the protective friend, watched over you for a while before noticing your phone buzzing endlessly. Seeing Jisung’s name flashing across the screen, he sighed and decided to call him.

“Minho…” Jisung’s voice was hoarse on the other end, barely above a whisper.

“What happened, Jisung?” Minho asked, his tone calm but firm.

“I—I messed up. I thought she deleted my work, but she didn’t. She was trying to help, and I… I yelled at her,” Jisung confessed, his voice breaking. “I’ve been calling her, but she won’t answer. I don’t know what to do.”

Minho glanced at you, asleep on his couch, your tear-streaked face a testament to the pain Jisung had caused. He sighed, running a hand through his hair.

“Listen, Jisung. Calm down. She’s here, and she’s hurting. You really messed up, but I think you already know that,” Minho said quietly. “I’m leaving for the day tomorrow. Maybe when she wakes up, you can try to make things right. But give her space, okay?”

Jisung could only mutter a quiet thank you before the call ended.

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The next day, you woke up feeling emotionally drained, the events of the previous night weighing heavily on you. Minho had left a note saying he had errands to run and that you could stay as long as you needed.

As you sat on the couch, trying to sort through your emotions, there was a soft knock at the door. Hesitant, you opened it to find Jisung standing there, his face pale, eyes red-rimmed as if he hadn’t slept.

“I—Can I come in?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

You stepped aside, not trusting yourself to speak. The air between you felt thick with tension and unspoken words.

Jisung took a deep breath, his eyes filled with regret. “I’m so sorry. I… I overreacted. I thought you deleted my work, and I didn’t even give you a chance to explain. I should have trusted you.” His voice cracked. “I listened to your recording. It was beautiful. And the guitar… I don’t deserve it, or you.”

You blinked back tears, still hurt but softened by the sincerity in his voice.

“I was just trying to help, Jisung,” you whispered, your voice trembling. “I wanted to do something nice for you, and you—” Your words caught in your throat as you recalled how he had screamed at you.

“I know,” Jisung said, stepping closer. “I know I hurt you, and I hate myself for it. I had a panic attack after you left because I realized how much I messed up. I love you, and I never want to make you feel like that again.”

The silence stretched between you as you searched his face, trying to decide if you were ready to forgive him. And then, slowly, you nodded, tears falling down your cheeks.

“I love you too, Jisung,” you whispered. “But we can’t keep doing this. You need to trust me. Your words hurt me so bad.”

He reached out, gently pulling you into his arms, holding you close as if he was afraid to let go. “I promise I’ll do better. I’ll trust you. I can’t lose you.”

For a moment, the world seemed to stand still as you held each other. The hurt didn’t vanish, but in that moment, you both knew that love would help you heal, one step at a time.

And maybe, just maybe, you’d come out stronger on the other side.

Han x Reader … Hurt/Comfort

this is a vent post

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The argument had started over something trivial—maybe the dishes, or a canceled plan. You couldn’t even remember. But now it had escalated, words flying between you and Han like daggers, sharper than intended. The tension had been simmering for days, both of you stressed from work, from life, from everything that felt like it was pulling you in opposite directions.

Han stood a few feet away from you, his arms crossed, his jaw tight. You could see the frustration etched into his features, the way his brows furrowed in anger, and it made your chest tighten. The air felt heavy, oppressive, and the weight of it was pressing down on you, making it hard to breathe.

“I don’t get it, y/n. Why can’t you just—”

“Just what, Han?!” you cut him off, your voice rising in defense, tired of feeling like you were constantly falling short. “I’m trying! I’ve been trying, but nothing’s ever good enough, is it?”

He exhaled sharply, shaking his head, running a hand through his hair in frustration. “That’s not what I’m saying! You’re twisting my words.”

Your heart pounded in your chest, adrenaline mixing with anxiety as you felt yourself being cornered. You had been here before. This exact feeling. You’d grown up in this kind of chaos, in the shouting, the accusations. In a home where every argument turned into a battlefield, and you had always been the one caught in the crossfire.

“I’m not twisting anything,” you shot back, but your voice trembled, betraying the fear you were trying to bury.

Han’s face was strained, his eyes dark with emotion. And then it happened—the moment he raised his voice, the moment his tone shifted. It wasn’t anger. It wasn’t even directed at you, but it was enough.

“Goddamn it, just listen to me for once!”

His words echoed in the room, louder than they needed to be, and in an instant, everything inside you collapsed. You froze. Your breath caught in your throat, and it was like you were transported back to a time when every raised voice had meant danger, meant pain.

Han saw it—saw the way your entire body went rigid, the way your eyes widened in fear. His face softened, his mouth opening as if to apologize, but it was too late. The damage was done.

You couldn’t be here. You needed to get out. Now.

“Y/n, wait—”

But you were already grabbing your jacket, your hands shaking as you fumbled with the zipper. Without another word, you turned on your heel and bolted for the door, your heart hammering in your chest. You barely heard Han calling after you, his voice muffled by the roaring in your ears as you sprinted down the street, the rain hitting your skin like icy needles.

