oh boy not enough just broke me completely I'm--- I HATE it when love's just not enough :( I love how you added fluff between parts, that was cute. Ugh I'm sad but satisfied. Guess that's what I get for checking the bang Chan angst tag 😭
aaaa!!! tysm 🥺🥺🥺 it means a lot to me since i don’t really write angsty stuff a lot!!
and yea, loving someone without loving them enough to stay with them is arguably one of the suckiest things in existence dikeskek
also!! i kinda make edits and stuff occasionally and this is what i’ve got so far. it’s a few wallpapers, a lockscreen and some twitter headers!! and a transparent chan pfp uwu
so like,, if you wanna use them, feel free too!! and let me know if you like this kind of stuff or if you want me to make some for you!! yep yep that’s all aaa
Genre: Angst with a lil bit of fluff? mostly angst tho
Words: ~3k
Break-up AU
or in which love sometimes isn’t enough
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Your hand reaches for the other side of your bed, feeling the soft silk of the cold pillow lying next to you, lonely, abandoned. It doesn’t even smell like him in here anymore. When did he come by the last time? You can’t remember.
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“Good morning, beautiful.” Chan opened the door to your bedroom, croissants and coffee in his hands. The soft sun rays of the morning sun hit your face, tickling you awake. You give him a sleepy smile, pulling your blanket closer, trying to keep the comfortable warmth of your bed. “Good morning, love. What you got there?” you ask, making Chan smile shyly. “Breakfast. I went to the small bakery around the corner and prepared some coffee. Want to eat here or in the kitchen?” he replies. “No. Cuddles, please.” you reach out for your boyfriend, making him laugh lovingly at your cute antics. “My baby wants some cuddles, huh? Who am I to say no to you?” he cooed at you before slipping under your blanket, pulling your warm body close to him. “How late is it, Channie? Don’t you have to go to the studio?” you ask, nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck, inhaling his scent. “No~” he whines, snuggling even closer to you, “I don’t want to leave. Want to stay here.” You pat his soft hair, giving him a peck on his cheek. “I’ll wait for you here. Come on, I’m sure the other members are waiting. Get out, baby.” you push him out of your embrace.
“Fine, I’ll see you later then, Y/N. I love you.” he kissed you goodbye.
“I love you, too.”
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You rub the tiredness out of your eyes as a big sigh leaves your lips. You pick up your phone and hover above your latest chats. No new messages. You tap on Chan’s chat to read your messages once again.
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Y/N [Tuesday, 5:20 PM]: Are you coming over today? I can order take-out for us
Y/N [Tuesday, 9:31 PM]: Good night, baby. I love you.
Y/N [Wednesday, 8:30 AM]: Hey, are you busy today? I want to see you.
Y/N [Yesterday, 10:33 PM]: I miss you
[Read: Yesterday. 10:40 PM]
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Your phone locks with a quiet click. You get up and drag yourself into the kitchen. The cold air hits your bare arms and you hurriedly close the open window, shielding you from the cold winter air. You turn on the stove to make some of Chan’s favourite food, which is honestly just anything edible. He’s just too busy, you tell yourself. You need to get his mind off of things, take him into your arms. You throw some meat into the frying pan, trying to push the sting in your chest away.
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“Oh? What’re you doing there?” Chan asks, wrapping his arms around you from behind, putting his chin on your shoulder to get a better look. “Food. You basically snacked on everything you could find in my apartment for the last 30 minutes, so I figured my baby is hungry.” you turned around to press a soft kiss to his cheek. “Wow, are you trying to make me propose to you? It smells great, my baby is a great cook.” he praised you, drawing figure eights into the sides of your hip. “Chan, I’m boiling water. What are you smelling that’s so delicious, huh?” you laughed. “I was trying to be cute, okay? Do you need help with anything? Need me to chop some vegetables or something?” he took one of the big knives from your kitchen counter, rolling up his sleeves to showcase how ready he was for this. “I would love that. But maybe try using the right knife.” you said, handing him the smaller knife you used to cut vegetables. Chan took the knife with an embarrassed smile on his face, taking out some scallions to get to work. “As you wish, chef.”
“Wait! You need to wash them, first!”
