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get your tickets to the freak show

han jisung x fem!reader college au

description: jisung's loud friends thinks the cute bookstore worker but would be boring in bed. they make a bet to see if she really is, but it doesn't go how they think. maybe they should learn how to speak more quietly in a quiet bookstore.

warnings: smut, unprotected sex, oral(fem & male receiving), dirty talk, a bit of switch for both jisung and the reader, face sitting, marking kink, multiple orgasms, multiple rounds(literally 2), choking, creampie, one sexy text

wc: 6.2k+

a/n: this ff is solely inspired by demi lovato's song: freak ft. yungblud. I had so much fun writing this, like I wrote all of this in 8 hours in one sitting...I was so hyped to write it. I honestly love how it turned out. like...I feel like this is my baby that I'm sharing with you. I hope you enjoy reading this as much I did writing it!!😊

if you want to a song list of what I listened to(on fucking repeat): freak, heaven, city of angels, and bones by demi lovato. I'm on a music binge with their music rn. rock music is my fav genre😩

tag-list: @hello-stranger24

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“here’s your book and receipt, I hope you have a great rest of your day.” I said to one of my regulars. ”thank you y/n.” she said, smiling at me as she left. I waved at her as she exited the door. I looked over at the new books that still had to be put away before the day was over. I placed them on the cart and pushed them to the first section. I love this bookstore, I basically grew up in it when my family first started the business. it was soon to belong to me once my parents become to elder to care for the store. as I put the first few books away, the bell above the door rang and really loud group entered the shop. I looked over and saw a group of eight young men walking in. they looked to be in college. great. I pushed the cart back to the front to where they were. “hello, can I help you guys find anything?” I asked as I stopped in front of them. they looked at each other and chuckled, making me want to roll my eyes. “nah we don’t just here to check out the store and hang out.” one of them said. I nodded my head, “well if you need anything, I’ll be in one of the rows putting way these away.” I said, walking back to do my job. I turned back around and see pushing each other before going to seat down at one of the tables. “and please keep it down, I do have some people reading.” I said, before continuing on my route.

“she seems boring.” changbin said, resting his head on his hand. I leaned back in my seat as the rest of the boys laughed. “be nice bin. I bet she’s fun outside of work, you never know.” chan said. “oh there goes chan being the nice ole’ man he is.” seungmin said, nudging hyunjin on his arm, we laughed as chan gave him a playful death glare. “she’s kind of pretty though.” jeongin stated. “yeah if you’re into sweet, quiet and mostly boring women, jeongin.” minho said, tilting his head at him. I turned my head in the direction she was in to see her. “jisung, you’re being quiet.” felix said, I quickly turned my bed back to him- who I was sitting next to. “just trying to respect what she said that’s all.” I said shrugging my shoulders. the boys all looked at each other and started laughing quietly. “what?” I asked, looking at each one of them. “don’t tell me you have a crush on the worker of a bookstore.” changbin said, putting his head on the table with disappointment. “I wouldn’t even give her the time of day.” hyunjin said dramatically, throwing his head back. “guys.” chan said, with giggles behind his voice, “be nice.” “I bet she’s boring in bed.” minho said, before coving his mouth so he won’t laugh to loud. the other boys laughing along with him. I rolled my eyes and slightly laughed uncomfortably.

“wait wait, I have the greatest idea!” jeongin said kind of too loud. “shh! I think I already know what you’re about to say.” minho said, bouncing in his seat. I sighed and waited to whatever this stupid idea was. before jeongin could speak, the worker started walking back towards them. “everyone shush.” felix said, “so are we still gonna throw that party on saturday at the house?” he asked, turning his head to chan. “yeah, we still need to get drinks and extra chips.” chan said, playing along with the fake conversation. we, well like they, continued their fake convo as they secretly watched her go past us back to the front desk. changbin leaned in from across from the table and smirked. “jisung, ask her out on a date. see if she’s really boring in bed.” he said with a big smile. I shook my head, “no.” I said. “50 bucks if you do it.” hyunjin says. oh, now money which means it’s becoming a bet. “same but only if she’s actually boring in bed.” minho said, giving hyunjin a high five. “same.” changbin said, “you gonna do it?” he challenged.

I looked down and thought about it.

I pumped some hand sanitizer on and sat down and to update the book system. I heard the group of guys laugh and cheer. I looked up and watched them get up and one by one start to leave the bookstore. I wished them a good rest of their day and they waved back in return. I got back to my work but it didn’t last long. I jumped as someone knocked on the desk. “jesus.” I said, turning my body around in the chair. I saw one of the boys from the group with a book in his hands. “hey, I’d like to get this book.” he said, placing the book down next to the register. I stood up and walked over. I picked up and scanned the book with a smile on my face. “so, how is work going?” he asked, trying to make small talk as he pulled out his card out of his wallet. “it’s been okay, a little slow today.” I said, clicking the card button on my cash register. “I’m jisung.” he said with smile. “I’m y/n.” I said back. as he slid his card in and typed his code, I took a good look at him. grown out black fluffy hair under a cap, a white tie covered by a black jacket, and black pants that were ripped in the knees. he’s kind of cute I thought with a smirk. I grabbed his newly bought book and placed it in a bag.

he removed his card once it beep at him. I grabbed the receipt and placed it in the bag as well. “here you go and I hope you have a great rest of your day jisung.” I said, handing the bag to him. “thanks.” he said with a big smile. I went to turn around but he started talking again. “hey I know this is kind of straight forward, but I was wondering if you’re not busy tonight, if I could take you on a date?” he asked, scratching the back of his neck. I raised an eyebrow at him and crossed my arms. “where would it be?” I asked. “the carnival that’s in town right now.” he said. huh, why the fuck not, but I didn’t answer right way. I watched as he awkwardly swayed on his feet for a second. “I get off at 5pm. give me some time to get home and get changed. I meet you there around 6:45, sound good?” I asked. jisung perked up and nodded his head. “yeah, that sounds good with me. I’ll see you soon y/n.” he said as he bowed his head a little. I waved as he left the store.

I thought back to what I heard earlier…oh he’s gonna be fun to play with.

I met back up with the boys at the consignment store that was down the block at the corner. “so what did she say jisung?” jeongin asked as we started to head back to our house. “she said yes to the date.” I said, kicking the small pebbles I saw. “where you gonna take her?” chan asked as adjusted the bags in his hands. “the carnival.” I answered, making the boys say oo. “what time?” minho asked. “I have to meet her there at 6:45.” I said, before looking at my phone at the time. “I have 3 hours to spear, let’s get home and play some games.” I said, trying to change the subject. 

“okay y/n, I’m heading out. I’ll see you on monday.” a regular, who also happened it be my friend, said. “alright tony, I hope you have a good rest of your weekend with your family.” I with a smile. “you as well and I couldn’t help but overhear that you’ve gotten yourself a date tonight.” he said with a laugh. “yes I do.” I said, pulling at my sleeve on my shirt. “well if it goes bad, I’ll be there tonight with my little sister. just text me and we’ll meet up, okay?” he said. "okay tony. thanks.” I said. “no problem. bye y/n.” tony said, leaving the store. “bye.” I said.

I looked around to see if there was anyone still left in the store. not a soul. I sighed and sat back down in my chair, looking up at the ceiling. I glanced at the clock next to me and groaned. 2 hours left now. “can’t time move just a little faster.” I said aloud to myself. maybe I can call dad a little later and ask if I can close the store early. I hate slow days. I thought of jisung and our date, which made my smile. at least I have something to look forward to.

“yeah, the last person left about an hour and a half ago and no one hasn’t enter since then.” I explained to my dad on the phone. “yeah go ahead sweetie. I’ll see you tomorrow for dinner, be safe.” dad said. “okay, I will dad. I love you,” I said. “I love you too. bye now.” he said. i said bye also well and ended the call. I smiled and went to go lock the door. I turned off the open sign and proceeded with my closing duties.

I walked into the house, “I’m home!” I said as I closed the door behind me, taking my shoes off at the door. my best friend, raya entered the room from the kitchen “hey honey, how was work?” she joked. “it was a slow day babe. I'm so tired.” I said, joking back with her. “but.” I said, before she could respond back. she raised her eyebrows waiting for me to continue. “I have an interesting date tonight.” I said, walking past her to the living room. “oh, tell me more!” she said. I grabbed my phone from my back pocket and checked the time. 6:15. “come with me to my room, I have to be there at 6:45. help me pick an outfit.” I said, heading to my bedroom as she followed behind me.

“so he asked you out but the only reason you said yes is because you heard their conversation? that’s fucking hilarious.” she said, laughing. “I mean it’s their fault for talking loud in my store. how does this look?” I said as I walked out of my closest. she tilted her head, “cute but it’s going to be cold tonight.” she answered. my head fell back as I groaned, walking back into the closest. I picked out a maroon top with a black puffer jacket with leggings. i quickly put it on and headed back out.

“what about this?” I asked, doing a quick spin. “leggings.” she said. I held up my hand. “I need to wear something that will be easy to take off.” I said, her jaw dropped. “are you going to sleep with him tonight?” she asked, I nodded my head as I headed to my dresser and pulled out some socks. “text me when you’re on the way home, if you come back here. I don’t want to hear my best friend getting laid.” she said, standing up. I laughed and told her okay before heading to the bathroom. I began to brush my teeth as I heard raya say, “it’s 6:42 y/n.” shit, it takes 6 mintues to walk there. I spat out the toothpaste and rinsed out my mouth.

I ran out my room, grabbing my bag and keys on my way out. I rushed to put on my shoes and yelled goodbye to raya before locking and closing to door. I felt the cool wind hit my face, thank you raya for telling me to put something to keep me warm up. I began my jog to the carnival, why would I waste my gas to get to a place that I can easily walk to. gas it too pricey right now.

I made it to the front of the carnival and looked around for jisung, hoping he didn’t leave. I looked down at my phone and saw the time, 5:50. damn. I sighed and looked around one more time. why didn’t I give him my number so I could tell him I was on the way…oh wait maybe because he’s a fucking stranger y/n. you don’t give out your number to random people, especially to random guys you just met a few hours ago.

I scanned the crowd again and noticed a familiar group of people. jisung’s friends. I looked at all them and didn’t see jisung among them. though they could tell me if he was here, there was no way I, a female, going to a group of seven guys, alone. so I waited and watched his friends. soon jisung showed up and started talking to his friends. I took a deep breathe knowing I had to go over there now. hoping one of them would see me before I made it to them. the short one noticed me first and patted jisung on the stomach and nodded my way, saying words I couldn’t hear. jisung turned around and smiled me, walking towards me. we met half way and greeted each other.

“hey you made it.” jisung said, looking me up and down. “yeah, I didn’t see you and was worried I made it too late.” I said, looking around,  “but then I saw your friends and waited for you to turn up.” I continued. “oh sorry about that. I was just in the bathroom.” he responded. “well you ready to head in?” I asked, jisung nodded. “yeah, let’s go get tickets.” he said, as we started making our way to the ticket booth. 

we got our tickets, which he payed for, and headed in. “do you like rides?” he asked, I nodded. “which one do you want to go on first or do you want to do something different first?” he asked as we looked around at what the carnival had to offer and also the lines. “how about the magic maze first.” i said pointing to it, not to many people waiting in that line. “okay.” he said. we walked to the line. “so tell me about yourself jisung.” I said as we waited in line. “well, I’m 22 years old. I’m college, majoring in music production, I’m in my last year. I like to make music, dance, and watch anime.” he said. “oh that’s cool, do you want to be an artist or do you want to produce music for others?” I asked, as we moved up in the line. “an artist, I’m in a group with my friends. me and my two friends, chan and changbin, were are the main producers, we call ourselves 3racha.” he explained, I smiled as he talked about what he seemed to really love.

“next!” we heard, looking froward- we were the next to enter.

we exited the the magic house in fits of laughter. “your reaction was priceless, especially in the beginning with the mirrors.” I said, holding my stomach. jisung laughed with me and leaned into me, playful bumping me away. “yours’ was too! you barely could stand on the last part where it spins.” he said, making me stick my tongue out at him. “what next?” he asked, looking at me. “you pick, let’s take turns.” I said, he nodded. jisung looked around and saw the zero gravity ride and pointed to it. “that.” he said, i nodded my head and we made our way to the ride. we got in line and that when jisung told me to say some things about me. 

“well I’m 23 years old, I graduated in business two years ago. I work at my family’s bookstore, I basically grew up in that store. it’s like my second home. I like to draw, read, and hang out with my best friend, raya- who is also my roommate.” I said, jisung nodded his head. “so it’s your family business, are your parents going to give it to you one day?” jisung asked. “yeah, once they do. I’m going to update the place with more update décor, but still keeping the same aesthetic.” I explained. we continued to talk about random things we are into.

we went on 5 other rides before we went to grab a snack to keep up our energy. “I would like a funnel cake.” I said to jisung. “alright, you go find a table- if you can, and I’ll get us the food.” he said with a big smile. “you already paid for the tickets, let me buy the food.” I said, but jisung just shook his head. “no, I’m the one who asked you out. but if we have a second date, we can split everything.” he said with a slight smirk. “oh so there’s going to more dates?’ I asked, mirroring his same smirk. “if you want there to be more dates.” he said, winking at me before going to the food stand. I felt my cheeks heat up as I turned around to find a table. I looked around and saw tony and his little sister sitting at a table. I quickly walked over and said hello to them.

“hey tony and mini tony.” I said, sitting next to malia as she rolled her eyes at me. “hey y/n, how’s your date going?” tony asked. malia’s eyes lit up as her head snapped in my direction. “you’re on a date!” she said. I laughed and nodded my head to the 13 year old girl next to me. “it’s going great. his name is jisung and he’s really fun to be around.” I said, looking back to see where he was. “that’s good to hear.” tony said, smiling at me. “is that him?” malia asked, pointing to him. “yes.” I answered, making her squeal. “he’s cute.” she said, wiggling her eyebrows at me, making me laugh. “malia calm down. I knew I shouldn’t have let you have some of my energy drink plus 3 sweets from the food stand.” tony said shaking his head, she just sweetly smiled. “are you having fun malia?” I asked her. “yes! we are about to go on one more ride.” she answered. “then we going home, it’s almost your bedtime.” tony said, looking at his phone. “what time is it?” i asked him. “9 o’clock.” he answered before putting his phone away. “oh, jisung is on his way.” malia said, shaking my arm. I turned my head and watched jisung walk over to us.

“hey jisung. this is my friend tony and his little sister-” i said. “my name is malia.” she said. I swear I could see her eyes becoming hearts. I looked at tony and chuckled. “hi.” jisung said shyly as he put the food down. “it’s nice to meet you but I promised malia one more ride before we leave.” tony said, standing up. “I want to get to know jisung though.” she said as tony walked around the table and picked her up to make her leave. I laughed at the scene and looked back at jisung who was silently laughing. “say bye malia.” tony said, placing her back on the ground and pushing her away. “bye jisung.” she said, waving at him. “have fun guys, but not too much fun.” tony said jokingly. I heard malia asked what that meant as they left. 

we laughed at them, “well that was interesting.” jisung said as he sat across from me. “I think malia has a crush.” I laughed out, making him laugh as well. jisung handed me a fork so we could eat. “hell you even got a bye, I didn’t.” I said, taking the fork. “she’s adorable.” jisung said, taking at bite of food. that when I noticed the food. “did you get a large so we had to share?” i asked with smile before grabbing a piece to eat. “half true, a small was 3 dollars and a large was 8 dollars so I just got the large.” he said. we ate kind of fast and quietly because the carnival was about to close. “what’d the final ride for the date tonight?” I asked, already having a feeling what he was going to say. “the ferris wheel of course.” he answered. “I knew it, how romantic.” I said, with my hand over my heart. “you really know how to win a girl’s heart.” I said, making him blush. he stood up and I followed, he looked down and noticed something. he quickly bent down and started to retie my shoe. cute, I pulled out my phone and snapped a photo of him fixing my shoe and quickly putting it away. “thank you.” I said as he stood back up. “you’re welcome.” he said with a nice smile.

we were the next ones to get on the big wheel. “are you excited?” I asked, leaned into him. jisung put his arm around, “maybe, you?” he said, with smile. I playfully rolled my eyes as people left the cart. “come on lovebirds, ya’ll are next.” the operator said, waiting for us to enter. jisung got in first and helped me in second, sitting right next to each other. the operator closed the door, “have fun you lovebirds.” he said, pushing a button that makes the carts go. we slowly made our way to the top. I scooted closer to jisung as he wrapped his arm back around me, resting my head on his shoulder. once we were at the top, fireworks started going off. “wow, what a perfect way to end a date.” jisung said, admiring them. I looked at him and laughed. he turned his head and looked slightly down at me. “what?” he asked with a smile. “isn’t this where you kiss the pretty girl?” I asked with a big grin on my face. “oh where?” he said looking around the cart. “bitch.” I said, slapping him on the thigh. he grabbed my hand before I could move it away and held it in his hand. “oh there she is.” jisung said, leaning his head close to mine. my eyes flicked down to his lips back to his eyes. “just kiss me already loverboy.” I said, placing my hand on the back of his neck. he placed his lips on mine, he tasted like the funnel we ate and mint.