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You didn’t know how far you’d walked or how long it had been. The rain was relentless, coming down in heavy sheets that soaked through your clothes, plastering your hair to your face. You couldn’t feel the cold anymore; you were numb. Numb to everything except the pounding of your heart and the ringing of Han’s raised voice in your ears.

Eventually, you found yourself standing in front of a Seven-Eleven, the neon sign flickering like a dying heartbeat. It wasn’t much, but it was shelter. You pushed the door open, the warmth of the fluorescent lights washing over you as you stepped inside, dripping wet and shivering.

The clerk glanced at you with mild concern, but you ignored it, heading to the back of the store where the windows overlooked the storm outside. You sat down on a bench by the vending machines, curling into yourself, your arms wrapped tightly around your knees as you stared blankly at the rain pounding against the glass.

Your phone buzzed in your pocket, but you ignored it, the weight of everything pressing down on you. You felt stupid. Why had you run? Why had you let yourself fall apart over something so small? But it wasn’t small. It had never been small. The years of trauma, of living in a household that was a constant war zone—it had left you fragile in ways you hadn’t even realized until now.

Your phone buzzed again. And again. The screen lit up with Han’s name—ten missed calls, and the eleventh one ringing through.

On the twelfth, you finally answered, your voice barely a whisper. “What do you want, Han?”

His voice was breathless on the other end, tinged with desperation. “Y/n… thank God. I’ve been calling you. I was so worried. Please, just tell me where you are.”

You sniffed, wiping at your eyes though they were already wet from the rain. “I—I’m fine.”

“You’re not fine. I know you’re not. Please, y/n, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to raise my voice, I swear. I—fuck, I didn’t realize… Please, let me come get you.”

Your throat tightened, the tears finally spilling over as you choked out a sob. “I didn’t know where else to go.”

“Tell me where you are. I’ll be there in five minutes.”

“I’m at the Seven-Eleven on 4th Street.”

“I’m coming. Don’t move.”

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He arrived quicker than you thought he would, his car screeching to a stop outside the store. You watched through the glass as he jumped out, his hair and clothes instantly drenched in the rain, but he didn’t seem to care. The moment he walked inside and saw you sitting there, his entire face crumbled with guilt.

He rushed over to you, kneeling in front of you, his hands hovering near your arms but not touching you, as if he was afraid you’d pull away. “Y/n… I’m so, so sorry.”

You couldn’t even look at him, your gaze fixed on the wet floor beneath you. “Why did you yell at me, Han?”

His breath hitched, his voice low and raw with emotion. “I didn’t mean to. I swear, I wasn’t thinking. I—God, I’m such an idiot. I didn’t realize how much that would hurt you. I never wanted to scare you.”

The sincerity in his voice made you look up, and when you saw the anguish in his eyes, something in you softened, despite the pain still lingering in your chest.

“You don’t get it,” you whispered, your voice trembling. “I grew up with yelling. It wasn’t just yelling—it was—”

“I know,” he said, cutting you off gently, his hand finally reaching for yours. “I should’ve known. I should’ve been better for you, y/n. I never want to be like them. Please believe me.”

You swallowed hard, your heart aching with the weight of it all. You didn’t want to be afraid of him. You didn’t want to run from him.

“I was scared,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. “I didn’t want to be, but I was.”

His face crumbled, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. “I’m so sorry, baby. I’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to you if that’s what it takes. Just… please don’t shut me out.”

You stared at him for a long moment, the rain still beating against the windows like the storm between you was fading. Slowly, tentatively, you reached out, your fingers brushing against his cheek. He closed his eyes at the contact, leaning into your touch, as if it was the only thing grounding him.

“I don’t want to run from you,” you whispered.

He opened his eyes, locking onto yours. “Then don’t. Let me be your safe place.”

Without thinking, you leaned forward, pressing your lips to his in a slow, tender kiss. It wasn’t rushed, or desperate—it was an apology, a promise. When you pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, his breath warm against your skin.

“Let’s go home,” he whispered, his fingers entwined with yours.

For the first time that night, you nodded, knowing that home wasn’t a place—it was him.

fwb han jisung x reader

a/n: Han wants to stop being fwb and you think you are going to loose him, but it’s all a misunderstanding.

warnings: panic attack, angst but fluffy end

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You were sprawled on your bed, phone resting loosely in your hand as you stared up at the ceiling. The past few months had been a whirlwind—countless late-night meetings, shared moments, and heated exchanges between you and Han Jisung.

Friends with benefits. That’s all it was supposed to be. It had started innocently enough—two friends, both single, both needing some kind of distraction. But somewhere along the way, it got complicated. You had your suspicions, but you kept brushing them aside. You didn’t want to think too much about the way your heart skipped a beat when he texted you, or the warmth that bloomed in your chest when he smiled at you during quiet moments.

