Sleepy Jisung Is Kind A Hot

sleepy Jisung is kind a hot

time lapse ➳ seo changbin

❖ genre : idiots to lovers! au; long-distance relationship! au; fluff; a teeny tiny bit of angst

❖ word count : 14,9k.

❖ warning : explicit language, suggestive remarks & mentions of alcohol

❖ summary : you used to see Changbin as a friend until you realized that you both don’t look at each other the way best friends are supposed to. 

one.

Apparently, people like you and Changbin don’t look forward to spring breaks, ever, because you simply cannot see the point in getting pumped for the very few days of sleeping in only to dread every last moment of it. Hence, he keeps FaceTiming you every day and night with such ridiculous reasons it actually boosts your ego into thinking that he misses you. 

Oh, boy were you wrong.

But this time around, he seems so flustered and burnt up all of a sudden it makes a smirk creep its way up to your lips. Seeing him in such a vulnerable state, you’re more than satisfied like a sadistic predator. You can really use some tea right now, it’s been a little boring without any dramas other than Hyunjin being dramatic over how his hair does not look good in any way, shape or form. That alone is enough for you to throw him off a cliff because since when does Hwang Hyunjin not look good?

Changbin asks. “Have you eaten?”

“Yes, I have. You’ve been asking the same question for five minutes straight.” You roll your eyes at him in the bitchiest way possible. 

He questions subconsciously, only to have you narrow your eyes at him. “You have work tomorrow, right?”

“Bin, you have my schedule. Of course, I have work tomorrow.” You utter in disbelief. 

“Can’t I just make up excuses to call my favorite girl?”

You make a gagging noise. “Cut the bullshit. Spill or I’m gonna whip out the big gun.” 

“And what is that?” He drawls the question in boredom. 

You grin at him coyly. “I’m gonna tell Chan to poison you with cilantro.” If Changbin had to choose between eating cilantro and jumping into a tank full of sharks, he’d definitely, without a second thought, sleep with those horrifying fishes with ridiculously deadly teeth. He hates cilantro with an ignited passion, and he’s entitled to that decision for the rest of his life. He’s sworn that he would never eat cilantro as long as he lives. 

“Fine,” Changbin huffs in defeat as he holds his phone up while lying on his bed. “I need your help.”

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i am... devastated

insomnia   {IV}

Member: Han Jisung

{ Prologue } { I } { II } { III } { IV }

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Apparently, the two roommates who were supposed to move in with him, cancelled and found a new place to start working at. Jisung didn’t mind, it meant he could have a whole apartment to himself and he could work in peace and quiet. It would be the first time he was alone for real; you and his family were hours away and you both had your own ways to go now.

You tried to keep in contact with him, but your busy schedules never lined up and you were also trying to keep your relationship with Ty. Having him around made Jisung’s absence a bit better, Ty took care of you and loved you even though he knew Jisung had something against him. Eventually as the months went on, you and Jisung would never talk at all and drifted apart.

Jisung was incredibly blessed with talent and within a few months, he was being noticed by big names in the music industry. Everyone wanted to work with him or wanted to collab on tracks and in no time, he was already named the top rising star in the industry.

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Pink Roses

Part of “Heaven or Hell” my Stray Kids Demon/Angel!au Series

Name: Han Jisung

Status: Guardian Angel

Special Abilities: Invisibility; Teleportation

Summary: Guardian Angels are given permission and expected to ‘protect by any means necessary’ when assigned a human. However, they are given one rule: Do not get attached. 

You were Jisung’s assigned human.

Word Count: 5.4k

Warnings: Mentions of death; Violence

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