I tilted my head more into the kiss, wanting more. jisung guided his tongue on my bottom lip, wanting access and i gladly accepted. he groaned into the kiss and placed his free arm around my waist. I threaded my fingers through his hair, loving the feeling of his lips on mine. oh, boy I’m going to become addicted. we pulled away when the cart started going down, just smiling at each other.

“did ya’ll have fun up there lovebirds?” the operator said as he opened the door for us to get out. we nodded our head with blush on our cheeks. “have a good night two.” he said as we walked away. as we were walking to the exit, I grabbed jisung’s hand and laced it of mine. he walked down at our hands and back up at me, smiling. “you’re cute.” jisung said, swinging our arms. “says the guy who’s making us do a cute little swinging motion.” I said, squeezing his hand. “ha ha.” he said as we made it out of the carnival. 

“did you drive here?” jisung asked. “no I walked, well I did a fast pace here. I live like 6 minutes away.” I said, looking up at him. “well I’m not letting you walk back home alone in the dark. so you have two choices: 1, we take my car or 2, I walk you home.” he said, holding up his first and second finger. “I choose the car.” I said as my feet started to ache a long time ago. “come on.” jisung said, leading to me his car. we got to his car and he opened the door for me. I hopped in and quickly pulled out my phone and texted raya that I was on the way home and that jisung may be spending the night as jisung close the door and headed around to the driver side. jisung climbed into the car. he fastened his seatbelt, I did also. “where to?” he asked as he started the car.

I gave him the directions to my house with soft music playing in the background during the drive. we stole glances at each other every now and then, making funny faces if we caught the one. he pulled into the driveway and parked the car. “I hope you had a good time.’ jisung said turning to me. “I really did, thank you jisung.” I said, unbuckling my seatbelt. “good good.” he said, looking around. I got out of the car and walked around the driver side, making jisung roll down the window. I leaned in and gave him a kiss, “I really did have fun jisung.” I said once I broke the kiss. jisung raised his head to get another kiss. I smiled during the kiss before pulling away.

“so jisung.” I said, resting my arms on the window. he hummed, looking at me. “are you going to get your tickets to the freak show?” I asked with my head tilted. his eyebrows went under his hair as his eyes widened. “what freak show?” he asked, making me smirk. “how about you come inside and find out.” I said, before heading to the front door. I heard the car be turned off and the door quickly open and close, making the smile on my face grow. I unlocked the front door and looked behind me and saw jisung jogging to me. I opened the door and let him in first and followed after me. I closed the door, taking off our shoes and jackets, leaving them by the door. I grabbed his hand and leaded him to my room.

I closed the door and pushed jisung up against it. I kiss him with passion, pushing my fingers through his hair. he moaned into the kiss as our tongues quickly met each other again. his hands grabbed my hips and brought me closer to him. I could feel him quickly becoming hard. I slid my hands down his chest, down to his dick. I kissed his jawline as I pushed my hand into his pants.

“oh fuck.” he said, throwing his head back, feeling my hand wrap around him. I peppered kisses along his neck and sucked lightly so I won’t leave marks. I mean he still has a bet to win. I kneeled to the ground and quickly worked to get his pants off as he took off his shirt. he stepped out his pants as I kissed him over his boxers. “how bad do you need me baby?” I asked, not moving my head an inch. “so bad.” he said, looking down at me. “want me to suck you off?” I asked, licking up his boxers. “yes please.” he pleaded, bucking his hip into my face. I slowly dragged down his boxers till they were fully off.

I sat there and just looked up at him. not yet. “go lay on the bed.” I said, not moving. his eyebrows came together and moved to the bed away. I waited and watches him lay on the bed before I stood back up. I made my way over to him and stop in front of him. I slowly removed my top and threw it to floor, turning my back to him. sliding my leggings and underwear down, giving him a good view of what he was about to get. “god baby. you look so fucking good.” jisung said, jerking himself off. I smiled and climbed onto the bed, bending next to his cock with my back to him.

I slapped his hand away and replaced it with mine, bringing my lips down to his tip. jisung moaned and grabbed at my ass, sliding it between my legs. I moaned around him and bobbed my head faster as his fingers found their way to my clit. “shit, you’re so good at this.” he said, putting his other hand in my hair. I popped off him and swung around to straddle him, I kissed him and leaned my forehead on his. “do you think you can get me off before I ride you?” I asked as I sat up. he nodded his head, trying to flip me over but I grabbed his hands and pinned them next to his head. he looked at me a little confused. 

“I wanna ride your tongue sungie. is that okay?” I asked, tilting my head. “fuck yes.” he answered. I smiled as climbed over his head. letting my lower half meet his face. “god you look so delicious.” jisung said right before diving in. licking a bold strip up, from my opening to my clit. I grabbed ahold of my headboard. “fuck jisung!” I cried out. it’s been quite some time since I’ve taken anyone to bed. he pushed his tongue into my cunt and brought his hand to my hips, starting to guide me back and forth. I almost caved and fell over, grabbed ahold of his hair once again, pulling on it. he groaned at the feeling. “you’re doing so good. fuck.” I said, closing my eyes while throwing my head back. 

he moved one of his hands from my waist down to my entrance, removing his tongue and pushed two finger into me while his tongue went to my clit. I let out a high pitched whine, bucking my hips in his hand. “oh jisung!” I said, feeling the knot inside becoming tighter. “cum for me y/n. so wet and tight. I can’t wait till I’m inside you.” he said on my clit, curls his fingers in the correct spot. my thighs clenched around his head as I came around his fingers and tongue. he removed his fingers and pushed his tongue back in to lap up my juices. I cried out at the feel. jisung pushed me up and back down so my cunt would back right above his cock.

“do you want to be on top or me…or just have two rounds?” I asked, making his cock twitch under me. “both.” he confidently said, running his hands up and down my thighs. I lifted myself up and grabbed ahold of him. pushing the tip right in and slowly going down. “god you feel me up so nicely.” I said, placing my hands on his chest. his hands went to my waist as I started bouncing on him. I paced the pace how I liked it and in a way I knew I would cum fast and hard too. my breathy moans coming out every time I came down. “yeah, you like my cock deep inside you?” jisung said. my pace faltered at his words as they went straight to my core. “yes, so good baby. I love it so much.” I said, my eyes falling closed. “I could get used to have this tight cunt everyday.” jisung said, thrusting up. I fell forward, my head next to his. “could you baby?” jisung said, making me moan loud. “yes.” I breathed out, focusing on my climax that was approaching quickly.

“I’m gonna cum, shit.” I said, making jisung give me even harder thrusts as my hand quickly made its way to my clit. I planted my lips on his for a messy kiss as I came around his cock for the first time. he kept me sat on him and I calmed down. “fuck, you did so good riding me.” jisung said as I sat up. “are you gonna make me scream or what?” I challenged him, making him smirk at me. he flipped us over, with me now under him. he brought my legs up to his shoulders. 

“ready baby?” jisung asked. “yeah, do worst. fuck me hard, choke me, I don’t care.” I said, rolling my hips up. he gave my one hard thrust and me cry out, “oh fuck.” he very quickly picked a fast and hard pace, making the bed hit on the wall with each thrust. I threw my head back, clamping down on him hard and not being to keep quiet. “god, I can barely fucking move.” he said out of breath. I locked eyes with him, I tried my best to take in the scene. his body sweaty, hair sticking to his forehead, and furrowed eyebrows in concentration. “come here.” i said, grabbing at his hips. jisung pushed my legs from his shoulders and laid his body on me, his pelvic bone brushing against my clit. my legs wrapped around him as my arms went to his back, clawing at it. he moaned at the feeling. “baby choke me.” I said with water eyes. he carefully did so and squeezed it, making my eyes roll back. 

“how close are you?” he asked as his thrusts started to become sloppy. “so close, shit. you gonna cum in me jisung?” I said, trying to make eye contact with but failed. he moaned and let go of my throat to focus on his release. “fuck yeah.” he said, gripping the bed sheets next to my head. the wet sounds of the room and the image of him made the knot rip for the second time, but even harder this time. he pushed hips into to mine once more and came deep inside me.

jisung arms gave out and collapsed onto of me as my legs fell from his hips. I ran one hand in his hair and the other up and down his back. neither one of us moved for a minute. “jesus, I don’t think I’ve ever fucked that hard before.” jisung said, making me giggle. he slid out of me and had enough energy to move and lay next to me. I turn to him and scooted close to him. “that was the best sex I’ve had in awhile.” I said to him. “well we can also do this on our second date if you want.” he said with a smile. I snorted and sat up, “well first off, you better lie to your boys and win that lame bet.” I said, climbing off the bed. “what!” jisung said loudly. I turned back to him and saw a scared look on his face. “your friends talk way to loud. say I’m boring in bed so you can win the bet plus you get a second date me. I see that as a win win.” I said, walking towards my bathroom. “now are you going to sleep in my bed sweaty or are you going to join me in the shower?” I asked, walking in the bathroom. I heard him talk to himself for second before running into the bathroom to me.

we entered the bookstore, met with the cool air in the building. “hello.” y/n said as she called up from the computer. all of us said hello back and went to sit at the table we sat at last week. once we were all sitting down, changbin was the first to talk about y/n and I. “so jisung, you earned 50 bucks from hyunjin cause you actually asked her out, but did you sleep with her?” he asked. I sighed and nodded my head, making the boys cheer. “but was she boring in bed like we thought?” minho asked. I looked back at the front desk at y/n, who was on standing up. she looked up from what she was doing and wink at me. I smiled at her and turned my head back around. my lips went from a smile to a smirk as I looked back at them. “yeah, very boring. I did most of the work and there wasn’t much talking either.” I said, hearing y/n snort in the back. “see we told you chan.” felix said. “well at least I don’t owe jisung money.” chan said. “yeah, now cough up my money.” I said, holding out my hand. changbin, hyunjin, and minho handed over the money. “thank you.” I said, counted the money. 150 dollars richer. I put the money in my wallet as I received a text on my phone. I pulled it out and saw it was a text from y/n who gave me her number the morning after our date. I looked up at her but she just smiled and turned her back to me. I opened my phone and went to see what she sent. only to lose my breathe at what I saw.

a mirror selfie of her on the edge of the bed, in my shirt and legs spread apart and the text under it said:

good boy. can’t wait for our 2nd date. ;)

strange things happen

han jisung x thick!fem!reader

description: tour just ended, and they were going back home. jisung should be happy and excited but can't help but be in his head. when he's told about the backrooms, he didn't really think he'd end up there, nor did he think he would meet a girl too. but then again, the strangest things happen to good people.

genre: strangers to lovers, the backrooms

warning: SMUT!, pov changes a few times, foggy in head space, anxiety fear, mentions of meditation, insomnia(in text but not mentioned), crying, panic attack, passing out, body insecurity, jisung being a sweetheart, somewhat fear of water, yelling, overthinking, kissing, making out, slight marking kink, oral(both receiving), the smallest bit of dirty talk, creampie

wc: 8.8k(somewhat proof-read)

a/n: idk why I wrote this!🤣 I just couldn't shake the thought of it, so I had to write it and now I absolutely love it. I tried my best to explain the levels they were in, basing it off the game: The Complex: Backrooms Found Footage. I think I did okay. tho choosing what skz member to write it for was hard but ended up choosing jisung. anyway, I hope you enjoy this! I would love to hear your guys feedback!❤️❤️

taglist: @hgema @jisunglyricist

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“what? you two honestly don’t believe in that stuff, right?” minho asked, placing his drink down. jisung hadn’t been listening to the conversation and looked around the dinner table. he saw everyone laughing and enjoying dinner while he was off wandering around in his head. the hyung line(besides minho who was sitting next to jisung) were finished eating and up and doing their own thing. while the maknae line were still sat at the table. they had just finished tour and were having a celebratory dinner party with the whole staff and crew.

“you never know what could be real minho.” jeongin said, shrugging his shoulders. jisung scrunched his eyebrows. “what are we talking about?” he asked, looking around the table. “the backrooms.” felix answered, leaning into the table. “what’s that?” he asked, poking around at his food. jisung didn’t really feel hungry, just more tired than anything. all he wanted to do was go to the hotel and sleep. 

“the backrooms are like an urban legend. its were you noclip out of our everyday world filled with people to a liminal space. there’s different areas or levels. the most famous one being this.” felix said, showing jisung a photo. an open room with yellow wallpaper and fluorescent lighting. “there’s been a lot of short films and documentaries to come out recently about it.” jeongin said. “but they’re fake.” seungmin cut in. “we don’t know that.” jeongin said, turning his head to seungmin. “basically you end up there, and you go through the levels to find a way out.” felix said. “that’s creepy.” jisung said as the two boys continued to show and tell him more about the backrooms.

the more felix and jeongin talked about the backrooms, the more fear set in jisung’s head. minho was starting to worry about him. “okay boys! i think that’s enough, let’s go enjoy this party before everyone gets too tired.” minho said, pushing his chair back to stand up. giving the two younger boys a stare, basically to say. shut the fuck up right now. everyone followed minho to the dance floor and processed to have a fun night. dancing the night away.

jisung could feel his body dancing to whatever song was playing. but he kept going back and forth in his head and being present while dancing. his brain had felt foggy for the last few days. even more now since the idea of the backrooms being real. he knows he shouldn’t believe it, but he can’t help it. the idea of being stuck and alone, going in endless loops, trying to find a way out…it scared him.

the party seemed to end quickly. though two hours had passed, it felt like six minutes. everyone cleaned up the areas that were messed up, and in a blink of an eye, jisung was in the van on the way back to the hotel. he doesn’t remember getting in the van and doesn’t even try to either. jisung took a deep breath and looked out the window. seeing the bright lights of the streetlamps and neon signs for the clubs, bushes and trees blurring at the speed. jisung just wanted to sleep. that’s all he needed. it had been a very long day, and he was ready for it to be over.

once in his shared hotel room. jisung took a long hot shower to relax his nerves. though he really didn’t do anything during the shower. he just stood under the water, forehead pressed against the cold wall till the water ran cold. jisung looked at himself in the mirror as he brushed his teeth for the night. he felt like he was seeing himself in third-person, and his body felt like a shell. he couldn’t understand why he was feeling like this. he’s been taking his medicine, never missing a day or night. jisung turned off the light and exited the bathroom. he removed his towel and put on a pair of boxers and his pajama pants on. not bothering to put on the matching shirt. 

he climbed into the bed and turned off his side lamp, ready for bed.  “you okay ji?” he heard minho voice ask. jisung turned his head and smiled at minho. “yeah, i’m fine man. just really tired and ready to sleep. can you turn off your light as well?” jisung said to him. minho gave a worried face but did what jisung asked with a nod. “if you need someone to talk and listen to you, you know you can talk to me. right, jisung?” minho asked out in the dark. jisung nodded his head, then remembered the lights were off. “i know. nothing’s wrong. i promise.” he said out loud before yawning. “night minho.” jisung said in a tired voice. “good night, jisung.” minho responded back.