You checked your phone again, expecting a message from him. He usually texted by now, either asking to come over or just making small talk, but today it was radio silence. Maybe he was busy with work, you reasoned, trying not to let your mind wander to darker places.

As you scrolled mindlessly through your notifications, the familiar chime of a new message broke the silence.

Your heart stuttered at those four words. Nothing good ever came from a conversation that started like that. Your fingers hesitated over the keyboard before you replied.

The dots indicating he was typing appeared, then disappeared. A minute passed, then two. Your stomach churned with unease, fingers tightening around your phone.

You stared at the words, the meaning sinking in like a weight dragging you down. You blinked, trying to process it, even as your mind went numb. Stop?

Your throat tightened, a wave of panic swelling in your chest. Did he mean he wanted to stop seeing you altogether? Did he regret everything? The nights spent laughing, the way he’d pull you closer, his fingers tracing patterns on your skin like you were something precious?

“Oh.” That was all you could manage, your fingers trembling too much to type more.

The dots appeared again, but the message took longer this time. He was thinking carefully, that much was clear, but all it did was fuel the anxiety now rising in your chest like a tidal wave.

You read that sentence again. And again. Your heart pounded in your ears. Different things? You thought you were on the same page. You thought the nights spent talking and laughing until the early hours of the morning meant something to him too. But apparently, you’d been wrong.

A bitter taste settled on your tongue as tears stung your eyes. You had been careful to guard your feelings, to not let yourself fall too hard, but somewhere along the way, you had. And now it was crashing down on you with all the force of rejection, suffocating and inescapable.

You sent the message quickly, afraid if you waited any longer, the tears would blur your vision too much to respond. You didn’t want him to see how much this hurt. You didn’t want him to know he’d broken you, even if it felt like he had.

Another message came through.

A humorless laugh escaped your lips as you stared at his words. Too late for that. You were already hurting more than you thought possible.

You pressed send before you could overthink it. You needed to get out of this conversation. Your head was spinning, chest tightening with the weight of everything unsaid. You wanted to cry, to scream, to curl up in a ball and pretend this wasn’t happening.

The dots appeared again, and you felt your heart clench. Please don’t say more, you thought. I can’t take more.

“it’s not your fault”

Your vision blurred, and you dropped your phone onto the bed, curling your knees up to your chest as the panic set in. He didn’t want you anymore. He was done. Maybe you were a distraction, maybe it had never meant as much to him as it did to you, but the end result was the same. You were losing him, and it hurt more than you’d ever imagined.

Your breathing quickened, each inhale sharp and ragged. The walls of your room seemed to close in, your chest tightening as if the very air around you was suffocating. You tried to take a deep breath, but it was shallow and shaky, your vision tunneling as the panic attack took hold.

You clutched at your chest, trying to ground yourself, but it was no use. Your head was spinning, thoughts racing too fast to catch. This can’t be happening. He’s gone. He doesn’t want you.

Somewhere in the back of your mind, your phone buzzed with another message, but you couldn’t bring yourself to look. Not now. Not when everything was falling apart.

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Jisung paced back and forth in his apartment, his phone clenched tightly in his hand. He hadn’t expected things to go this way. This wasn’t what he wanted. He had thought—no, hoped—that she would understand, that she would let him explain. But he had fumbled it. The words had come out wrong, and now, it felt like he was losing her.

He ran a hand through his hair, frustration bubbling up inside him. This was exactly what he had wanted to avoid. He hadn’t wanted to hurt her, but the truth was, he couldn’t keep going like this. He’d fallen for her. Hard. What had started as something casual had turned into something so much more for him, but he was terrified of scaring her away. He thought ending things might be easier for both of them before his feelings complicated everything.

But her messages had been so cold. So distant.

He cursed under his breath, opening their chat again. His last message sat unread, and he frowned, his fingers hovering over the keyboard.

He sent the message quickly, hoping she would reply, but the minutes ticked by with no response. His stomach twisted with unease. Something wasn’t right.

Without thinking, he grabbed his keys and jacket, heading for the door. He had to see her. He had to fix this, before it was too late.

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The knock at your door was distant, a faint sound that barely registered through the fog of your panic. Your breathing was still shallow, chest tight as if the weight of the world was pressing down on you. You were trembling, lost in your own head, when the knock came again—louder this time, more insistent.

“Y/N?”

That voice. Even through the haze, you recognized it. Jisung.

You wanted to ignore it, to stay curled up in your bed where you could pretend none of this was happening. But a small part of you, the part still aching for him, wanted to open that door.

“Y/N, I know you’re in there. Please.”

His voice was softer now, pleading. You could hear the worry in it, and something inside you cracked. You stood shakily, legs weak beneath you as you made your way to the door. With trembling hands, you unlocked it and pulled it open.

Jisung stood there, his eyes wide with concern the moment he saw you. He stepped inside without hesitation, gently taking your arm to guide you to the couch.

“Hey, hey,” he murmured, sitting beside you. “You’re okay. Breathe, okay? Just breathe with me.”