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You put the food into a container, packing it up neatly, putting on something warm to head out for the studio. You took small steps towards your destination, dreading your arrival. You were dying to see your boyfriend, hug him, kiss him. You didn’t know what it was, but something in you told you to go back home. Your body seemed to become heavier with every step you took towards the building, your stomach feeling as if you swallowed a ton of stones. You tighten the grip on the little package you prepared for Chan, trying to shake off these weird feelings.
The employee greeted you with a warm smile, leading you to the elevator that would bring you to the studio. You pressed the button to the right floor, worrying your lip between your teeth. Why did you feel so nervous about this? You used to come by almost every day, hanging out with the members, keeping Chan company while he was producing. Why did you feel so out of place now? You stood in front of the door, contemplating if you should knock or just leave again.
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“Hey, guys! Missed me?” you asked. Chan and the rest of 3Racha were all hunched over the computer, trying to compose some new songs. “Y/N! Hey, of course we missed you. Chan is hiding you too much from us, so selfish.” Changbin shouted dramatically, jogging over to you.”What are you talking about, Bin? She’s here all the time. You just saw her two days ago! Hey, baby.” Chan waved at you cutely, puffing out his cheeks at Changbin’s accusations. “Hey, I missed you.” you walked over to him, pressing a small kiss to his lips, your eyes crinkling from the smile that appeared on your face the second you saw him. Chan felt the same way, smiling into the kiss, enjoying your presence around him. It was like this every time. You both lighted up each others world, all the worries of a stressful day subsiding as soon as you shared something as simple as a kiss.
“Ew, get a room. Why do my innocent eyes have to see this every day?” Jisung complained, throwing a pillow at Chan and you, making you giggle. “You’re just jealous, Han. Get off my dick and get a girlfriend instead.” Chan teased him, earning an exaggerated sigh from Jisung. “I’m not jealous! I’m just not a fan of your PDA.” he explained, making Changbin laugh. “What’s so funny, midget?” he narrowed his eyes at the smaller boy. “You’re the king of PDA, you don’t even need a relationship for that. You really should get a girlfriend, squirrel boy.” he replied, making Jisung pout. “You all love my cuddles! Don’t even try to deny it, right Y/N?” he looked at you, eyes pleading for you to back him up. “Of course, Sungie. We all love your cuddles.” you reassured him before turning your attention back to Chan. “Anyways, are you hungry? I prepared a little something.” you said, raising the package you prepared earlier. “Alright, now I am jealous.” Changbin said, looking at the big box of delicacies you placed in front of your boyfriend. Chan’s eyes lit up, giving you a little peck on the lips.
“Thank you baby, I’m the luckiest guy in the world.”
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“Hey” you said quietly, averting your gaze to the floor you were standing on. Chan didn’t even turn around to look at you. “What are you doing here?” he asked, too focused on his computer screen to pay any attention to you. “You haven’t come around for a while. I missed you.” you said, hope spilling from your voice. “Yeah, I noticed that. I’m busy though, could you come back another time? Thanks.” he replied coldly, his tone making you flinch. “Ah, I see..” you said, taking a few steps closer to him. “You’re working too much, baby. You should take a little break, I made some food for y-” “Y/N, I said I’m busy, is that so hard to understand?” he cut you off, turning around to look at you. “I-I know but, I thought-” you stammered, feeling intimidated by the tension in the room. “Yeah? Well, you should stop thinking so much then. Just leave me alone for once, you’re so goddamn clingy, it’s annoying.” he went on, not even noticing how your eyes got watery. “I understand.” you sniffled, trying to compose yourself. “I’ll leave you to your work then.” you said with a strained voice, putting the box of food down on the table before scurrying out of the studio.
As the door clicked shut behind you, you leaned against the wall, letting out the tears you tried to hold back oh so desperately. Your chest got heavier with every breath you took. You just wanted to disappear right then and there.
Chan got up from his chair slowly, taking the box you left in his hands. He felt the soft fabric you wrapped around it, a big sigh leaving his lips.
“I fucked up.” he said, quietly, taking out his phone.
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You were sitting on a bench in one of the busy streets, looking up at the sky. The stars twinkled above you, lighting up the pitch black night sky. “Hey, baby, I’m back. Are you cold?” Chan asked, holding two cups of coffee in his hands. “Hey. Yes, a bit. Thank you.” you took one of the cups, pressing it to your cold cheek. Chan sat down beside you, pressing a light kiss to your hair. “It’s warmer now that we’re together, right?” he said, putting one of his arms around you. “Wow, cheesy.” you replied, giggling, making Chan look at the floor, smiling shyly. “Maybe, but I can’t help it. You make me say cheesy things.” “How so?” you looked at him, leaning into his touch. “I don’t know. When I’m with you I’m so happy, I can’t help saying this weird stuff. I guess I just really fell for you.” he replied, looking into your eyes, making you blush. “I guess that makes two of us.” you whispered to yourself. “I hope all of this never passes.” you said, looking at Chan softly.