why wasn’t sleep coming to him. jisung laid awake in the dark, staring at the ceiling. his arms under his head. his mind and body had felt tired. he wanted to sleep, so why wasn’t it coming to him. he didn’t want to toss around too much, scared that he would wake up minho. the one thing he didn’t want to do was worry him even more. so jisung stayed still and waited for sleep to take him. but it never did, he watched as the sun came up and heard the city become loud and full of life again. he heard minho starting to wake up. jisung turned over and closed his eyes, pretending to sleep.

he heard minho get out of bed and walk over to him. shaking him to wake up. “wake up. we have to get to the airport.” minho said. jisung pretended to stir awake and sat up. “what time is it?” jisung asked. “6:43am. now come on and got to get dressed and packed.”

just like last night everything seemed to move fast but slow at the same time. jisung was dressed in his outfit for the day. a white loose fit tee, his black jacket, black baggy pants with his sneakers, dad cap, and face mask. when he blinked and looked up he at the international airport, everybody was ready to go home. he waved to the flashing cameras and stays that were there.

the group made their way through the airport, doing everything they needed to do to get to their gate in time. once they were there, got their tickets scanned and passports looked at. jisung was the last one. when he looked up to continue to board the plane, everyone was so far ahead of him. he doesn’t want to say he freaked out a little, feeling like he was getting left behind even though they were all on the same flight. but that is exactly what he felt. like his flight or fight response kicked in. he secured his carryon and jogged to catch up to the rest of his members, but the more steps he stook, the further they got. “hey chan wait up!” jisung called out to his leader, then he tripped and fell down. 

jisung closed his eyes and waited for the impact of the floor, but it didn’t come. he felt the wind starting to pick up. he opened his eyes and being to panic. this has to be a dream. jisung was free falling in the sky. he couldn’t do anything but scream and cry as the city buildings got closer and closer. he closed his eyes once again, waiting for death to hit him.

then he hit a carpeted floor, but not hard but definitely enough to make a thud sound…like he tripped and fell. jisung pushed himself up onto his knees and saw where he was. just like the picture felix had shown him.

open room, yellow walls, and fluorescent lights. he was in the backrooms.

no no no no this cannot be happening. “i’m dreaming. i must be dreaming.” jisung said as he did everything he could think of to wake himself up. he pinched his arm. hit his leg. slapped his cheek. hell, he even stood up and ran into one of the walls near him and fell down. “ow.” jisung said. falling onto his butt with his head hurting. jisung didn’t know what to do. he busted into tears as he ran. ran and ran. he felt like he was going in circles. everything looked the same! this can’t be real. he stopped and thought for a quick second where he should go. he yanked his face mask off. took a deep breath and continued to run. it doesn’t make any sense of how he could have ended up here. he wanted to be with his members. on the plane. going home. the tears blurring up his vision to the point where he couldn’t see. it felt like everything was closing in around him. he started to sleep black dots. everything went dark.

opening the journal in hand, going back to read what you wrote so you wouldn’t go insane and forget who you are. saying the following words aloud. what your name was. how old you were. your birthday. what year it was. the date it was when you got here. where you are from and currently living at. family, friends, and pets. what you were studying. etc. anything. you didn’t want to risk it even if it wasn’t going to happen. 

once you were done, you placed the journal in the pocket of the hoodie you were wearing. continuing down the nevering-end yellow halls. you don’t know how long you’ve been here, but it felt like years at this point. you don’t know how you end up here either, what this place was, or how to get out. the feeling of someone watching you never going away, even though you knew you were alone.

you turned the corner and physically jumped out of your skin. freezing at that moment. just ahead of you, was a person. a man lying on the ground. he looked to be passed out. you didn’t know whether to go up and shake him to see if he was okay or run. after debating with yourself, you decided to see if he was alive. you slowly walked over to him, taking quiet steps.

once you were right next to him, you squatted down. now seeing his face. you could see he was asian and around your age. his cheeks puffy and red with swollen eyes. you felt a sting to your heart. he must have just shown up here and most likely completely terrified. 

“hey are you okay?” i asked, shaking him on his shoulder. he groaned as he started to wake up. “come on, get up.” i said, shaking him a bit harder. his eyes fluttered open and saw me. i could tell panic set in. he quickly flipped over and scooted away from me. looked around and made a face before looking at me again. “i’m not going to hurt you.” i said. “how do i know that?” he said back. “because we are in the same boat and trying to get out.” i told him. he brought his knees up to his chest. “my name is y/n. what’s yours?” i said. “i’m jisung. han jisung.” he said. “well it’s nice to meet you, jisung.” i said with a smile. “do you know the way out?” he asked.

i stood back up. “no i don’t. sorry. if i did, i wouldn’t be here…where ever i am.” i sighed out, looking around at the yellow walls. “you’ve never heard of this place?” jisung said, looking up at me. “no. have you?” i questioned. he nodded his head slowly before standing up. “just last night, my friends were telling me about this place. it’s called the backrooms.” jisung said, “it’s where you clip out of our everyday world and you’re here.” jisung looked around the room with a scowl. he’s crazy. 

he brought eyes back to me and saw the look on my face. “you don’t believe me..” he said, taking off his cap and running his fingers through his hair. “no. that sounds too insane.” i told him. “there’s this place, a warehouse, a maintenance hall, pool area thing, house, and a lot more.” he said. “i’ve never seen any of those places you’ve mentioned besides this one.” i told him. jisung’s cheeks started to turn red. probably out of embarrassment. i breathed in, “how about we just stick together and find a way out.” i said. he nodded, “good idea.” so we began to walk the eerie room. 

“so…” jisung said, making me turn my head to him. “what do you do? i mean like in our world.” he asked. i smiled, “i’m studying at my dream university while doing part-time at a music shop on the side.” i expressed with happiness. “you?” i directed to him. “oh i’m a k-pop idol. i’m in a group called stray kids. have you heard of us?” he stated. “no sorry.” i said, shaking my head. jisung was telling me about himself and telling stories about his members. which i’ve learned that there is eight of them in total. “we recently just started getting really big these last two and half years. then covid came and we were stuck at home all of 2020.” jisung said. i stopped in my tracks. the fuck? 2020. have i been in here for that long? “my group and i just finished our tour called maniac.” jisung said, turning his head to look at me. when he didn’t see me, he turned around. 

“you okay?” he asked, walking back to me. “2020. it’s 2020?” i exclaimed. he shook his head, “no it’s april 5th 2023.” jisung hesitated to say. he furrowed his eyebrows, “what year did you think it was?” he questioned. “2019. i showed up here on june 9, 2019. i didn’t think i was in here for that long.” i cried out, feeling tears welt up in my eyes. jisung’s eyes widened. “hey hey, don’t cry y/n. we’re gonna get out of here. i promise.” he comforted, placing his arms onto my shoulders. a few tears fell to my cheeks. “none of that.” he said, quickly wiping them away with the knuckle of his pointer finger. “we’re going to get back home. alright?” he said. i nodded and sniffed, “okay.” i told him. jisung gave me a bright smile. “okay then, let’s get a move on.” he said, holding out his hand to take. i placed my hand in his and we continued on our way, trying to find the exit.

turning left and right, going straight. all of it seemed to be the same, the same damn yellow walls with every turn and move. the quiet noise of the fluorescent lights buzzing. 

“i feel like we are going in circles y/n.” jisung said out loud. “i don’t think we are?” i said, more in a question sense. we did another left turn and were met with a dark dead-end. there was a crawl space giving off light. “should we go through it?” jisung asked, squatting down in front of it. i looked at the size of it and looked at my body. 

i was on the thicker size. a tummy, thick thighs and hips, big boobs and butt. i became overly aware of my size. starting to feel small and insecure. “umm, i don’t think i can fit through that.” i quietly told jisung. he looked up at me, eyeing me up and down then back at the crawl space. “i think you’ll get through. plus you won’t know unless you try.” jisung said in a nice tone. “will you try?” he asked. my head came up with a million and one thoughts in one second on why i shouldn’t do it. “as long as you won’t look.” i said, avoiding eye contact. “i can do that.” jisung said while nodding his head.

jisung stood back up and took a few steps back. i walked closer to the crawl space and got on my hands and knees. i looked back at jisung and he had both of his hands covering his eyes and turned to the side. i turned back to the crawl space and started to make my way through. my upper half made it easy, it was a little snug at my hips- but i got through. i stood back up and called out to jisung. 

“i made it!” i said loud and proud. “great!” he said. soon enough, jisung crawled through and was standing next to me. we looked around and the yellow walls were starting to fade into gray metal like material. “i guess this is progress.” i declared, walking ahead. “yeah.” he said, following by my side. as we walked further into the gray walls, we heard a ding. “what was that?” jisung asked. we looked all around us till my eyes landed on an elevator to the right of us, tucked away in a cornered with the doors open.

“jisung there’s an elevator.” i said, making my way over to it. jisung quickly followed. it was a small elevator, but both of us fit with a comfortable distance between us. jisung looked down at the button panel. “well there’s only one direction to go.” he joked. i looked at the panel and sure enough, he was right. we could only go up. “let’s get out of here.” i said, nodding my head. jisung pressed the up button. the elevator doors quickly closed and we started heading up.

“i just thought of something.” jisung said, leaning his back against the wall. “what is it?” i mumbled. “if you’ve been in here since 2019, how are you still alive? there’s no food, no drinkable water. have you even slept?” jisung asked. i looked at him with wide eyes. “i. i honestly don’t know. it doesn’t feel like i’ve been in here that long. maybe a few days or weeks? and i’ve slept, but it was to take a break from walking. not because my energy was low and i needed sleep.” i replied, trying to understand it myself. “wow.” jisung said in pure awe. “i hope you’re not here for as long as i’ve been.” i added, just as the doors opened up. “i hope so too, but then again. i think we are going to get out of here. a lot sooner.” he said with a smile as he exited the elevator.

i followed behind him and to my surprise. we were in a completely different place. the walls were now white tiles, our shoes echoing throughout the hall. soon we came out to an open room with water. “this was the pool area i was talking about!” jisung exclaimed, giving me another one of those big smiles. i felt butterflies dance around in my stomach. god, does he have a killer smile. wait no, don’t think like that y/n. just because this is the person, especially male. does not mean you can form a crush on him.

jisung walked over to the railing and looked down to the right. i came up beside him and looked the same way. he turned his head to me. “do you believe me now.” he said, more in a statement. i could only nod my head. he pushed off the railing and walked behind me. “someone was here.” jisung said. i turned around and looked to see what he saw. there was a blanket on the floor. “so we’re not alone?” i asked. “either we’re not or that person already got out.” jisung said, “but if they are still here, let’s hope they’re as nice as you.” he added, turning around to face to water again.

“i think we are going to have to walk through the water.” jisung stated, going to the steps into the water. i slowly walked over to the steps and watched as he got in. “does it get deeper?” i asked. jisung brought his eyes to mine. “can’t swim?” he asked. “i can doggy paddle, but that’s about it.” i said. jisung rose his hand from his side. “don’t worry.” he said. i made my way down the steps and put my hand his. his hand was so soft and warm. i looked up at him. “i won’t let you go.” jisung promised.

the water covered the bottom half of our legs. deep enough to slush the water around but shallow enough to walk in. as we made our way through the water, there was an opening on the right but there was also another crawl space. jisung turned to me and i shook my head. “not that one.” i pleaded. “we don’t have to.” jisung responded, squeezing my hand. so we took the right hall, which was a little dark considering there was no light other than the sunlight at the end…if you could even call it that. whatever it was.

we slowly made our way to the end of the hall where there was a big circular column and a set of curvy steps out of the water. we quickly started up the stairs to get out of the water, jisung letting me go first. once i reached the top, there was another elevator. “if the rest of this easy to get out of, we’ll be home in no time.” i said, looking back at jisung. jisung looked back down at me and smiled. i glanced down at his lips and back up at his eyes, seeing he did the same thing. “yeah.” he whispered, a ding from the elevator made us jump.

jisung cleared his throat and guided out his hand to let me enter the elevator first. once we were both inside, i pushed the up button this time and watched as the doors closed once again. there was a bit of awkward silence. “tell me more about yourself, y/n. about things you want to do and achieve in life.” jisung said, looking down at his feet. i thought about it for a second and then told him a mini version of my life story and my goals and dreams.

jisung was laughing his butt off by the time the elevator doors opened, making me giggle. we looked out the doors and saw a mall, our laughter dropping at the slight of it. we stepped out and carefully eyed our surroundings. there was an empty fountain, newspaper and random magazines scattered around the floor, dark and quiet like every place has been.  just our shoes making the most noise. we made our way forward, jisung noticing a map hung on the wall.

“do you can this will help us?” jisung asked. “i don’t know.” i said, trying to read the map. “i can’t tell what it says.” i added, looking at jisung. “me neither.” he sighed out. we walked around, not really finding anything. just more dark, dimly lit halls and rooms and rarely stuff in them. besides a chair or two.

we entered the last hall, leading us to something different. “at least we can kinda tell where we are. better than the yellow room.” jisung said, making me smile, “yeah, you’re right about that.” i replied. then my eyes caught a glimpse at something ahead of us. “is that a red light?” i asked, picking up my pace a little. that’s new. we looked at the little hall where the red light was coming from, but it lead no where.

so we just continued walking forward. making turns left and right whenever we felt like it, unless it lead us to a dead-end. to help pass the time we came up with jokes and telling embarrassing stories. 

it was easy talking jisung, even if i had just met him. it felt like we had been friends for awhile. for once and surprisingly, i was happy i was stuck in here and that this happened to me. because i would have never been able to meet han jisung and get to know him for him. as terrible as it is. having someone with me, him with him, made me feel a lot better. 

“hey y/n!” jisung shouted, “come here, i think i found the way to the elevator!” i quickly turned around and followed jisung down a narrow hall with random turns. it opened up to a small cafeteria thing with the elevator on the left wall to the back. 

“we are making so much progress!” jisung said happily and ran over to the elevator. bouncing up and down like a little kid. i laughed as i made my way over to him and stood next to him. “how many levels are there?” i asked him as the elevator dinged. “i don’t know, but hopefully not too many.” he said as we stepped in the elevator for the third time. 

the doors opened up to a hotel with chairs thrown everywhere, lit up by the wall sconces. “well this level it a bit more creepy.” i stated out loud. we left the elevator and went to the right. “it says there’s a dining hall, maybe there’s food there.” jisung said. “are you actually hungry?” i questioned. “no, but it would be nice to eat something right now.” jisung said with a smile. soon enough, we came into the dining hall. 

“shit there’s nothing in here.” jisung whined. i walked over to the crawl space and looked in. “no where to go in there.” i said, turning back around. “dead-end?” jisung sighed. “dead-end.” i said back to him. he groaned as we pushed our way back the way we came to go down a different hall. we came across a small gap in the wall. jisung looked at me. “should we try it?” he asked. “sure why not. we have all the time in the world.” i answered with laugh. 

jisung fit like it was nothing. for me, it was a bit of a squeeze, but bearable. it was just another long hall, just very small and dim. eventually, it opened back up and the elevator was right in front of us and already open. “luck seems to be on our side, we’re going to get home in no time!” jisung said as we entered the elevator.

the doors closed and we only went up for a few seconds then stopped. there was a tap on the door. we both looked at each other. two more taps, jisung stood in front of me in case there was actual someone there. four more taps against the door before the finally opened up. chairs were blocking the exit the leave, the room completely red. we couldn’t get out.