You shook your head, trying to catch your breath, but it felt impossible. Your chest was still too tight, each inhale sharp and shallow. He sat closer, his hands gently resting on your arms as he spoke softly.

“I’m here. Just focus on me, alright? Look at me.”

You forced your eyes up to meet his, and his expression was soft, full of worry and something else—something that made your heart ache even more.

“That’s it,” he said gently, guiding you through deep breaths. “You’re doing great. Just keep breathing.”

It took a while, but eventually, your breathing evened out, the panic slowly ebbing away. Your chest still felt heavy, but at least you weren’t suffocating anymore.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, voice barely audible.

Jisung frowned, shaking his head. “Don’t be. I should be the one apologizing.”

You looked away, your throat tight. “You don’t have to. I get it. You don’t want this anymore.”

He was silent for a moment, and you braced yourself for the inevitable confirmation, the final blow to your already broken heart.

But then he spoke.

“No,” he said softly. “That’s not it at all.”

You blinked, confused, and turned to look at him. His expression was serious, but there was a softness in his eyes that you hadn’t seen before.

“I never meant that I didn’t want you,” he continued. “It’s the opposite, actually.”

Your heart stuttered in your chest as his words sank in. He kept talking, his voice low and careful.

“I’ve been trying to figure out how to say this for a while, but I didn’t want to scare you off. I thought if I kept things casual, it would be easier for both of us. But the truth is, I fell for you, Y/N.”

You stared at him, speechless.

“I didn’t want to keep going like this, pretending I didn’t care, because I do,” he said, his voice cracking slightly. “I care about you so much.”

Tears welled up in your eyes again, but this time, they weren’t from panic or pain. They were from the overwhelming relief and hope that blossomed in your chest at his words.

“You… you love me?” you whispered, barely able to believe it.

Jisung nodded, his eyes never leaving yours. “Yeah, I do.”

For a moment, neither of you spoke, the weight of his confession settling between you. Then, before you could stop yourself, you surged forward, wrapping your arms around him in a tight embrace. He held you just as tightly, his face buried in your neck as you both breathed each other in.

“I love you too,” you whispered, your voice shaky but sure.

Jisung pulled back just enough to look at you, his eyes searching yours. Then, slowly, he leaned in, pressing his lips to yours in a kiss that was soft and full of all the things you hadn’t said before now.

It wasn’t rushed, or desperate like so many of your past encounters had been. This was different. This was love.

When you finally pulled away, he rested his forehead against yours, both of you breathing heavily but content.

“We’ll figure this out,” he whispered. “Together.”

You nodded, a small smile tugging at your lips. For the first time in what felt like forever, you believed him.

Together.

Han Jisung x insecure reader

warnings: weight insecurity

this is another vent post

Angst/Comfort

Word count: ~2,000

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You stared at the mirror, unable to look away from the reflection that greeted you. The person staring back was foreign, distorted, and unrecognizable. Your fingers grazed over your stomach, your sides, and your arms, disgust welling up inside you as the self-criticism rang loud in your head.

How could anyone think you were beautiful? Especially him.

Your thoughts wandered to Jisung—his gentle smile, the way his eyes crinkled when he laughed, the affection that always shone through when he looked at you. You didn’t deserve it. You didn’t deserve him. His love was so pure, and all you could do was dwell on how unworthy you were.

You thought you could fix it. If you could just lose some weight, maybe you’d feel better about yourself. Maybe the suffocating self-hatred would quiet down, and you could finally feel deserving of him. So you began skipping meals here and there. At first, it was harmless, an experiment of control. Then, it spiraled into something you couldn’t stop.

For the last few days, you barely ate anything. Even the smell of food made you feel nauseous. And when Jisung, sweet as always, brought over your favorite takeout as a surprise, you found yourself shrinking away, making excuses, hiding behind fake smiles.

He was starting to notice. His eyes would linger on you longer, concern etched in his features. You hated that look. It only made the guilt worse, the anxiety tighter in your chest.

Today, your brother Seungmin had invited you out to spend time with him. You agreed, hoping it would distract you from the gnawing pain in your stomach. But as the hours passed, you felt weaker and weaker. The world started to blur, your steps became shaky, and your vision dimmed. You heard Seungmin call your name, but everything went black before you could respond.

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You slowly regained consciousness, the world fuzzy around the edges. Your body felt heavy, like lead, and your throat ached. Blinking a few times, you realized you were lying on your bed. You could hear soft murmurs in the distance, and as you turned your head, you saw Seungmin standing by the door, phone pressed to his ear.

“Yeah, she fainted… I don’t know, she’s been acting strange lately. Can you come over?”

You closed your eyes, tears gathering at the corners. You knew who he was talking to—Jisung. A wave of dread washed over you. You didn’t want him to see you like this. Not now, not when you were at your weakest.

Seungmin hung up and noticed you were awake. He walked over, kneeling beside the bed. “You okay?” he asked softly, though his tone was strained with worry.