“It won’t. I will love you forever, I promise.”
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You sat down on the bench, holding a cup of coffee in your hands. The coldness seeped into your body, making you feel numb. You took a small sip of your coffee, wincing at the bitterness of it. Your phone was buzzing for a while now, demanding for you to take it out of your pocket.
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Channie~ [8:19 PM]: Y/N, are you home?? open the door please, we need to talk
Channie~ [8:23 PM]: where are you? i didn’t mean it, please reply
Channie~ [8:29 PM]: are you giving me the silent treatment now? wow
Channie~ [8:32 PM]: ffs Y/N please! i’m sorry, just reply
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You stared at the messages, a sad smile forming on your lips. So now he’s texting you, huh?
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Channie~ [8:40 PM]: i’m gonna wait in front of your apartment until you talk to me
Y/N [8:41 PM]: no, leave
Channie~ [8:42 PM]: no, we need to talk
Y/N [8:44 PM]: i have nothing to say to you
Channie~ [8:45 PM]: then listen to me!
Y/N [8:48 PM]: i don’t want to, not now
Channie~ [8:48 PM]: tomorrow then? at the café? please.
Y/N [8:55 PM]: fine. leave.
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The way to your apartment didn’t take you long. You stood in front of your door, still smelling Chan’s perfume, his presence still lingering in the air.
You pull the blanket over your body, pushing your face into your pillow, trying to silence your crying. Was this your fault? Did you ask for too much? Did you make him turn into what he had become over the past years? Maybe your love just wasn’t enough. Maybe you weren’t enough for him to keep loving you. Maybe he never really loved you. Your eyes were burning from the amount of tears that poured out of them. Every breath you took hurt, feeling as if your lungs would rip at any given second.
After what felt like hours in this position, your tears finally stopped. You were completely drained, exhausted, tired.
The sun harshly shines in your face, making you flinch away from it. You got up and looked at yourself in the mirror. You looked like shit. Your eyes were red and puffy from crying, your hair was a mess, your skin looked pale and dead. You put your hair in a loose bun and wrapped yourself in a few layers of clothes, but you didn’t stop shivering. The coldness wouldn’t leave your body.
You arrived at the almost empty café not too long after, squeezing yourself into one of the empty booths. You absentmindedly flipped through the menu, ordering a coffee without even looking up at the waiter. It was as if you were on autopilot, not paying attention to any of your surroundings, until you heard the soft ringing of the doorbell.
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You were sitting at one of the tables, fixing your hair excitedly. It was your second date with Chan, and you couldn’t wait to finally see him. Him being a little late only added onto your nervousness until you heard someone running through the door, huffing for air. “Hey, Y/N! I’m sorry for being late. Did I make you wait for a long time?” he said breathlessly. His cheeks were red, be it from running so fast, the cold air outside, or because you looked stunning in the soft morning light. “Don’t worry about it, I didn’t wait that long.” you giggled. “But are you going to keep standing there or will you sit down with me?” you asked, looking up at Chan, who was still trying to catch his breath. “Oh, I- sure.” he laughed, taking the seat across from you. “You look beautiful, Y/N.” he said, his face glowing with happiness. “Thank you, you look.. a little short on air?” you laughed, making him grin sheepishly. “Sorry, I just got out of the studio. It won’t happen again, I promise.” he explained, taking your hand in his. His touch sent waves of electricity through your whole body. The two of you would often go to this café from this day on, almost making it your own little morning ritual.
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“Y/N?”
You snapped out of your daze, looking up to find Chan. His appearance resembled your own, his eyes red, his voice raspy from crying. You acknowledged his presence with a small nod of your head, gesturing for him to sit down. “First of all, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said this stuff. I didn’t mean one bit of it, I’m such an idiot, honestly. You’re not annoying, please forgive me one more time. I love you.” he said, his hands reaching for yours, trying to look into your eyes.
“Is that all?” you asked, moving your hands away from his. His eyes filled with worry and fear, confused by your reaction.