“are we suppose to get out?” i asked, jisung slowly shock his head. he quickly pressed the button to go up so the doors could close again. slowly but sure the doors closed and we started going up again. jisung spun around to face me. “i feel like we are getting closer to go home.” he said with a smile. the doors opened back up and saw the yellow wallpaper. “why the hell are we back here?” i said, pushing past jisung. yellow walls, carpeted floors, fluorescent lights. I turned back to jisung to had a defeated look on his face. i felt my eyes starting to burn. “you’re a fucking liar. i knew i shouldn’t have trust you.” i felt my voice cracking in the sentence. jisung jumped at the sound of my hurt voice. “y/n.” he said, stepping towards me. i back up and shook my head. “no.” i said, before turning around. i walked over to a wall and sled down. crying and feeling hopeless. 

“there’s no way this is the same.” i heard jisung say. he heard him jogging around, i couldn’t even bring myself to look up to see where he was going. i’m such an idiot for thinking i could get out of this place. there’s no way out, just endless loops of different rooms all feeling the same way. hell it’s been five years since i got here. everyone probably thinks i’m dead by now. my family, my friends, my two roommates, everyone who knew me. thinks i’m dead. what’s the point of trying to get out of here when they think i’m dead and gone.

i felt a pair of hands grab my cheeks and push my face up. i saw jisung’s face with tears and a light smile. “it’s not the same y/n.” jisung said, he grabbed my hands and pulled me up. “come on, all we have to do is follow the beeping.” he said, dragging me along with him at a fast pace. we turned a couple a corners and i was first it wasn’t the same. just the color of the room. instead of there just being rooms entering rooms, there were also columns now and more space going up. i hardly had time to process what was happening, jisung just kept pulling me with him. stopping every now and then to listen. 

“what are you liste-” jisung shushed me. then i heard the beep he had been following. “it’s this way.” he said, making a left turn, then a right. the beeping continued to get louder and louder as we got closer. we turned around corner and was greeted into a big room with the elevator. the next part happened so quickly. jisung turned around, placed his hands on my cheeks again and gave my a hard kiss with passion. i yelped as i wasn’t expecting that to happen. i recovered fast and kissed him back, placing my hands on his chest which made jisung smile into the kiss. he pulled away, leaving his forehead on mine.

“we’re going home like i promised.” he said just above a whisper. i looked into his soft brown eyes. “i’m sorry i yelled at you.” i apologized. he shook his head, “no i understand, you want to get back home as much i as i do and when you saw the yellow walls again you felt lied to. i understand, i would have felt the same way.” he told me. jisung removed his hands from my cheeks and down my arms. grasping my left hand with his right. “let’s keep going.” he said, to which i nodded to.

we entered the elevator once again, pressing the up button. the door closed once more, the elevator moving up once again. jisung squeezed my hand, making me turn to him. he leaned in for another kiss which i gladly accepted. it started out as a sweet innocent kiss but became more heated. jisung pushed me against the wall, pressing his body to mine. making me moan into the kiss. with that small opening, jisung slid his tongue into my mouth. exploring every nook and cranny. he tasted like a muted minty flavor. i ran my hands up his body and to the back of his neck, playing with the hair poking out of the cap. jisung groaned into the kiss, rolling his hips into mine. i whined, pushing my hips to his. feeling his erection growing by the second.

“god, i want to fuck you so bad.” jisung said, once he pulled his lips away. my body feeling tingly, goosebumps forming on my skin. i shivered at his words. i went to respond but the elevator dinged and the doors opened back up. “if we can find a not so creepy area, i’ll let you fuck me.” i said to him, looking dead in the eyes. he groaned and gave me another sloppy kiss.

he interlaced our fingers and pulled me out of the elevator. we only made it a few steps before stopping, realizing how dark it was. we could hardly see each other. we continued walking but very slowly, not knowing what was ahead.

just a few more steps forward, a loud snap echoed in the room we were in accompanied with red lights shining the area. we were in the middle of a street with few houses following the side. at the end of the road was a tunnel with the elevator in the center of the tunnel. i looked around at the lights. the redness gave the feeling a not welcoming feeling, like more eyes were on us then the last time. we listened and watched out for any nobody that could be here, but there was no one. not even in the houses. we continued to the tunnel and made our way inside the elevator.

the doors opened to a clean white wall with oak wood floors. nothing on the floor, but a blanket up ahead in front of a window. jisung bent down to it and felt it as i looked out the window. “it’s completely cold, whoever was here hasn’t been here for awhile.” jisung explained. “i think we’re in an apartment complex.” i said. i remember that being one of the places jisung said we could turn up at. jisung stood up and looked at the window as well. just looking at it gave me an uneasy feeling. it was dark ‘outside’, only light coming from all the windows and maybe one of two lamps. jisung turned to me, “let’s keep going.” he said, nodding his way down the hall.

turn after turn we were just greeted by more dead-ends. coming back out of one of the last halls. before we could even make it fully, we stopped in our tracks. there right in front of us was a an opening. like the building had been cut in half. 

we got closer to it. “that would be a long fall.” jisung said as he looked down. i nodded my head. “yeah it would be.” i said. jisung looked at the other opening his could see. “do you think i could make that jump?” he questioned. my eyes widened. “please do not try to make that big ass gap han jisung.” i raised my voice at him. he turned to me, wide eyed. “yes ma’am.” he said giving me a smirk.

we headed back to where the original hall connected to the hall we were just in and the elevator door was right in front of us. like it just appeared out of no where. “well that’s new.” i said as we walked up to it. “yeah, let’s hope that doesn’t happen again.” jisung laughed out as we got in. “on the next stop do you think we can sit down and take a breather?” i asked him. “yeah sure. i don’t mind taking a break at all.” he answered back. 

the doors opened up again to flat land and a singular house. we seated out, taking in our surroundings. it was like we were on a small planet, you could see a slight curve where it circled down and around. the sky was painted in a dusk night with the sun already gone and the stars starting to pop up.

“you picked a good one, y/n.” jisung pointed out as we made our way to the house. the front door was open and a room directly the right of us. a chair and a blanket on the floor. we walked a little further into the house and right there in the corner to the left was the elevator. in front of it on the other wall was a door but it was closed. jisung grabbed the door handle and twisted the knob.

“it’s locked.” he said. “did you still want to rest or did you want to just go since the elevator is right here?” he added. as much as i wanted to go, i couldn’t stand the feeling in the pit of my stomach anymore. i wanted him. right here and now. i walked up to him and placed my hands on his shoulders. i leaned my face close to his, lips barely touching. “did you forget what i told you earlier?” i asked, never breaking eye contact. i could feel his hot breath on my lips. “no.” he said, stealing a look at my lips. 

i leaned in and crashed my lips onto his, him groaning in the process. jisung’s hands went for my hips before dragging them down and to my ass. giving it a hard squeeze. i moaned into the kiss, right before pulling away with jisung chasing after my lips. i giggled and grabbed his forearm, pulling him the first open room we saw. i pressed him against the nearest wall, connecting my lips to his neck. i pushed off his jacket as i left marks on his body. i bit his collarbone, getting my hand under his shirt and pushing it up. jisung quickly threw his cap off and slid his shirt off his body. i kissed down his chest and got on my knees. unbuttoning his pants and unzipping them. i pushed them down his thighs along with his underwear. 

his cock was already halfway hard. i spat on my hand and gripped him. jisung moaned, throwing his head back onto the wall. i ran my hand up and down, my mouth watering at the sight of him. i placed the tip of his cock on my tongue and licked up the bead of pre-cum coming out. jisung looked down at me and brought his hand on the top of my head. i opened my mouth and shoved him in. taking as much as i could. 

“oh fuck y/n.” jisung said as his body tensed up from the feeling of my warm mouth. i bobbed my head back and forth, loving how heavy he felt on my tongue. i moaned around his cock. i moved my hand to his balls and played with them. jisung thrusted his hips forward, making me gag.

“sorry.” he said, pulling his cock out of my mouth. he placed his hand under my chin and tilted my head up. “you aright?” he asked with worried eyes. i nodded my head and smiled. “yeah i’m okay.” i said. “good.” he stated as he got on the floor then kicked off his shoes and pants. jisung grabbed his clothes and laid them behind me. he gently pressed me back to make me lay down.

jisung climbed over me and kissed me as he ran his hands up my body and under my shirt. i froze and grabbed his wrists, making him freeze. “you wanna leave it on?” he asked when he pulled away. “just my shirt, everything else can come off.” i shyly told jisung. “that’s fine.” jisung said with a smile. jisung sat up, running his hands down my body to my sweats. “just so you know, i think you look beautiful.” he said, admiring every curve and roll on my body. i blushed at his statement. he pulled down my sweats and off my legs, taking my shoes off too.

jisung groaned at sight of my underwear, seeing a dark patch on the material. he made eyed contact with me as he laid down. coming face to face with my cunt. jisung placed a kissed right on top of my clit then gave a bold lick, sending shock waves though my body. he hooked his finger around my underwear and pushed it to the side.

he immediately dived in and started eating me out. i threw my head back as i ached my back. my hand found his hair and tugged at it hard. the sounds of his groans vibrated my body. i whined as he pushed his tongue inside my wet hole. I clamped my thick thighs around his head.

“god, you taste so good.” jisung said, spitting on my mound. he ran his finger up my slit before pushing it in. “gotta stretch you out for my cock baby.” he said in a gravely voice, setting up a decent speed. “want you to cum all over my hand.” he said before diving back in. his tongue playing my clit again. “oh jisung!” i yelled out. my breathing picked up as his added a finger, making me clench around him. “curl your fingers up.” i whined out. jisung did exactly what i told him to do. finding my g-spot quickly. i ached my back and angled my hips even more as i felt my orgasm getting closer. making me curl my toes and my legs start to shake.

“harder.” i pleaded, needing more pressure to help me release. jisung pounded fingers hard into me with every pullback curling them up. his tongue danced around my clit as my legs started to shake. “oh fuck, i’m gonna cum!” i moaned loudly. he wrapped his lips around my clit and hummed, which sent me head first into my climax- nearly screaming jisung’s name from my lips. he slowly removed his fingers. patting my clit a few times, making me jolt.

“i love how you scream my name.” he said, sitting back onto his knees. “want more.” i said, spreading my legs out. “i want you inside me, please.” i whined. “fuck, i love that even more.” he said, scooting up so he could line his cock up with my opening. slowly pushing in as he rubbed my sensitive clit. i closed my eyes, running my hands above my shirt. gripping at my boobs. we both moaned as he bottomed out. jisung steaded himself before placing his arms under the back on my knees, holding my legs. he slowly pulled out halfway and slammed back in. 

“fuck.” i whispered. jisung’s eyes never left my body as he began to keep up the pace. watching every closely at my body and how it was jiggle and moving with each thrust. “shit, i’m not gonna last long.” he whined out, gripping my legs hard. i clenched around him at how whiny he sounded. just the sound of our skin hitting the walls of the room and loud moans from the both of us. jisung let go of my legs and laid on top of my body. his hot chest moving against my hoodie, making it come up a little. placing his hands neither side of my head. his hot breath fanning my face.

“you look so good under me. don’t wanna stop fucking this tight little cunt.” jisung said, punching a hard thrust. i wrapped my legs around his waist and arm around his back, burying my head into the crease of his neck. from this angle the pubic bone grazed my clit perfectly. i moaned feeling my second orgasm coming up fast. “gonna cum.” i whispered as i dug my nails into his back from the pleasure. jisung’s thrusts became sloppy and more rough. “me too, where should i cum?” he moaned. “inside. cum inside me, i wanna feel how much you fill me up.” i cried out, he shivered. he wrapped his right arm around the back of my shoulders, pulling my upper half even closer.

“cum with me baby.” he whined, sending a handful of hard thrusts with him pulling almost completely out, only leaving the tip in. slamming his cock deep inside one more time, shooting his hot seed around my walls. triggering my own climax, clenching around him harder than before. he rutted against me, my body feeling like pulp. i slowly released him from my grip, jisung helping me lay down my upper half. 

he sat up and grabbed his soften cock, easing it out of my sensitive hole. both hissing at the feeling. i closed my legs as jisung laid next to me so we could actual catch our breath. i looked over at jisung who was already looking at me. we broke out into smiles and laughter. he rolled over placing his arm loosely around my waist.

“when we get out of here, i wanna take you out of a date.” jisung said with a big bright smile. i felt my eyes widen and cheeks become red. “really?” i asked, making him nodded. “are you sure you want to be seen with a girl like me?” i questioned, glancing down at my bigger body. “i don’t care about that. just the type of person you are and from what i’ve learned so far. you seem like a great woman that i want to get to know more.” he said, making me blush even harder. i smiled at him then had a thought.

“what if when we get out of here we’re not together.” i said. jisung took a deep breath and placed his hand to my cheek. “then i’ll find you.” he said quietly before leaving a gentle kiss on my lips. jisung pulled away and laid back down. “come here.” he sai, opening his arms. i smiled and cuddled into him, laying my head on his chest. 

after a few minutes of cuddling, we got up and put back on our clothes. we were standing in front of the elevator. jisung turned his head to me. “ready?” he asked. “ready as i’ll ever be.” i answered back. we hopped in and watched as the doors closed. “where do you think we’ll go next?” i asked him. “well from what i remember my members telling me. we could end up in a long straight hall and a warehouse. other then those two, i don’t know.” jisung said.

the doors opened up but we weren’t completely on the level we need to be on. jisung and i looked at each other with questioning looks on our faces. jisung looked out to see what the level was. then the elevator cart jolted down a bit. jisung stumbled back into me. i grabbed ahold of his sides as we both looked at the doors. then the cart started falling, making loud screeching noises and lights going off.

“jisung!” i shouted. fear filling my body, heart pounding in my chest. jisung grabbed ahold of my arms and tried his best to face me. “grab onto my forearms y/n!” he yelled over the loud sound. i did what he said and held on tightly. “we’re going be okay!” i heard jisung said. i didn’t know what to do but scream as tears ran down my face. i tried to take a step to jisung but my body didn’t move. that’s when i realized had i closed my eyes.

i snapped my eyes open and saw that we were no longer in the elevator. i screamed out jisung’s name as i panicked. jisung opened his eyes and saw what was happening. i felt my grip of my left hand loosening and sliding down jisung’s arm. “don’t let go!” jisung screamed. “i’m trying!” i cried out as the wind started blowing faster and faster. then the wind hit us from the side, making us spin. both my hands were now at his wrists. jisung digging his fingertips into my skin.

i kept slipping from his grasp, hands to hands. jisung was using all his strength to pull me towards him the wind kept picking up. i looked at him with teary eyes the best i could. “you’ll find me!” i called out. “i promise!” jisung yelled back with tears in his eyes as well. the wind hit us once more from the other direction, making us spin hard.

that time, i lost the grip on jisung. “jisung!” i screamed. “y/n!” he screamed back but he sounded so far away. i kept spinning as the wind took me where it wanted. once i’d stopped spinning i realized i was headed straight to the ground in an alley. nonono. i closed my eyes, not wanting to see the ground getting closer. i landed on a big pile of trash bags, tumbling down them onto the concrete. landing on my side. 

“ow.” i said, looking around me and it was dark. that’s when i heard it. a car. people. a town. i shot up and looked in front of me, just to see a car pass by. “holy shit. i’m back.” i whispered. i got up from the ground and made my way out of the alley. i looked both ways before deciding to go right. i went into the nearest store and asked where i was. i’m home.

i sat in the police station waiting for my family and roommates to arrive. jisung was right about it being 2023. everything. i wouldn’t have made it back here if it weren’t for him. thank you han jisung. i can’t wait to see what you've told me about you and your group.

“y/n!” i heard my best friend called out. i looked up to see them all entering the station. “oh my god!” i said under my breath as i got up and ran to them. i hugged everyone so hard with them asking a million and one questions but being grateful that i was back and safe. “let’s go home first. what i’m going to tell you is crazy.” i told them.

later that night, in my soft bed. in my bedroom. i looked up han jisung and stray kids. jisung described them perfectly. treated each other like brothers. i listened to their music as i fell asleep.

jisung hit the trash bags, landing straight on his back. he groaned in pain of the sun as he removed himself from the stink. he looked around a saw he was in an alley. walking to the end where the street was, he saw that he was back in korea. just outside of jyp entertainment. i’m back! he ran inside the building greeting everyone who had shocked looks on their faces. but he couldn’t care less. he wanted to see is members. he ran to the elevator then stopped, turning around and heading to the stairs. he pushed himself through so many flights of stairs. he opened the hall door and ran down to the practice room, hoping his brothers would be in there. passing all his peers, like members of twice and itzy. 

he nearly broke down the door when he opened it. making everyone inside jump and look. the boys had stopped what they were doing and quickly ran to jisung, hugging him tightly.