You swallowed, your throat dry and scratchy. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

“You’re not fine, Y/N,” he sighed, running a hand through his hair. “What’s going on with you? You’ve been different lately. Jisung’s noticed too, and now… fainting? You need to take care of yourself.”

“I’m fine,” you repeated, your voice cracking as you fought back tears. “I’m fine, Seungmin. Please, just leave it alone.”

Seungmin stared at you for a long moment before shaking his head. “Jisung’s coming over. I’ll leave you two to talk.” With that, he stood up, giving you one last concerned glance before quietly exiting the room.

Your heart pounded in your chest, dread filling every fiber of your being. You didn’t want to talk about it. You didn’t want to face Jisung. What if he hated you for being this weak? What if he saw how disgusting you felt and decided you weren’t worth his love?

A few minutes later, you heard the front door open, followed by soft footsteps. The door to your room creaked as Jisung stepped in, his eyes immediately locking onto you. You could see the fear, the confusion, the sadness in his gaze.

“Y/N…” His voice was barely above a whisper as he rushed to your side, kneeling by the bed. “What happened?”

“I’m fine,” you mumbled, turning your head away, not able to bear looking at him.

“You’re not fine,” he said, his voice shaking with a mix of frustration and worry. “You fainted, Y/N. Seungmin told me everything. What’s going on?”

You bit your lip, tears blurring your vision. How could you even begin to explain? How could you tell him that the image you saw in the mirror disgusted you so much that you stopped eating? How could you tell him that you felt unworthy of his love?

“I—” Your voice cracked, and the tears you’d been holding back finally broke free. “I just… I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

Jisung’s hand reached out, gently brushing a tear from your cheek. “Hey, hey, don’t cry,” he whispered, his own voice thick with emotion. “You can tell me, Y/N. I’m here. I’ll always be here.”

The sincerity in his words shattered the walls you’d been holding up, and the sobs wracked your body. “I-I’m so sorry, Jisung. I just… I just feel so disgusting all the time. I look in the mirror, and I hate what I see. I feel so fat and ugly, and I just thought… if I stopped eating, maybe I’d feel better. But I don’t. I feel worse.”

Jisung’s face crumpled, and tears began to spill from his own eyes. His hand found yours, squeezing tightly as if he was afraid to let go. “Y/N… why didn’t you tell me? Why didn’t you say anything?”

“I didn’t want to burden you,” you whispered. “I didn’t want you to see me like this.”

“Burden me?” he repeated, his voice cracking. “You could never be a burden to me. You’re everything to me, Y/N. I don’t care what you look like or how you feel about yourself—I love you for who you are. Not for some ideal you think you need to be.”

You closed your eyes, his words washing over you like a balm on your wounded soul. “But I don’t feel beautiful, Jisung. I feel… worthless.”

Jisung let out a soft sob, his hand trembling as he cupped your cheek, forcing you to meet his gaze. “You are the most beautiful person I’ve ever met, inside and out. I don’t want you to hurt yourself like this. Please, Y/N, you don’t have to do this. You don’t need to starve yourself or change anything about yourself. You’re perfect just as you are.”

You shook your head, the tears flowing freely now. “I don’t feel perfect. I feel broken.”

Jisung climbed onto the bed beside you, pulling you into his arms, holding you so close that you could hear the steady beat of his heart. He kissed the top of your head, his tears mingling with yours. “You’re not broken, baby. You’re not. You’re just struggling, and that’s okay. But you don’t have to go through this alone. I’ll be with you every step of the way. We’ll get through this together.”

You buried your face in his chest, your sobs slowly subsiding as his warmth and presence enveloped you. For the first time in days, you didn’t feel completely alone.

After a long moment of silence, Jisung pulled back just enough to look into your eyes. “I’m going to help you, okay? We’re going to take it one day at a time. I’ll cook for you, or we can go out and get whatever you want to eat. No pressure, no expectations. Just… when you’re ready, I’ll be here.”

You nodded, unable to find the words to express how much his promise meant to you.

“And if you ever feel like this again,” Jisung continued, his voice soft but firm, “if you ever feel like you’re not enough, I want you to come to me. Don’t hide it. Don’t try to handle it on your own. We’re in this together, okay?”

“Okay,” you whispered, your voice shaky but sincere.

He leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. “You’re beautiful, Y/N. Don’t ever doubt that. You don’t have to change for me, or for anyone. I love you just the way you are.”

You curled into his embrace, the weight on your chest feeling a little lighter. It would take time, you knew that. But with Jisung by your side, maybe—just maybe—you could start to see yourself the way he saw you.

And that was a start.

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As the days passed, Jisung stayed true to his promise. He was patient, never pushing you too hard, but always there with a kind word or a plate of your favorite food. He would sit with you, sometimes in silence, sometimes with quiet reassurances, but always with a love so deep and unconditional that it slowly began to chip away at the walls you’d built around yourself.

And with each passing day, you began to believe, just a little bit, that maybe—just maybe—you were enough.

HAN JISUNG X READER

synopsis: You, Han and Seungmin are friends and roomates. One night you wake up from a bad panic attack but Seungmin is there to rescue you. How is Han going to feel?

The room was pitch dark, and silence pressed heavily on you, broken only by the faint hum of the refrigerator from the kitchen. But inside your head, a storm raged. You were wide awake, heart pounding erratically, breath coming in short, panicked bursts. Your fingers clutched the edge of your blanket tightly as you struggled to ground yourself.

This was how it always started. It felt as if the walls were closing in, suffocating you with invisible pressure, the fear bubbling up out of nowhere and consuming you whole. You needed air. You needed space. You needed out.

Without thinking, you pushed back the covers and slipped out of bed, wrapping your arms around yourself as you stumbled down the hall toward the kitchen. The soft glow of light from under the door caught you off guard. The apartment was supposed to be asleep, but someone else was awake.

You hesitated at the door, then opened it quietly. Inside, Seungmin was standing by the counter, a glass of water in hand. He turned when he heard you, his brows furrowing as soon as he saw your face.

“Hey…” he said softly, setting his glass down and stepping closer. “Are you okay?”

You forced a weak smile, but even that was shaky. He didn’t need you to answer. Within seconds, he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a hug. The warmth of his embrace was a balm against the chaos inside your chest, and you clung to him, letting his steady heartbeat ground you.

“You don’t have to talk,” he whispered, one hand gently rubbing your back. “Just breathe. I’m right here.”

You closed your eyes, feeling the wave of panic start to recede as you focused on the comforting rhythm of Seungmin’s breathing. You had known him for a long time, and he always seemed to know exactly what to do, even when you didn’t know how to ask for help.

“Do you want to sit down?” he asked, his voice barely more than a murmur.

You nodded, and he led you over to the couch, his arm still around your shoulders. You sat down together, and he pulled you close, wrapping the blanket you’d brought around both of you. The world felt smaller here, quieter, as if the darkness was something that could protect you instead of trap you.

You let yourself sink into the comfort of his hold, leaning your head against his chest. Your breathing slowed, the panic slowly dissolving into the warmth of his embrace.

“Thank you,” you whispered, your voice barely audible.

Seungmin just hummed softly, his hand still rubbing soothing circles on your back. “You don’t have to thank me,” he replied. “I’m here for you, always.”

Somehow, in that moment, everything felt okay. The weight of your panic attack had lifted, and you felt safe enough to close your eyes, exhaustion finally overtaking you. In the cocoon of his arms, you drifted into sleep.

You woke up to the faint glow of morning light streaming in through the blinds. For a moment, you were disoriented, the unfamiliar warmth beside you pulling you out of your drowsy haze. Blinking, you realized that you were still on the couch, curled up against Seungmin. He was awake, scrolling through his phone with his other arm still draped around you, holding you close.

“Good morning,” he said with a soft smile as he noticed you stir.

“Morning,” you replied, feeling a bit shy as you pulled away and stretched. “Did you stay here all night?”

He nodded, rubbing the back of his neck. “Didn’t want to leave you alone.”

You felt a warmth in your chest at his words, a small smile tugging at your lips. “Thank you. I really mean it.”

Seungmin gave you a gentle, reassuring look before standing up. “Anytime,” he said simply, as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

As Seungmin headed to his room, you stood and stretched, making your way toward the kitchen to make some coffee. But as you turned the corner, you froze.

Han was there, standing by the counter with his back to you. He didn’t turn around when you entered, but you could see the tension in his shoulders, the way he gripped his coffee mug tightly.

“Morning,” you greeted, trying to keep your voice light, but he barely responded, giving only a faint nod before brushing past you to leave the room.

You watched him go, confusion settling in the pit of your stomach. Han wasn’t acting like himself at all. Usually, he was the first to greet you in the morning, full of energy and silly jokes. Today, he had barely even looked at you.

The day dragged on with Han avoiding you and Seungmin, answering in short, clipped sentences when either of you tried to talk to him. His usual warmth was replaced with a cold distance, and you couldn’t understand why.

By the time the sun was setting, you felt as though the weight of his silence was crushing you. After dinner, you found him in the hallway, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. You took a deep breath, gathering your courage, and approached him.

“Han,” you called softly, watching as he turned to look at you, his expression guarded. “Can we talk?”

He looked away, a muscle in his jaw tightening. “I don’t think there’s anything to talk about.”

“Yes, there is,” you insisted, stepping closer. “You’ve been avoiding me all day, and I don’t know why. Please, just tell me what’s wrong.”

He hesitated, his eyes meeting yours for a brief moment before he looked away again, his shoulders sagging. “I saw you and Seungmin this morning,” he said quietly.

The realization hit you like a wave. “Oh… Han, I—”

“I didn’t know you two were… like that,” he interrupted, a hint of bitterness in his voice. “I thought maybe I had a chance, you know?”