“are you okay!”

“you’ve been gone for a full week!”

“what happened to you!”

“did someone kidnap you!”

“we were so scared!”

“one second we were behind us, next you were gone!”

“where have you been!”

jisung just cried being home again. “you’re not going to believe me when i tell you.” he said. explaining the full story, leaving out the sex part. felix and jeongin’s eyes were about to pop out of their head. “jisung, don’t lie.” minho said, rolling his eyes. felix shook his head. “how would he know about the the falling out of the sky! we never told him that.” felix explained. “or elevator failing when you come back!” jeongin added. “if you really did show us the girl.” seungmin said. “i need my phone then.” jisung said. chan quickly got up and ran over to a table, grabbing jisung’s phone.

once in his hands, he unlocked his phone and went straight to instagram. he typed in her fist and last name and she was the second account to pop up. jisung tapped on her icon and went to her profile. he clicked the first photo and noticed that it was posted just a few minutes ago. i scrolled down and looked at the date of the last photo. june 1st, 2019 was her last post. 

jisung showed the boys the proof with the photos, old comments, the article from when she first went missing, where she lives in the world, and even read the caption on her newest photo.

‘i’m back home! i won’t explain to here because it will most likely be on the news. but i can’t help but so grateful to the person i met who helped get me out. thank you so much h.j. i hope that you’re back home and safe as well and hope that we’ll meet again soon.’

after that, the boys believe him. they spent hours talking, completely forgetting about practice. just wanted to be with jisung with the rest of the day. we went out and had dinner. everyone went back to 3racha+hyunjin’s apartment, played games, and watched a movie or two. before finally calling it a night.

jisung laid in bed, staring at his phone. instagram was open once again, but this time he was trying to figure out what to type to y/n. fuck it he siad in his head.

hey, it was easy to find you. we still on for our date?

a few minutes passed before he saw someone typing…

date, time, and where.

𝓛𝓸𝓯𝓲 𝓛𝓾𝓼𝓽 ♡

{ Pairing } - Producer.bf!Jisung x afab.gf!reader

{ Genre } - NSFW; s/f/d(dark)*, PWP, established relationship

{ Synopsis } - Your boyfriend doesn't know any other method of stress relief, other than creating music. He can get so consumed by it, it can become the stressor. So you decide to present him with a new method. That's how you found yourself walking down the street in nothing but lingerie and a long coat.

{ WC } - 2.9k

{ Warnings & Tags } - 18+ MDNI, *forced orgasm/slight dubcon if you squint, everything is consensual but there is begging for more when reader might be at her limit so that's why I'm including dubcon (for those who may find it triggering)*, use of pet names (baby, angel, mine, my love, good girl & Ji), very lowkey needy/soft dom & romantic sub dynamic, worshipping reader, oral (f. recieving), squirting, overstimulation, unprotected piv (do as I say & not as I write, pee after sex too!), creampie, cum feeding & eating, fingers in mouth, pussy worship, I may just have gotten carried away with oral fixations okay? FORGIVE ME.

{ Disclaimer } - This work is in no way associated or depicting the actual life of the members of SKZ. It is a fictional piece of work, and I do not own Stray Kids. All works of fiction are loosely inspired by SKZ, and in no way am I saying it is true to their character.

{ A/N } - I originally was going to post a Hyunjin oneshot next, but I wanted to finish this one in time for Jiji's birthday! It's 2 am on the 14th where I am heheh. Hopefully you all like it. Han producing music will always be hot asf for me personally lmao. Barely proofread.

The air was cool, seeping underneath your long wool coat. In any other circumstance, on a late fall night, the coat would be enough to keep the chill out. Today however, it wouldn't. But you still kept walking, determined to make it to Jisungs studio. 

You focused on the clicking of the heels on the boots you wore. And the sound of the wind picking up, signalling a blustery night ahead. The small sounds calm your nerves. 

You were anxious about Jisung's reaction, he was in one of his moods again. You understand, you truly do. Juggling everything he has to on his plate, it was no easy feat. There were times he'd just let that dark veil take over, and shut everyone out without even meaning to. 

You knew he was in that state again when you hadn't seen or heard from him in three days. It wasn't for lack of effort on your end either. Every phone call sent to voicemail, every text sent by you was met with the same response;

'At the studio, I'll text you after, angel'.

You knew it was time for intervention when Chan texted you that he was only coming home, at 2 in the morning no less, to shower and change. No eating, no resting, just back to the studio afterwards.

This had happened twice before in the almost year you've been dating. Each time you remember talking with him afterwards, he always said the same thing;

'making music is my stress relief.'

That may be true, but it doesn't change the fact that he is also a workaholic. One who easily gets lost in the creative space he has built a career off of. And once that diligence sets in, it's hard to shake off. 

So here you are, ready to try a new approach. Ready to offer a new kind of relief. An alternative. 

You and Jisungs sex life was far from boring. Far from infrequent, you'd say too. But it surely was more... monotonous. You'd never complain about it, and neither would he. There was nothing wrong with it. It just happened at the 'perfect' times in your relationship. 

Before bed, after date nights, on monthly anniversaries, to express massive amounts of love, etc. 

It was never to celebrate happiness, calm anger, or comfort sadness. Never to relieve stress. 

You were determined to change that. There was no reason you could not help him in any way you could. And in this aspect, you knew you could. 

Still, you were nervous. This would be new, he never did well with new. 

Your footsteps stopped, leaving only the sound of the wind in your ears. Until you pressed your badge against the card reader, listening to the beeps, to the gears unlock. 

Once inside the lobby, the clinking of your heels against the vinyl tile filled your ears. Each step matches the thumping in your heart, you find yourself speed walking.

 You smiled and gave a little wave to the staff in the lobby, and they returned it. 

In the elevator, the sound of its melodic music filled your ears next. The whirring background noise the machinery made, stopped, as you reached your desired floor. 

There was silence when you stepped off. The flooring is carpeted now, and soundproof rooms lined the hallway leaving the night quiet. 

You took a deep breath and made your way to the door you knew was your boyfriend's. It was unlocked, thankfully. 

You let yourself in, seeing the silhouette of your boyfriends back facing the door in the blue lighting. 

He was all about ambiance in this facet of life, having LED's lining the ceiling. The only source of light in the room, besides the glowing screens of his monitors. 

He was sat in his chair, headphones on, hood up, head nodding in tandem with his fingers tapping. 

You took the opportunity to slide your boots off. Opting to keep your coat on, you brushed your hair over one shoulder. You took your badge from around your neck, and tossed it on the leather couch that was against the wall. 

Padding your way over to him, you place your hand on his shoulder lightly. He tenses under your touch, and turns his head. He's frowning when he first faces you, eyebrow furrowed together. 

When he sees you though, he softens. The corners of his mouth slightly upturning to a small smile. 

"Baby..." He whispers, sliding his head phones off. Soft lofi music is filling the room from them. 

He grabs your hand off his shoulder, bringing it to his lips. He's pressing soft kisses to your palm, and placing it on his cheek. 

"It's late my angel, why are you here?" He says in a husky voice with more volume. 

Your heart flutters at his gentleness, and you bend down to press your own lips to the top of his head. A musky, yet spicy vanilla scent fills your nostrils. His scent. 

"I'm here to help you baby." You murmur to him softly. 

That caught his attention. He fully swivelled around to face you, taking both of your hands in his. He gazed up into your eyes, a curious look on his face. 

You smiled down on him, feeling nothing but love for this man. You'd relax him in any way you can. You placed a hand on each side of his face, bending down again. No more words were said as you kissed him. As your hands slid down his neck, his found themselves on yours, pulling you closer to him. Matching your eagerness.

You let your hands fully slide off him, and tilted your head to deepen the kiss. Your trembling fingers were working the buttons on your coat. One by one, releasing the fabric from your bare skin. 

You stood up, letting the coat fall from your shoulders.

Jisung lets out a soft gasp, and licks his lips. 

Exposed to him, was his favorite lingerie you owned. It was a bra and panty set, satin and lace. Revealing. 

All white. 

Your boyfriends favorite part. He always said that the contrast against your melanated skin was a work of art. He joked about commissioning Hyunjin, if he didn't have to see you essentially naked.

So here you stood before him, presenting yourself to him. Silently willing him to do as he pleases. To take your body and use you to decompress. You were too nervous to say it.

He traces the swell of your breast with a finger, curving around the delicate lace. It's a simple touch, but it still sends a shiver down your spine. Goosebumps blooming on your skin. 

"So sexy." He mumbles, eyes roving your whole body. 

He stands up, kissing you desperately, and walking you back to the couch. Your knees hit the back of it, and you're forced to sit. Lips ripping away from his, panting at the desire in his eyes. 

All your nerves were gone. New or not, it would never change the fact that Jisung craved you as much as you craved him. 

He held himself up with his hands on the back of the couch, and hovered above you for a moment looking you in the eyes. 

Then he was sinking to the ground, on his knees, between your legs. His hands smooth over your thighs, making them pliant with soft kisses, before he spreads them open. Your pussy is glistening behind the lace, and he licks his lips again. 

His hand glides from your thigh, to your heat. Thumb brushing against that sensitive bud, the friction eliciting a whine from you. 

His eyes snap up to you, and he holds your gaze as his tongue licks a stripe up your clothed core. The tip of it flicking deliciously against your sensitive clit. 

"Mmmm..." He groaned at the taste of you, "All for me?"

You moan at his tongue swiping against you again, and again, "All for you, my love." 

His fingers hook underneath the band of your underwear, and he peels them off you. He's whimpering, watching as strings of your arousal stick to them. The cool air is hitting your sex, before puffs of hot air from his mouth is. And you're shivering again at the sensation. 

A gasp escapes you when his tongue slides between your folds. Lapping up your juices, and suckling at that bundle of nerves. You listen to the wet sounds his mouth is making against you, along with the broken melody coming from his head set. You get lost in it. 

Your hand finds his hair, and you're grinding against his mouth. He's whimpering and moaning with you, one hand palming at his bulge. The other has fingers teasing your entrance. 

You let out a loud moan when two fingers push into you, and your grasp on his hair loosens. He takes the opportunity to get air, panting, mouth hanging open. His cheeks, chin and lips all shine in the dull blue light. 

His fingers continue to pump into you as he watches your face contort for him. He's smiling with lidded eyes, basking in the fact that he's making you feel so good. 

"Ji..." You moan, needing more.

"My beautiful baby, let me worship you a little longer." And he's diving back down.

His tongue focuses on your clit, and fingers coaxing that gummy spot inside you. He's pulling moan after moan from you, making out with your lower lips, bringing you closer to the edge. Your thighs start trembling around his head, and he has to grip the fleshy part of one of them to stop you from squeezing him before he's finished. 

You're spilling over the edge, body alight and your release coating his fingers, and face. He's lapping up every little bit, determined to taste your pleasure on his tongue. Only when you start to whine from constant overstimulation does he stop. 

He's kissing his way up to your lips, leaving a wet trail behind him that you couldn't bring yourself to care about. 

You're not sure when he managed to discard his pants and boxers, but you feel his hard, bare length pressing against your inner thigh. 

He's rubbing his member against your pussy now, letting your slick and his saliva cover him. Kissing your neck as he's rocking against you, he whispers, "Angel, do you have another one for me?"

Of course you did, you knew you did. You needed to feel him, you needed to please him. So you started nodding fervently, eyes rolling in the back of your head when he sucked lightly near your ear and jaw. 

He had a grasp of his cock now, dragging the head through your folds with added pressure. Each squelch of your juices sounds like music to your ears, anticipation building in your body.

"'Gonna make you feel s'good." He's whining into your neck. 

He has your legs around him now, as he fills you slowly, both of you savoring the sensations it brings. Your pussy spasms around him, and it has him grunting. 

"Always feel so good squeezin' me..." He mumbled, letting you adjust, "...exactly what I needed..." 

Then he was pumping into you, and you felt it. All the frustrations he was holding onto, all the stress, all the vexation. He was translating it into the energy he used to pleasure you. Letting go of it all. 

You couldn't hear the soft lofi music coming from his head set anymore, instead the slapping of skin and heavy breathing mixed with moans were filling the room. You'd never be more thankful for a soundproof space. Neither of you were holding back. 

Your moans only being interrupted by quiet curses, and his being peppered in between praises of how good you feel for him. He made it known he was chasing your high before his, begging you to cum for him. 

"Please angel," he whispers against your lips, "need to feel you cumming on my cock."

His pace became quicker as he kissed you, and his hand slithered down to play with your clit. Your back arched off the couch at that, angling him deeper inside you. He groaned, and his thrusts faltered for a second indicating he was close. 

Regardless he was determined to finish you, and his tone grew more demanding, "Be a good girl... cum for me, angel."

And that was all your body and mind needed to let go, legs locking around him and body shaking. Your hands slid under his hoodie, and nails dug into his back. It was the kind of intense orgasm, that your moan got stuck in your throat, instead a rough growl coming out. 

You sounded absolutely feral for him, and you were. 

That was what pushed him over the edge, a slew of curses leaving his mouth as his hips stuttered. With a final harsh thrust, he cums deep inside you. All of the negativity has dispersed from his body, and he collapsed back to his knees. 

You're both panting, trying to catch your breath. You jolt when you feel his fingers in your folds, over sensitivity taking over yet again. He's spreading you open, hypnotized by the way his cum is drooling out of you. 

"So perfect, fuck." He says as he drags his finger through it. 

He's bringing it up to your lips, and your mouth opens instinctively. You're sucking his finger into your mouth, his essence salty but familiar on your tongue. 

His eyes are locked to yours as you work his finger, licking it clean. He slips a second finger in your mouth, letting you cover them in your saliva before he dips back down for a taste himself. 

You're whining around his fingers when his tongue glides against your clit, and your hips try to retract into the couch. Quickly, he has both hands on your hips, securing you in place so he can continue tasting you. 

"We taste so good together, my love..." He's mumbling against you. 

His words will never fail to coax submission out of you.

Your hand flies back to his hair, as good as it feels you're trying to pull him away. He's just burying his face deeper, tongue dipping into your entrance to make sure he's tasting everything. 

"Ji... s'too much... I can't-" You're pleading, even though you feel yourself succumbing to the overwhelming brushes of his tongue.

He hisses when you finally succeed in pulling him off you, "Please angel," He's begging again, "Just one more. I know you have one more for me." 

"Fuck, Ji, I-" 

He silences you with his tongue flat against you, another lick up to your clit "Please, need to hear you cumming one more time for me." He whines and starts leaving sloppy, wet kisses on your pussy. 

You always knew he was more of a giver. That even though it was you who had cum twice, and he only once. He preferred it that way. Even if he was the one needing the release more, he thrived more on your pleasure.

"Just be gentl-" You try to say, but cut yourself off with a groan. 

He's eagerly slurping at your core. Lost in the moment, all he has is your pussy on his mind now. Messily licking and lapping at every inch. He's shaking his head and moaning into it, keeping you pinned in place by your hips. 

You feel another orgasm starting to build quickly, clenching around nothing. He risks you bucking your hips roughly into his face, and takes a hand off your hip. He's pushing two fingers into you yet again, and you're seeing stars. 

His fingers curl, and his lips close around your clit, sucking lightly. You feel your release slip away from you, and your cumming on his face again. Yelling his name. He only grows more determined.

He leans back so he can watch the beautiful, writhing, mess he reduced you to. The thumb of his other hand is replacing his mouth, continuously flicking your bud. He doesn't slow his movements as you ride out your orgasm, instead picking them up. 