You took a step closer, reaching for his hand, but he didn’t move. “It’s not like that. Han, last night, I had a panic attack. Seungmin was just helping me calm down. He stayed with me because I was scared. That’s all.”

He looked at you then, really looked at you, his eyes searching yours for any hint of dishonesty. You could see the uncertainty and vulnerability in his gaze, and it made your heart ache. “You don’t have to explain—”

“Yes, I do,” you cut him off, your voice firm. “Because I like you, Han. I’ve liked you for a long time, and I didn’t know how to tell you. Last night wasn’t what you think, but I want it to be you who’s there for me.”

His face softened, a glimmer of hope sparking in his eyes. “You mean that?”

You nodded, your heart racing as you squeezed his hand. “Yes. I didn’t realize how much I wanted this until I saw how hurt you were. I’m sorry if I made you feel like you didn’t have a chance. I was just… scared to say anything.”

Han took a step closer, his thumb gently tracing circles on the back of your hand. “I’ve wanted to tell you for so long,” he admitted, his voice barely a whisper. “But I didn’t want to ruin what we had. Seeing you with him… it made me realize that I couldn’t keep it to myself anymore.”

You smiled, feeling a warmth blossom in your chest as he cupped your cheek, his thumb brushing gently along your skin. “You don’t have to keep it to yourself anymore,” you whispered, leaning into his touch.

In that moment, Han closed the distance between you, his lips meeting yours in a tender, gentle kiss. His arms wrapped around you, pulling you close as if he never wanted to let go. The hurt and confusion from the day melted away, replaced by the quiet certainty of finally being where you were meant to be.

When you pulled back, Han rested his forehead against yours, a soft smile playing on his lips. “Next time, come to me,” he murmured, his voice filled with a gentle warmth. “I want to be the one you lean on.”

You nodded, your heart full as you wrapped your arms around him. “I promise.”

Together, you made your way back into the living room, where Seungmin was sprawled on the couch, his phone in hand. He looked up, raising an eyebrow as he took in the sight of you and Han holding hands.

“So, did you two finally work things out?” he asked with a smirk.

You felt your cheeks warm as Han let out a sheepish laugh. “Yeah, I think we did,” he replied, squeezing your hand.

Seungmin just grinned, shaking his head. “Took you long enough.”

And in that moment, surrounded by the warmth of your closest friends, you felt a deep sense of peace settle over you. You had finally found your place, right where you belonged.

Again such a good story!

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❥ pairing: han jisung x female reader (feat. hwang hyunjin) ❥ genres/tropes/au: series, fluff, romance, angst, boxer!jisung, journalism major!reader, fake dating!au, college!au ❥ rating: pg-13 ❥ warnings: included in each individual chapter ❥ status: completed ❥ word count: 87.7k ❥ synopsis: Han Jisung only wants one thing: to get his ex back. And for that, his best plan is to get a fake girlfriend, choosing Y/N as the one. Although she is not very happy with this idea, she knows she also has something to gain from this. She agrees with one condition: they must follow her list of rules. However, a simple list of rules cannot prevent one from falling in love and the other from getting their heart broken.

❥ lia's note: Your eyes are not deceiving you. This is a new masterlist for Rule Breaker because I'm back. I've decided to bring back some beloved fics, so here we are, starting with this one. This version will be edited to include fewer grammar mistakes, fewer typos and maybe a few additions here and there. The plot will remain the same with a few small tweaks to tie everything together nicely. This story is inspired by To All The Boys I've Loved Before, so you might see some similarities between this fic and the movie (I haven't read the books)

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🎡 Chapter List 🎡

Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven Chapter Eight Chapter Nine Chapter Ten Chapter Eleven Chapter Twelve Chapter Thirteen Chapter Fourteen Chapter Fifteen (Finale)

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“Y/n do you want to talk to him?”

~ You’re just so pretty. ~

[Han Jisung x Fem!Reader]

scene: everyone seems to be attracted to jisung, shamelessly throwing themselves at him despite the fact that you two are a couple

genre: angst with comfort😔🫶🏼💪🏼

warning: swearing, jealous reader, mentions of body insecurities, two day ghosting

note: (non!idol au, university au) so I think this is so scattered because my thoughts are all over the place but I will get to editing it later tonight. go through contacts are basically the people in your contacts who can bypass the ‘do not disturb’ and have notifs of their chats despite dnd being on.

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They aren’t even trying to hide it anymore, they love your boyfriend. And your boyfriend couldn’t care less.

The girl is practically throwing herself at him, her finger twirling her blonde hair while the other squeezes his biceps. She’s so close to him she might as well be the air he breathes.

Jisung on the other hand, doesn’t do anything. He laughs at her attempt to flatter him, compliments about his muscles, his face, his whole fucking being. He is beyond amused at how these girls try to be his.

He smiles at the sight of you, ignoring the murderous look you have for the scene in front of you. “Baby! You’re back, finally.” He beams excitedly, like a squirrel with an acorn.

You smile back, glancing at the girl who still has her hand on your boyfriend. She rolls her eyes, trotting back to her friends. You finally feel the air become light again.

“Hi sweetheart, what were you doing?” You ask, sitting on his lap.

His hands instinctively hold you close, one wraps around you waist the other on your thigh. “Was gonna study but these girls kind of pushed their friend on me, I’m so glad you’re here now.” Your boyfriend explains, before kissing you on the cheek. “Are you ready for finals?” He queries, tucking a stray hair behind your ear.

~•~

The finals are a day away and you can’t rest, overwhelmed by the thought of your boyfriend cheating on you. You don’t think he would do that, you trust him. But, he’s just so pretty. Girls naturally flock around him like birds to bread.

Why did he choose you? When there are much prettier, skinnier, paler, taller girls than you.

The (toxic) girls around you can tell you’re nothing but garbage compared to them, they know it well, so well that they hit on Jisung even when you’re together. Shamelessly accidentally tripping and making him help them, and his kind heart actually leaving your side to help the fallen lady.

Just a few minutes ago, you were happily chatting with him when a girl about 5 inches taller than you, brunette, and more fit than you are approached him. You thought it would be like the others, he’d say thank you to the compliments and go back to you.

But instead, you have to witness him fawn over this woman you don’t even know. He doesn’t even bother introduce the two of you.

“So how have you been?” Her squeaky voice just annoying you, drilling into your head how everyone is so much more feminine than you.

And you will never be good enough for Jisung.

“I’ve been good!” He returns the same enthusiasm she has, not bothered by her finger tracing shit on his chest.

“Jisung-“

“Hold on, baby. I’m talking to someone.” He cuts you off, not even sparing you a glance. He just continues to flirt with this woman as if you aren’t there.

Well alright, you’ll just make it reality.

You pick up your things, placing it all in you bag then standing up to leave the cafeteria. The place is buzzing loudly in your ear, not helping the hate thoughts consuming you.

When you find a secluded place in the study hall, you settle down. Your bag dropping beside you.

You plug your earphones in, turning the volume up so it’s the only thing you can hear.

~•~

It’s been 2 days since the brunette incident and you’ve been trying your best to avoid Jisung. Not wanting to talk or hear his voice again. Even going to the extent of muting his texts and taking him off your ‘go through’ contacts.

Those two days have been the most peaceful ones since you got into a relationship 5 years ago. No noisy fangirls or fanboys, not a cellphone pinging with notifications. Just silence and rest.

You got through the finals, confident you would pass them with flying colors.

You admire the setting sun, the waves giving you wonderful white noise and it almost sounds like Jisung and his friend?

“You know I’m happy for you.” His friend exclaims, when he notices Jisung’s confused face he mentions you. “I never really liked Y/n, seemed controlling and shit. Besides, Chae-eun is hotter.” He chides, kicking a rock in the way.

You frown angrily, quietly standing up from your spot on the sand. You don’t want to hear Jisung’s reply, it’s not worth the heartbreak you haven’t prepared yourself for.

“Shit, bro is that Y/n?” He gulps, afraid you’ve heard him.

You start walking faster, almost running at that point. You’re so far that you don’t hear Jisung disapproving his friend’s remarks about you, quipping about how perfect you are.

~•~

*tuk tuk tuk*

The sound of knocking from your front door resonating to the kitchen where you’re cooking. “Minho? Did you lose your key?” You shout, rushing to the door not caring to peek in the peephole. “Minho-“

“Y/n, please let me explain.” Jisung pleads, visibly tired and worn out. The two days having the opposite effect on him than what it did to you.

He opens his mouth but is interrupted by Minho, your best friend’s hand on you boyfriend’s shoulder in a warning manner. “Y/n, do you want to talk to him?” Minho questions, giving you a comforting nod, as if to say I’ll kick his ass if you don’t want to.

“Yeah, I do. Thanks, Min. You can go inside.” You opened the door wider and he brushes past your boyfriend.

Jisung sighs in relief, and you walk with him to the park where he explains everything. Chae-eun being a childhood bestfriend from his hometown (but he’ll distance himself if you want him to), the boy who insulted you being scolded by Jisung, and him constantly reassuring you between his explanations that you are the only one for him.

“I promise, Y/n. You are the most perfect girl I’ve ever met. You are mine and I intend to keep it that way, you and only you.” He clarifies, tilting your head to look at him. “I’m sorry for pushing you away and making you jealous. I don’t do it on purpose.” He continues, giving you comforting squeezes to the hand.

You start to tear up, relived you’ve finally talked it out. “You’re just so pretty.” You murmur, “everyone who looks at you falls in love.” you blubber.

Despite all your insecurities he stays with you and reassures you with never ending patience.

After calming down you two walk back to your apartment where Minho is fast asleep like a cat on the couch, the table is full of food and your favorite show is paused on the tv.

You smile, waking him up and beckoning him to eat.

The night ending your two day long span of not talking to your beloved.

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