Your world turns white, and you feel yourself squirt on his hands. He's watching you in awe, whispering more praise for you as your juices spray over him. 

"So fucking sexy, my good girl."

"That's it, let go for me, let it all go."

"Knew you had one more in you, all for me."

"My perfect angel."

It's when you start to slip into that floaty space that he finally stops. He doesn't want you too gone, he's limited in the care he can provide here.

He's positioning you to lay on the couch, and he's laying behind you. You're both wet and sticky, and heaving for air. Yet, it's blissful. 

You lay there for what could've been minutes or an hour, you weren't sure. You were content in each other's touch. Your arm reaches back to caress his head, fingers combing through his hair. He's humming. 

"I love you." You finally murmur. 

"I love you more, angel. Thank you for this." He says, and kisses your shoulder. 

"You caught on quickly to my idea." You giggled.

He laughed with you, "I caught on halfway through it, actually. I was just beside myself with desire for you." 

You blushed at that, and you were thankful he couldn't see it. 

"I mean you showed up in my favorite set..." He whispers and starts toying with the lace on your bra, his finger slipping underneath to flick your nipple, "In ONLY my favorite set. How could I not show you how much I admire you." 

You felt his length harden against you again, and he rolled his hips slowly as he gripped your hip. 

You knew the night was far from over. 

As for how you were both going to escape and clean up? Well that was a problem for future you. 

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State of Grace

Pairing: Han Jisung x reader

Genre: Fluff - Friends to Lovers

Warnings: Swearing

Summary: You’re a musician who has written State of Grace (full creds to Taylor) and have called upon your friend Chan to help record it, but he brings a couple of others along to the studio.

Word Count: 2,384

A/N - Hey! This is my first post, mind that it's kind of half-written, but eh

A/N (2?) - I thought of this whilst listening to Taylor's State of Grace, though I have butchered one line in this to fit the idea

‘Han?’ you muttered, repeating the name as though it might ease the process of understanding just what was being said. ‘Han is coming to the studio?’

Chan didn’t so much as glance over his shoulder, he simply nodded his head, too busy with adjusting the buttons and switches laid out before him.

‘Right,’ you sighed and you almost laughed out loud because that was just fucking typical.

This simply wasn’t how it was supposed to be. Han wasn’t meant to witness you recording what was essentially a confession. What you’d wanted was time - time to decide whether you were going to share the song at all and if you were, it was going to be a tape, packaged up with love, meant for his ears and his ears only. Whatever plan you’d had, however, was slipping through your fingers. And worst of all, you couldn’t even be angry with Chan - maybe he had some inkling of your interest in Jisung, but he’d only invited him and Changbin to help with the recording process and his generosity had only your own interests in mind.

The thought of hurrying into the recording booth to begin before Jisung and Changbin might arrive was equally short-lived as the studio door was unlatched and those in question walked in. Changbin entered first and even if you hadn’t glimpsed upwards, praying it was simply a staff member, his voice preceded him. ‘Ay, ay, ay. Good morning!’

Chan swivelled in his chair to greet them, as Changbin patted him on the shoulder and passed by. Han followed, an easy-going expression across his face. If it had been any other occasion, you would have been overjoyed to have the three alongside, and you always enjoyed writing with the group. This was very different though and when Han held out his iced coffee for you to share and your cheeks warmed, you felt positively stupid. Here was Han, one of your closest companions, the one you’d always share iced-coffees with and there was you - blushing as though you hadn’t met before, as though you hadn’t spent three weeks grinding out a song meant to encompass just how in love with him you were.

A shake of your head and Han retracted his offer, but not without a cheery smile, reminder enough why you were doing this to take the edge off your nerves. He momentarily moved to the mixing desk and at Chan’s side, spoke briefly to the leader. After a few minutes, Chan questioned whether you were ready to go - a fleeting glance to Jisung and you saw the excited expression across his face.

‘Uh, sure,’ you nodded, ‘I’ll get set-up.’

Chan immediately returned his attention to the desk and Han continued to loiter behind. To enter the adjoining recording booth, you moved past Changbin, who gave your arm an enthusiastic nudge and cheered from the seat he’d taken near the doorway.

In the booth, stood before the microphone, mouth cotton-like, Han’s offer of coffee seemed like a missed opportunity. Chan had spoken over the monitor at least three minutes ago asking whether you were settled and you’d truly dragged out every second possible detangling the imaginary knot in your headphones, but you couldn’t procrastinate much more. When you finally pried your fingers from the wires, you mustered enough courage to look across the recording booth and to the window that connected the space to the next room. From here, you could make out Chan perched behind the mixing desk and Changbin was slowly swivelling in half-circles at his left. Jisung was stood behind, his lower-back pressed against the wall - you were envious of his composure. But, then again, he wasn’t about to throw up his innermost emotions in front of his closest friends.

Chan patiently asked again and this time, you caught his eye through the glass and gave a thumbs-up, feeling far meeker than you looked. But, this was it. No backing out now.

One of those situated behind the mixing desk pressed a series of buttons and adjusted several sliding controls until the instrumental piece you’d composed was filtering through your headphones. All you had to do was get out those words you’d spent all that time writing, like you had a hundred times before. Hell, you’d recorded in front of the entirety of the group before, and a love song at that, but not one so intimate, so meaningful. One meant for one of them.

All you had to do was get through the first verse, which was ambiguous, and the rest, the important stuff, would simply have to follow. Maybe Han wouldn’t even notice.

In the adjoining room, Jisung was staring at you through the window. Changbin was murmuring something to the room, but he wasn’t listening, he didn’t want to miss a second of hearing you sing.

‘And I never, saw you coming. And I’ll never, be the same.’

As he listened, his thoughts seemed to suddenly muddy and he was conscious of the abrupt pounding of his chest. He elected to listen a little harder to what you were singing - your voice was breathtaking, but the lyrics struck something deeper. He wasn’t even sure if he had heard correctly, but he couldn’t let it slip completely from his mind - you had just said what he always said. I never saw you coming. At this point, he wasn’t even sure how the joke started, you weren’t even particularly short, he’d just made a stupid comment someday that he hadn’t seen you arrive because you were too far below his eye-line and the dumb joke had stuck. And now, you were standing in the recording booth singing the line back to him.

The more he listened, the more he stumbled across.

‘You come around and the armour falls, pierce the room like a cannonball.’

The reference felt vague, but the allusion was there nonetheless. He was the cannonball, any one of his group would have known that. In all his haphazard joviality, when he was comfortable, he did nothing else but burst into each and every room and he’d never realised that it’d been noticed. That you, had noticed.

To be sure that he wasn’t merely hearing things, before he leapt to some great conclusion that you felt the same way about him as he did you, he leant forward and asked Chan if there was a copy of the lyrics lying around. Chan-nodded - he swivelled his chair to the right and rooted through a pile of papers, before he altered his search and moved to the left. He thumbed through another stack and this time he pulled out a couple of pages and offered them to Han. There were two double-sided pages, each covered with scribbles and crossing-outs and arrows connecting one line to another. It certainly wasn’t an example of the finished product, but a detailed insight into the writing process that you’d undertaken. As he cast his glance over the pages, he almost overlooked the words scrawled into the corner, the paper was so dog-eared and crumpled that the scratch could have gone entirely overlooked. But there, in the right-hand corner, underlined twice, in your rushed handwriting, were two words: ‘For Han.’

As you shifted in front of the microphone, his eyes crawled over the handwriting on the page in his hand. One line stood out and as the words filtered through to his brain, his chest tightened. If he’d glanced upwards, he would have seen the edges of Chan’s mouth lift into a half-smile as he watched Jisung analyse your lyrical work, knowing what was coming.

‘Up in your room and our slates are clean, just twin earth signs, four brown eyes.’

He felt his cheeks burn scarlet, his entire body suddenly felt hot, and he couldn’t possibly pry his line of sight from the papers in his clasp for fear of the other two seeing his flush. Even if they didn’t turn around to look at him, they could surely hear the hammering of his heart behind his ribcage, or the sudden rise in his breathing. Mostly, he didn’t care if they did, he was simply stunned into a sense of quiet and he wasn’t certain he’d be able to find anything to reply if they directed a question his way.

He was faintly aware that you’d finished - your voice no longer drifted through to the room and Chan was muttering his praise through the monitor. But, you were still stood in the recording booth, seemingly loitering, fiddling with your headphones once more, too shy to risk glimpsing through the window in case you caught Jisung’s eye. Perhaps he was oblivious to everything about the scene, or more likely, he was forcing the issue, but Changbin lifted himself from his seat and swung the doorway to the booth open, before calling you through.

Jisung didn’t pause to consider his own actions for a moment - as Changbin threw the entranceway wide, he pushed himself from the wall and made for the recording booth, ducking beneath Changbin’s arm and neglecting his too-loud shout of something - confusion or encouragement, he wasn’t sure. The commotion caused you to look over - Changbin was grinning, smugly at that, and walking to Chan’s side as he shook his head, an equal expression across his own features. But, Han - well, he was moving in your direction faster than you could even blush.

If the lyrics hadn’t been on-the-nose enough, he was clutching at your notes and you knew that, as you’d momentarily paused in your writing and your mind had drifted, you’d scratched his name somewhere on the page. Now he was coming for you and you weren’t sure if that was anger across his features, or what. In truth, he felt the furthest thing from angry - he’d entered the room in a moment of reckless confidence, but with each step, it continued to wane and he had only the heaving of his chest to remind him of his uncertainty. It was quite possible that he knew you like the back of his hand, but this was new, untrodden ground and he was nervous, like he’d been the first time he’d ever met you.

Then, you were looking to him, features threatening to twist into reticence, but you opted for a gentle sigh and spoke his name softly. ‘Han -’

He drew up to a stop, barely a metre from your position and as you caught his eye, instead of withdrawing from embarrassment, you mustered a small laugh. God had decided your fate and well, what the fuck else could you do except laugh and resign yourself to whatever was going to follow.

Jisung laughed too - line of sight momentarily falling to the floor, right-hand going to scratch the back of his neck, but he was smiling.

Okay. Okay.

‘I’m, uh,’ you stammered, ‘a bit nervous. This, uh, wasn’t supposed to happen like this. Wait, you know what I’m talking about, right? Actually, never mind, it was obvious, right? I’ve rehearsed this in my head, like a lot, it’s just that I didn’t think I’d be saying it like this.’

You forced yourself to look at his face, seeking some sort of reassurance. But, he appeared blank and entirely unseeing and your heart dropped. ‘Saying what?’ Han questioned, seemingly confused.

As you were about to begin backtracking, heart somewhere three floors below, Han’s features suddenly altered and he was giving you that silly grin he gave when he thought he’d just said something downright hilarious.

‘Wh - what?’ you mustered, furrowing your brow.

He continued to smile, but you noted the scarlet colour of his cheeks. ‘Han!’ you groaned.

So this was how he was taking it, you supposed it could have been worse.

Maybe your expression gave your thoughts away, for Han seemed to sober up, though his smile didn’t altogether disappear. ‘The song,’ he started, ‘Sounded good, really good, in fact. I, uh, got these from Chan,’ and he held up the papers in his clutch.

‘Oh, yeah.’

God fucking damn. Why were you both so freakin’ bad at this.

‘A cannonball, huh?’ he murmured.

As you looked at him, you saw his widening smile. ‘Han, I swear to God.’

He threw his head back and his laughter went all the way to crinkle the edges of his eyes and for a moment, you wondered whether he really hadn’t a clue as to what was going on, because you weren’t sure any confession had ever gone the way this one was going.

‘Sungie,’ you sighed, about to berate him for whatever the hell was going on, but his hands were suddenly on either of your cheeks and he was leaning down, his mouth moving for your own.

The gentle shaking of his hands and the heat emanating from the flush of his cheeks betrayed his nerves, but he kissed you and moved away, all before you could possibly contemplate closing your eyes. As he withdrew, you tested his name on your lips once more, but your voice wouldn’t quite come. You ghosted your fingers over your lower lip, unsure if you were entirely conscious, because, you know, Han Jisung, the love of your life, had just kissed you.

You glanced to him, recognising the crimson flare of his skin, but uncaring. Your eyes felt watery as they trailed over his features and your adoration felt thick in your throat. Able to perceive the apprehension in his eyes, you reached for his sleeve and gently tugged him closer. For a moment, your line of sight remained fixed on his chest, before you forced it higher, feeling the beginnings of a smile overcome your astonishment. A lifetime seemed to pass as you rose to tiptoes and closed your eyes, mouth aiming for his.

Now, he took his time, bold enough to place a hand on your waist as you slipped a hand to his chest. He seemed hesitant to pull away and as you drew back, your eyes met and giddy smiles were exchanged. Though, his expression was quick to soften, ‘You never saw that coming, huh?’ he said teasingly.

‘Haaaan,’ you groaned again, forehead falling forward onto his chest, ‘I hate you.’

[ Being in a Secret Relationship with Jisung Headcanons ] -

Pairing: Han Jisung x reader

Warnings: Reference to 18 + Content

- Given that it had been only a few years since Stray Kids had debuted, Jisung was technically bound by the clauses and subclauses of his contract, which explicitly stated dating to be off the table

- When Jisung met you, however, a few lines printed on a page weren’t going to come between him and what he wanted

- Whilst ignoring the rules put in place by management was easy, keeping the relationship quiet was significantly more difficult than either of you expected it to be

- Truthfully, you hadn’t meant to keep it from the group, Han was just a little shy about showing affection in front of them and you wanted to be as respectful as possible

- Thankfully, you were an established member of the SKZ friendship circle so being seen out and about with any member, Jisung included, was entirely overlooked by both the media and management

- This meant that you and Jisung were able to get coffee and walk to the studio together, but that is as far as you both felt comfortable going in public - anything else might have been too risky and flagged your relationship up to JYP

- There was constantly the risk of being caught standing a little too close to each other by a fan

- Honestly, Han worried a lot too - he sometimes felt overwhelmed by everything - the pressure to produce material that his fans would appreciate, maintaining his physical appearance and keeping-up with Chan’s searing pace in the studio

- After seeing him consume near four Iced Americano’s in a single day, you knew that his stresses had finally caught him up and he was drastically trying to fight them off by hiding away in the studio and battling sleep

- When you found him, you asked whether your relationship was adding to his worries

- The question startled him and he immediately stood to meet you in the middle of the room, his hands reaching for yours - he saw the furrow of your brow and realised that he had been a little distant recently and considering that he’d expressed his apprehension of exposing your relationship, he felt your question was justified

- He felt incredibly guilty all of a sudden and, holding your hands, began to apologise for pushing you away and naturally you would reassure him that it was okay, you understood, but you were here for him and if he needed space, it was fine

- Jisung was instantly like, ‘huh’, ‘what’, ‘no’, you were here and he wasn’t going to lose you

- So, after he says this it could go either one of two ways –

- The first, Jisung would extend his arms outward and coax you in for a long, heartfelt hug. His hands would wrap around your back and he’d rest his chin against your shoulder, making sure to tell you that he is positively, irrevocably, in love with you. And he’d be grateful, saying that he knows he can be a little difficult from time to time and he appreciated your endless affection. When the moment suddenly felt a little too sappy for comfort, he would definitely end the exchange by purposely squeezing your waist too hard just to hear you laugh.

- Or, all that caffeine would go to his head and he’d lurch for you, his hands reaching for your face, and he’d dive right in for your mouth. One hand would move to your hip and he’d suddenly pull you nearer, as if that were possible, so your hips were flush. His hands would keep you there, at least until he decided it wasn’t enough and then he was backing you against the nearest wall and the moment your back hit against it, he would place a hand beneath your thigh and raise it against his own.

- It would get steamy real quick and he’s grinding his hips against you, making himself a little more hard each and every time and you’re almost breathless from the whirlwind of it all

- Jisung can be a horn dog, let’s be real and being in the studio is hardly going to stop him when he’s feeling needy and you’re looking fine

- Chan would politely knock on the studio door a little while later, not wanting to disturb Jisung in case he was recording and when he was invited in, he would see you asleep on the little sofa against the backwall and Jisung would be sat at the mixing desk engrossed his work

- Chan would instantly know that something was a little off – the scene seemed ordinary enough, but Han’s hair was just a little too tousled and he’d glance at you properly and suddenly realise that you didn’t seem to have any trousers on – thankfully Jisung’s hoodie was long enough to hide the precious parts of you, but your bare legs were enough to betray exactly what you had been up to prior to Chan’s arrival

- When Jisung realises that Chan is stood beside him, he has to stop himself from panicking because now the moment of lust has passed, he realises that screwing in the studio was possibly a little, a lot, risky

- So, he definitely blushes as he looks at his leader and Chan is definitely blushing back because this is the last thing he expected

- Chan would choke out what he had to say and then leave as quickly as possible

- Jisung is caught somewhere between embarrassment and a sort of ‘who cares’ attitude, though he supposes that your relationship is probably no longer a secret and part of him is a little remorseful that Chan even got a glimpse of your bare legs

- It wasn’t exactly how he planned to reveal your relationship and Chan’s shock would probably prevent him from being able to resist from sharing immediately with Changbin, who would tease Jisung to no end, but what could he do now

- Besides, you were half-naked behind him and that was enough to put a fair few of his worries to bed

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Isn't it Lovely?

🖤: Hyunjin x Reader | Han Jisung x Reader 🖊️: approx 6.3K 🚨: Hanahaki AU, there is so much trauma and Angst. Major character death. No hopeful ending. Angst- No Comfort. A/N: I am so sorry... Hyune I'm so sorry.. Jisung... I am so sorry.. Reader... I am so sorry...

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It was starting to get even harder to breathe. Hidden away in your apartment you forced yourself to finish the letters you started. You thought keeping it away from everyone was the best choice but as you sit in the darkness of your room you wish you had told someone. Anyone. You didn’t want to do this alone anymore. The more you wrote the more you cried, the more you wished you had just told one person- so one person would be there with you. 

You knew you couldn't tell anyone. You knew exactly what they had done had they known from the beginning. They’d have dragged you straight to a hospital and forcibly removed what slowly, and not so silently killed you. Your phone buzzed beside you and slowly you checked your messages. Jisung. You smile lightly at your phone. Tomorrow, you’d give him the box of letters. He’ll give out each letter. He’ll understand, right?

You sign the card meant for the top of the box addressed to Jisung,

Ji, 

Take this box and keep it safe. Please don’t open it, don’t look inside not until next week okay? Don’t ask me questions, just trust me okay? Next week open it, and give everything to the people they’re addressed to. Please. 

Thank you Ji, for always being there for me.

One more week. One more and everyone will know. Avoiding letting anyone know was always the best option. You know Jisung would have ripped you right out of the apartment and brought you to a doctor but you couldn’t live like that- having the flowers delicately taken out of you while they knowingly ripped out the feeling of love altogether. It would be no way to live- without the memory or feeling of ever being in love again. You couldn’t handle that- living as a shell of who you once were. 

One more week and you wouldn’t be on this earth anymore and everyone around you would be moving on with their lives. They’d have received the letters you had written them- maybe even shed a tear but eventually, they would come to forget you. Changbin would still be happy with Felix, and Seungmin would be attending his lectures and still trying to charm the girl in this English class. Jeongin would be cuddled up with his new girlfriend struggling to figure out what to do for their month anniversary. Chan would still be babying all of them, Minho would still be attempting to adopt new cats Hyunjin- Hyunjin would still be with the girl he had met in his art lecture. He would be happy, and in love as he always dreamed of. No one appreciated love the way he did, the way he saw love in such a beautiful way. The way you knew he would treat her with absolute respect and adoration, she would never need to fear losing him. He wasn’t that kind of guy. Life would simply, go on. 

Jisung would be the only one who would probably be more hurt than the rest. Being your best friend for so long. He had grown up with you, he had always been there for you. He was there when you found out you had the gene, the stupid goddamn gene that landed you where you were now. Cursed by your genetics, and betrayed by your heart- Hanahaki had taken over. Jisung always warned you to be careful who you’d fall in love with, he always told you to keep your heart closed off unless you knew for sure they could love you back- you did for the most part. You had your walls up until you met Hwang Hyunjin. 

Hwang Hyunjin destroyed the walls you had built to shield your very delicate heart. Hwang Hyunjin was the definition of a dream. Sweet, caring, attentive and the way he viewed the world was so beautiful. Anyone would have fallen for him, everyone did. Not only did he have such a gorgeous personality but he was also so incredibly handsome. Delicate features, and a toned body. He was ethereal, to say the least, a deadly combination of looks and sincerity. How could anyone not have fallen for someone who could easily be mistaken for an angel? 

You had first met Hyunjin through Jisung. They had met in college. The music major and the artist. They hadn’t always gotten along but once they realised they had a lot more in common than they had originally thought they became inseparable. The day you met Hyunjin was on his twenty-first birthday. It was cold out, the leftover freezing rain from the winter being poured out upon the earth as he and Jisung ran into your apartment soaked and shaking. You had quickly run to Jisung failing to properly notice the other standing beside him, taking his hands in your own as you tried to warm up the shivering boy. 

“Jisung you’re soaked! Oh my god get in the shower before you catch a cold I’ll dry your clothes!” You worried, 

“Y/N..” Jisung smiled, his teeth still chattering from the cold. “Y/N This is Hyunjin, he’s-” he lets out a soft sneeze, 

“Yes yes the artist Jisung I know- now get in the shower and warm up!” you look to the other boy, Tall, with long dark -wet hair that stuck to his face. His body trembling, “And you!” you say, “You’re next. For now in front of the heater!” you pointed to the small space heater you had set up in the living room where you were originally sitting- reading. Jisung hurries himself to the washroom, and Hyunjin sits quietly on the spot on the floor in front of the heater- his hands up in front of it as he attempts to keep them warm. “You’re shaking” you sigh as you drape your duvet over him. 

“T-thanks,” he says softly, “You know, spring shouldn’t be this cold.” 

“Well you two shouldn’t be running around in the rain, what were you thinking?” You said at you patter him down- 

“Han said we’d have more fun here, apparently Birthdays should be spent with friends and not at home watching dramas” Your eyes widen at the confession, 

“Happy birthday.” You smile, 

“Thank you-” 

“Now, this is going to sound weird but I really don't want you getting sick especially not on your birthday- undress in the bedroom and keep that blanket on you until your turn, I’ll get a head start on drying your clothes.” Hyunjin sits up watching you as you speak. He nods getting up slowly from his spot on the floor and heads into your bedroom. A few minutes later he emerges cocooned in your duvet clutching his clothes. He hands them to you and follows you to the laundry room- you throw them into the wash alongside Jisung's and run them on a light cycle. You were sure Jisung had left clothes somewhere in the guest room the question was where. With Hyunjin trailing you like a lost puppy you wandered into the spare bedroom and riffled through the closet. Surely he had something. You spot the blue gym bag buried deep in the back of the closet, with a light tug you drag it out of its spot and peek inside. Gym shorts, a tank top and a pair of sweats. 

“Well it’s not much, and you’re definitely taller than Ji but it’ll have to do until your clothes are clean and dry.” You hand him the bag, he fishes out the sweats and bows politely. 

“Thanks, honestly Your blankets are soft and all but uh- It’s weird being under someone's blankets naked and it wasn’t even for a good reason.” He laughs, and your brain freezes at the realization of what he’s saying. Your cheeks heat up at the image of Hyunjin under the blanket- naked for a ‘good reason’ No, no no- don’t think of that. 

“Uh, not to interrupt whatever the fuck is going on here but-” Jisung clears his throat at the door, his lower body wrapped in his designated towel, “Mind tossing the bag?” Hyunjin laughs as he holds the blanket closed with one hand and tosses the gym bag towards Jisung who almost manages to drop it as it falls into his hands, 

“I’ll uh-” you mutter, “Grab you a towel.” 

The rest of yours and Jisung's friends arrive an hour after the whole ordeal alongside a few others you didn’t quite fully know. Jisung sat happily in his shorts and tank while Hyunjin sat in front of the heater in Jisung's sweats. 

“Classy Hyune,” a boy you had seen on campus but never spoke to, “Meet a girl and suddenly you’re shirtless.” He smiles as he walks in behind Chan, 

“Y/N!” Chan smiles, “Taking care of the children I see” 

“Honestly as a single mother of three, you should really be helping out here more Chris.” You laugh, 

“Please I’m the one that takes care of Changbin and Felix. Your only responsibility is that one” Chan giggles as he points to Jisung. 

“Mom- Dad stop fighting” Felix chimes in, Hyunjin still sat quietly as he watched you interact with your friends. Jeongin swiftly takes his hoodie off and throws it at Hyunjin’s face. 

“Put a shirt on you heathen, we’re in the presence of a nice girl who’s helped you not get sick and you thank her by traumatizing her with your bare chest?” the same boy who has mentioned Hyunjin’s outfit- or lack thereof scoffs, “Apologies, he has no manners, I’m Yang Jeongin, unfortunately, i’m friends with the birthday boy so I will be taking responsibility for him” you smile at the boy, he seems sweet. Hyujin throws the sweater on, still carefully watching as everyone talks around him. 

“Please. Nice girl? Y/N spends half her time pants-less and the other half shirtless. If you think Hyune’s chest is traumatizing wait till you see her-” You give Seungmin a punch before he finishes his sentence, “SEE WHAT I MEAN? ANYTHING BUT NICE.” 

After that day the nine of you began to spend more time together. Hyunjin was often quiet, he enjoyed sitting back and observing the conversation. He’d speak up occasionally but most of the time it felt like he was studying everyone. Jisung had mentioned it for a long time Hyunjin just kept to himself. That was until he had started hanging around Jisung. Hyunjin had introduced him to Jeongin and from there the three of them had begun a small friendship. He mentioned how Hyunjin wasn’t usually this quiet around his friends and that maybe, he just needed to get used to the group. 

The more you spent time with the group including Hyunjin and Jeongin the more you got to know them (naturally as one would). You learned of Hyunjin’s love of art- and dance. You learned his favourite colours, foods, and seasons and that his favourite flower was the rose. You learned how he spoke softly around the group but when he spoke to you he was more- himself. He seemed to prefer one-on-one conversations to those with a group. He enjoyed watching everyone yell over each other but never wanted to speak over anyone. Oftentimes times the two of you would spend your time just talking to each other while the others yelled over one another. 

You got too close to him, too fast. You just didn’t know that at the time. 

He asked about your interests and your dreams, and he listened and responded thoughtfully to questions you’d ask. He’d bring you coffee and ask you to keep him company. You fell fast for him but you were only ever a good friend to him. 

“There’s this girl in my class.” Hyunjin sighs, “She’s sweet, cute. Her art is just, wow. She’s so talented, and I- god I feel so stupid Y/N” Your heart drops into your stomach. You lost him, yet he was never yours to lose. He’d always be your friend though right? So why does it feel like your heart just shattered? 

“You’re not stupid Jinnie, you admire her- so talk to her.” You smile as you bring the warm cup of coffee you’d been neglecting as you watched Hyunjn paint. 

“Should I?” He asks genuinely, and you nod. 

“Of course Jinnie,” 

The first date went well. Hyunjin came back to you and Jisung absolutely elated. He told the two of you how they had talked all night about art, their interests, and what they wanted to do in the future. He told you two how she had agreed to a second date and he how he hasn’t felt this excited about a girl in a while. He had unintentionally planted the seeds of your demise that night. Neither of you knew yet. 

By the third date, he had decided to officially ask her out. She said yes. She’d have been stupid to say no. That was the first time you felt the pain in your chest. You choked in attempts to take a breath, only to land yourself in a coughing fit- something stuck in your throat and you desperately forced the cough to rid yourself of it. You knew, yet what hurt the most was to see it fully. To fully let it sink in as you stared down at the rose petal covered in spit and blood laying on the palm of your hand. You cried for the first time over Hyunjin that night. 

Your group of nine had become a group of ten within a few weeks. Hyunjin brought his new girlfriend around quite often. He didn’t sit as close to you anymore, and when the group began to talk over each other he wouldn’t lean in to talk to you about how stupid they were all being. Instead, he whispered into her ear about- you wouldn’t know what. You watched, silently as your heart broke more. You could feel the sting in your chest, not only from the aching of heartbreak but the thorns puncturing your lungs as the roses grew. You excused yourself from the group, quietly heading to the furthest washroom in Chan's house. Heaving as you desperately tried to breathe, coughing up more of those delicate red rose petals. You didn’t think it would happen this fast. 

What neither you, nor Hyunjin noticed was the way Jisung watched you. Watched as the light in your eyes died out watching them- watched as you held back tears. He didn’t want to believe it. He didn’t want to think about it. He didn’t want to accept it. Maybe the disease hadn’t come? Yes you had the genes for it- but maybe just maybe he was so lucky that you were unaffected by it. You’d have told him if something happened. You’d have told him if you were coughing up petals. You were his best friend and he was yours. He trusted you more than anything to tell him. You would- You would tell him. 

Jisung coughed that night. A small, purplish-blue petal forced it’s way up his throat. He stared down at it in horror. You didn’t love him as he did you. 

Almost a month later, Hyunjin had come to you asking for a woman's opinion on what to get his girlfriend for their month anniversary. You smiled through it, and the two of you went shopping- sometimes you thought you could pretend this wasn’t happening. That it wasn’t this god-awful disease of unrequited love attacking you. Sometimes you’d pretend you just caught a bad cold, and that Hyunjin was still your Jinnie, your close friend. Someone you’d love as a friend forever, but- reality was never so kind. He’d mention something she’d done that made him happy, or he’d see something she may like and ask you for advice and you’d feel the thorns, the threat of the roots squeezing your lungs until they could no longer garner any oxygen. Excusing yourself to the nearest washroom and barely making it inside before you coughed up more of the rose petals, you found that as the condition worsened, the blood that was once just specks and spots came out in larger quantities as time went on. 

 You’ve begun to hate roses. 

“Oh sweetheart-” an elderly woman whispered as she watched you whimper over the sink, she wiped away the blood from your mouth with a paper towel. “You should have those removed my dear.” You nodded and walked away quietly as she stood and watched you. Pitying you. You made your way back to Hyunjin who stood waiting near the benches just before the washrooms, the elderly woman behind you following along, “Deary-” she called out, but stopped as she eyed down Hyunjin. “That cough is quite heavy, I’d suggest heading home alone- lest the boy catch anything.” She smiles softly. She knows. She extended her hand offering a mask, “Rid yourself of that cough dear, it’ll be best.” was the last thing she said before walking away. 

“A-are you sick? What cough? Y/N Should you be resting!? You could have told me!” Hyunjin panics, as he quickly brings a hand to your face to check your temperature “You don’t feel warm, common Let's get you some tea and then home-” He says grabbing your wrist and gently tugging you along. 

“I’m fine Hyunjin honestly.” you sigh. 

You hid yourself away for a week after that day. Hyunjin and Jisung regularly came to check up on you to make sure you were recovering from your cold well. You lied. Saying you were fine and healthy again, and they both believed you. 

Once more you found yourself with the other nine in Chan’s house. Everyone sat around playing cards. Drinking, overall having a good time. You tried hard never to laugh too hard- god forbid you coughed up a flower in front of everyone. When everyone got bored- the group moved from inside to Chan's backyard. Quickly he started up a fire for the night, you watched as the flames rose and danced around the air before dissipating into the night. 

“You guys are gross!” Jeongin yells as he runs out of Chan's house, “Someone tell Hyunjin to be less gross.” he complains, the group laughs. 

“What did he do now?” You smile- only to regret the question immediately. 

“He’s so fucking mushy, can you do all your I love you’s in private and not with the group- like god not everyone wants to see your pda and shit” Jeonging yells, Hyunjin slowly making his way outside with his girlfriend's hand in his- laughing. 

“Please Innie, you’ll understand when you’re in love.” He smiles. Thank god for the summer weather- a small gust of wind pushes the smoke from the fire into your face and your coughs are easily excused as getting a lung full of smoke. You excuse yourself to hide away and spit out the soggy petals into the toilet. Cleaning your mouth out and quickly swish mouth wash around in it to avoid the iron scent of blood within it. You slowly make your way outside where everyone was still chatting away.

“You guys hear about Yeonjun?” Seungmin sighs, 

“Terrible isn’t it?” Hyunjin’s girlfriend says softly, “Hanahaki. Rare but devastating. I heard he’s having the flowers removed.” 

“That’s better than suffering.” Chan sighs, “I mean- what would you guys do if you had the gene and then- you know-” 

“I’d have them removed.” Hyunjin’s girlfriend says, “I’d rather lose the memory of the person than to die by suffocation.” you wince at the thought and let out a small cough, and the attention turns to you.

“Sorry, it’s like when you talk about lice and you can’t help but itch-” you mutter, “Talking about Hanaki is particularly uncomfortable for Jisung and I-” you sigh, as the others look to Jisung. 

“Yeah uh- we both, have the gene- but there's no guarantee it will happen you know?” he smiles up at you, “I mean neither of us has started coughing up petals and we’ve been in relationships before ya know?” 

“Isn’t it like a love thing though, not just a puppy love but like- oh god this is so mushy but like true love?” Minho asks, 

“There is no real science behind it-” you say, “You never know who will trigger it- it just happens.” 

“What would you two do if it happened, if I may ask-” Felix mutters, 

“I wouldn’t remove them.” You sigh, the silence that follows is deafening, the only sound is that of that fire and the slight rustling of the leaves in the summer wind. 

“W-why not” Hyunjin stutters, “You’d rather die in love with someone who doesn’t love you back than to live a long life and possibly find someone else?” Hyunjin didn’t mean to sound like he was judging- but it hit hard, it still hurt, 

“The thing about removing it Hyune, is that removal affects everyone differently. Some- lose memories of the person they once loved. Everything about them just- poof, gone. Others- they uh-” Jisung tries, 

“They’ll never be able to feel love at all ever again.” You finish. 

“Oh.” Hyunjin mutters, “Well if either of you ever falls in love with someone that triggers it- tell us. Okay?” 

“I wouldn’t keep it from you guys- I’m sure we're fine!” Jisung smiles. What no one knew was that Jisung was suffering. Hiding away just as you were. Neither of you went to the other to tell them what was going on because Jisung would rather suffer than have you pity him for loving you all this time. You had fallen in love and he saw it, and you had survived- unaffected by your cursed genetics. So he would spare you the details, he wouldn’t allow you to witness him- wilting away as he desperately held on to you. Your last memories of him would not be of him coughing up flowers. God forbid you ever found out. He would not allow it. 

You could barely move, barely breathe. Your lungs hurt to take in air, the coughing never stopped yet still you pushed- and pushed. You tried so hard to be normal around your friends, but soon enough you couldn’t push anymore. You hid yourself away. Claiming to be busy with work- You ignored calls, and didn’t open the door when people came looking for you. The coughing was so bad and the blood loss made you feel dizzy. Your time was coming. You clicked your phone on and sent a quick message to your friends.

STRAYS

Y/N: Movie night, my place friday @ 6 please I’ve been so shit without y’all 

Minho: SHE LIVES! Bet! See you there! 

Felix: Im down! 

You ignored the rest of the incoming texts. You had a mission, two days to complete it and it required all of your strength. You got up from your bed, dragging your bucket of petals alongside you as you planted yourself in the living room and began to write. 

To: Chris. 

To:  Minho.

To: Changbin. 

To: Felix

To: Seungmin

To: Jeongin

To: Jisung

To: Hyunjin

To: Mom & Dad

The last three of your letters being the most important. You needed to take your time with those three.

Jisung had decided to head over early. He was coughing still but not too badly, he felt fine enough to go hang out with you for a bit and help you set up. You had been working so much he was glad to finally see you- he just wanted to be the first one to see you. He made his way up to your door- opting to knock first before letting himself in, but when you didn’t answer he made use of his key and made his way inside. The apartment was quiet and dark. Perhaps you weren’t home yet. He made his way into the living room and sat himself on the couch, taking out his phone to call you. The confusion hit more when he heard your phone buzzing, but there was no effort from you to answer the call. 

“Y/N?” Jisung called out, but you didn’t answer. He made his way to your bedroom, knocking on the door softly. Still, nothing. He pushed the door open and immediately his legs gave out. Eyes watering, the cough returning in full force. The screams Jisung let out were heartbreaking. And thats how everyone else found him. Screaming, crying, and coughing up bloodied flower petals. Chan rushed to him instantly, picking him up off the floor in front of your room, 

“Han!” Chan called out to him, “Han talk to me what happened?” only then did Chan look up, and see what Jisung was sobbing over. “Felix.” Chan held back his tears as much as he could as he looked to Jisung, “Felix come here and shut the fucking door to her room, shut it- shut it now!” He yelled out, as Felix rushed to the door, Hyunjin let go of his girlfriends hand, making his way slowly to your door but Jisung looked up and glared. 

“Get out.” He spat, “Get out!” 

“H-Han” Hyunjin said in confusion, 

“GET OUT HYUNJIN GET THE FUCK OUT YOU DON’T GET TO SEE HER, YOU DON’T GET TO FUCKING SEE HER” He screamed, attempting to lunge at Hyunjin, “IT’S YOUR FAULT- IT’S YOUR FAULT SHE’S DEAD- IT’S YOUR FAULT!” Jisung was yelling on pure adrenaline, his mind wasn’t processing the words he was saying to his best friend. He needed someone to blame, and Hyunjin just seemed like the best answer. 

“FELIX! CLOSE THE DAMN DOOR” Minho yelled out, 

“Dead..” Hyunjin looks into your room just as Felix closes the door, the only glimpse of you he got was your hand hanging off the bed. Jisung’s screams were interrupted by more coughing, petals spilling out of his mouth as he clutched his chest, heaving. It took a moment to process but it clicked. You were gone. and Jisung was dying. 

“Uh, guys. We uh- we can’t leave her like that.” Seungmin sighs, as tears slowly stream down his face. “I’m going to go call the cops.” 

You never got to put the card explaining to Jisung to wait a week before giving out the letters. It lay in your room while the box lay collecting dust in the living room. Where everyone sat waiting for the authorities to arrive. Minho was ultimately the one to hand out the letters to everyone sitting around. 

No one read them until they had gone home. 

The funeral was nice. Jisung thought there was a terrible irony in the flower arrangement that decorated your casket. To die by roses, only to be buried with them in the end. You’d have hated it. The group hadn’t really seen each other since that day. Some of them had tried checking up on Jisung having learned of his condition but he simply ignored them. He couldn’t bring himself to tell them he’d be meeting the same fate because everyone had the same questions. ‘Who is it Jisung? Maybe if we tell them.’ No one noticed how Jisung loved you. 

He stood alongside your family, as guests came and went paying their respects to your family, him as your lifelong best friend included. Chan came up first, said a few words to everyone before he disappeared back into the crowd. Seungmin and Jeonging were next. Minho and Changbin followed after. When Jisung had spotted Hyunjin making his way up slowly to your family he half expected his girlfriend to be following along, but she made no appearance. You never did give his name to your family. You didn’t want them to blame him. 

Jisung wanted to blame him, but he knew he couldn’t. Hyunjin just didn’t know. It wasn’t a lack of caring, it was the complete lack of knowledge and Jisung couldn’t blame him for that. 

“My name is Hwang Hyunjin,” he said softly, “I’m-” he choked on his words, “I did it to her-” he sobbed, bringing his hands up to cover his face as he hid in shame from your family, “I didn’t know- I swear- If I had-” your mother places a hand on his shoulder, in attempt to comfort him, 

“It wasn’t your fault,” was all she could say as Hyunjin sobbed. Jisung excuses himself from your family, motioning for Hyunjin to follow him. The two of them find an empty hallway to talk in. 

“Jisung?” Hyunjin sniffles, as he tries to wipe away his tears that seemingly won’t stop. 

“I watched her fall in love with you Hyunjin. I watched her love you with everything she had in her.” Jisung coughs, it hurts to cough up the tiny followers you loved so much. Would he be the next to go? Probably. Hyunjin’s eyes grow wide as he watches the dainty petals fall from Jisung’s lips. Tiny blue and purple petals- covered in spit and blood.

Jisung was tired. He was so tired.  

“You know she hid it from us all? She died alone Hyune,” He takes a deep breath in, Hyunjin could see the way Jisung struggles to breathe- two people. Two people in his life with the same disease, how could he have been so blind to it? 

“I-” Hyunjin stutters, it was his fault. It was all his fault. “I didn’t know- If I had known Jisung- I could have-”  

“That’s not how love works Hyunjin and you know it. She didn’t tell you because she didn’t want you to pity her, she didn’t tell you because she didn’t want you to force yourself to love her because she was dying.” Jisung lets out another loud cough. “I’m sorry you know?” 

“Sorry?” Hyunjin mutters, “For what? I should be the one apologizing.” 

“For saying it was your fault she died-” Jisung sighs, “It wasn’t, I should have noticed but it wasn’t your fault. She hid it for a reason.” 

“You know, the worst part is- I can’t win in this situation,” Hyunjin sighs as he leans against the wall, sinking down to the ground. “If I had known she liked me, I’d have asked her out-” Jisung looks to him confused, “I always thought she just saw me as a friend- as someone she was close to- never- as someone she could love like that.” Jisung watches as Hyunjin takes out a crumpled piece of paper out of his coat pocket, “Didn’t know till she wrote it all out and she was gone. Should have seen Jisu’s reaction when she found out.” 

“How is she by the way?” Jisung asks, 

“Wouldn’t know, we broke up. Couldn’t be with her after I killed someone- She couldn’t handle knowing her friend died because of me either. She liked Y/N a lot. They weren’t that close but she liked her.” Hyunjin shakily hands over the piece of paper to Jisung. 

Hyunjin, 

Where do I even start? I guess, I start with I’m sorry. Probably should have told everyone sooner. I hope you’re not blaming yourself. If you are- please don’t. Please, please don’t. It’s not your fault. You know, since they told me I had the gene, I was warned. Warned to keep my heart guarded, warned to keep myself safe, not to love just anyone. I don’t regret it you know? I don’t at all. I couldn’t help it. I didn’t expect you to tear down those walls I had so quickly, but still, I don’t regret letting you in. 

I guess you probably have a lot of questions huh? 

Firstly yes, your shirtlessness when we first met did traumatise me :) kidding. But seriously. I’m sure you have so many questions that I wish I could just answer for you but- they’re a bit complicated.  So ill answer the ones I can think of right now, 

Does it hurt? Unfortunately. These kinds of flowers are, beautiful. Truly a symbol of love, but also dangerous and-, I can feel them in my lungs. It does hurt but it's bearable. 

How long? I think the first time I coughed up a petal was when you first asked out Jisu. How long had I been into you? Well, I’m not sure, to be honest. I think I took a liking to you after we had met, but I definitely knew when we would spend days together in your studio and I’d watch you get lost in your canvass. (I hope you’re still painting, by the way, you’re so talented. Don’t ever stop please.) 

Am I scared? Terribly. I wish I told one of you sooner so I don’t have to do this alone- Jinnie I’m terrified.

Why didn’t I tell you? For a lot of reasons but honestly, because you looked so happy with Jisu! Gosh, I hope you two are okay right now- selfish of me to be confessing to you over a letter after I straight up died, but honestly, wholeheartedly I hope the two of you are happy! You deserve to love and be loved. I’ve never met anyone who sees so much beauty in falling in love- who thinks of it in such a fairytale way. You deserve to be happy, so I guess that’s why I didn’t say anything. She loves you, and you her. And knowing that you’re happy makes it easier for me to leave. 

Jisung pushes the paper back to Hyunjin, he can’t read anymore. 

“You know, she ended it with ‘I love you Jinnie, live happily for me, and love strongly for me’ and I couldn’t even do that for her,” Hyunjin says softly, Jisung could tell he was breaking inside. Jisung could also tell he’d read through that letter like his life depended on it, like it would keep him grounded. 

“You have time to live happily Hyune- to love for her. You still have time,” Jisung says, 

“What about you-” Hyunjin could feel the tears threatening to breach again, he couldn’t lose another person. Maybe he could help Jisung, maybe he could do something- anything to save him. 

“They can’t love me back.” He sighs, “It’s fine.” 

“Who is it?” Hyunjin asks, “Maybe we could talk to them or something. We both saw how not saying anything ends, maybe if we just get you to talk to-”

“I can’t Hyunjin,” Jisung says somewhat aggressively, “She can never love me back, it was too late even before-”

“No- Maybe they can! Maybe we can-” Hyunjin panics as he cuts off Jisung, he can’t lose his best friend, he can’t. “We- we can-” 

“HYUNJIN SHES DEAD. SHE CAN’T.” Jisung shouts, and it clicks for Hyunjin, “Sorry. I shouldn’t have yelled, you’re scared and hurting. I know you just want to help but-” Jisung choked as he coughed, “There’s no helping this one and I think what hurts the most Hyune- is that loving you killed her faster than loving her is killing me," Jisung sighs, 

"What do you mean?" 

"I found her in full bloom. She had a rose bush growing inside her, thorns and all" Jisung sighs, “Roses out of her mouth, and chest- You know people romanticize it like it’s some beautiful display, but no one seems to remember how much blood comes with your chest bursting with flowers.” Jisung shutters. 

"R-roses.." Hyunjin stutters

"Yeah- fuck I shouldn’t have said that- sorry." 

"No- I just- wish I knew sooner." Hyunjin is about to burst, with more tears. He knows what Jisung is saying isn’t to place blame on him, but to help him understand what he was going through- what you went through, he also knew Jisung didn’t always know how to explain his feelings fully- but it didn’t make it hurt any less, it didn’t make him blame himself any less either  "What about you then-"

"Forget me not’s. small, but invasive. they spread fast - definitely not as painful as a rose but- still they hurt.  I’ll have them removed soon.” Jisung sighs, 

“You’re gonna do the surgery?” Hyunjin looks to Jisung, like he has some sort of hope in his eyes, and it kills Jisung inside, but he simply nods. 

It was getting harder to breathe as he stared down at the contract. Jisung knew this would be it. Removing them would only lead to him forgetting you. Forgetting how he loved you. Forgetting your smile, your laugh. How when you were happy you’d scrunch your nose. Or when you were upset or sad or had too much on your mind your leg would bounce subtly. 

Would Hyunjin had noticed all of these things? 

God. Jisung thought to himself. He should have just told you. 

He stared down at the contract once more, A violent coughing fit threatened to breach but he knew it wouldn’t ever feel better. The roots were already too far gone, hugging his lungs tight. Every day he could feel the small purple and blue forget-me-nots making their way up his throat threatening to burst out of his chest and mouth in full bloom. 

Slowly he rises from his seat. 

It’s time. 

Jisung never did sign the contract. Opting to go home. Lay down. And hug your sweater and one other thing that reminded him of you. 

“You always said you’d follow me to the ends of the earth” You smiled, a gentle one at him as get let out a breath. “Lets go?” and he did, he followed you to the ends of the earth. 

Hyunjin couldn’t even scream, something blocked out the screams he so desperately wanted to let out. His heart shattered. He could feel the physical pain of it breaking within his chest.

 Hyunjin found Jisung clutching a photo of you and him as kids. On the back, in pen, he had written his last words. 

If I have to let you go, I’d rather be dead.

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Han misses you

Hi everyone!

I do plan on making a birthday post between the sunshine twins (Han and Felix) and y/n. However, my stupid little brain wants to make it sexual but i want the story in general to be fluffy and sweet. So I'm battling my demons but by either today or at the latest tomorrow.

Love you all,

Sakura 🌸