“Yes? I mean it. I really do, Y/N.” he said, his hands still reaching out for you.
“No, you don’t.” you say, coldly. “The problem is not what you said yesterday. It’s not just ‘the past few weeks’. I do believe that you love me, Chan. I really do. And I really love you, too. Even after all this, I still love you.” You felt like crying, but your eyes refused to spill more tears. You were empty. “But we can’t go on like this. I can’t go on like this. This isn’t the first time you pushed me away, and you know it. It’s not the first time you discarded me like trash. And maybe you’re right, maybe I’m too clingy.” you explained calmly, folding your hands. “No. No, this isn’t right. This isn’t what I wanted! Y/N, please, listen to me.” He sounded desperate. His eyes teared up, the pain in his throat intensifying. “Chan, please.” you looked up at him, your eyes laced with pain. “I can’t do this anymore. It hurts too much.” “But you love me! And I love you. Please, don’t do this. We can work through this, together.” he rambled, his tears finally flowing down his cheeks. Seeing him like this hurt. Every tear that fell from his eyes felt like a dagger to your heart. But this was for the best. This had to stop. “Let’s break up, Chan.” you said, your voice finally cracking. His sobs came to an end, his head hanging low. “Please.” he said, his voice merely above a whisper, “Please don’t leave me. I will change, I promise. I’ll do anything.”
“I’m sorry.” you said, watching his tears fall onto the table before leaving.
A/N: can anyone tell how whipped i am for this boy? skjadkas god, writing for him was SO hard, i actually wanna die dsjkas but,,, anyways,, enjoy my sap i guess uwu
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Falling for Han Jisung was the best thing that ever happened to you. Stealing glances at him whenever he passed you in the hallways made your heart flutter. Seeing him in one of your shared classes improved every single one of your days. Occasionally being teamed up on a project made you question how one person could possibly be this lucky. Even just thinking about him made you feel so many things, you didn’t believe you could be any happier. That was until one of his friends, Hwang Hyunjin, who dated one of your close friends, told you to meet him after school.
But of course it wasn’t Hyunjin who wanted to see you. In front of you a nervous Jisung was standing, with red cheeks and a heart beating as fast as your own. Seeing him fiddle with his fingers made you visibly swoon, observing him for a bit, trying to calm your heart before you talked to him.
Pressing your back to the wall to hide your presence, you caught his shaky voice speaking words of encouragement to himself. “Come on, Han Jisung! You can do this. You’re great, you’re handsome. You totally got this, bro. You’re not nervous at all.” He blew some of his hot breath on his freezing hands, creating a white cloud doing so, before stuffing them in the pockets of his oversized hoodie. He looked around like a lost puppy, scanning the area for a sign of you. “Wait, did she stand me up? Why would you do this to me, Y/N?” he whined, dragging your name out cutely.
“Do what to you?” you giggled, finally walking up to him. Jisung looked like a deer caught in headlights, “Y/N, hey! Nothing, I was just- wait. How long have you been here already? Did you hear.. anything?” “Hear anything? No, of course not.” you saw him visibly relax upon hearing this. “Except for you being great, and handsome, and totally not nervous at all.” you added, making Jisung cringe in front of you. “Oh god. Oh my god, this is so embarrassing, I-” he crouched down on the floor, putting his hands in front of his face, hiding from you. “It wasn’t supposed to go like this! I wanted to be cool and smooth when I do it!”
“Do what, Jisung?” you tilted your head at him, putting on a confused face. “Stop teasing me! You know what I’m talking about!” “No? I have no idea, like at all.” you looked at him expectantly, urging him to say what he wanted to say. After a lot more complaining, Jisung finally got up and prepared to go through with his actual plan. “Alright, Y/N. Even though this didn’t go the way I wanted it to and I don’t look cool at all anymore, I still want to-” “Yes!” you squealed out immediately. “Y/N! You said you didn’t know! Why would you torture me like this if you knew all along?” he started whining again, making you giggle. “Because it’s fun! And you’re really cute when you’re like this, you know?” His cheeks turned a deeper shade of red immediately. “Ah, stop! Don’t call me cute! I already regret this.” he pouted. “Aw, so no date? Bummer.” “Don’t even think about it, missy. Tomorrow. I’ll pick you up at 6! See ya!” he said, running off with a big grin on his face.
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Y/N [5:38 PM]: come on!! tell me where we’re going (◕‸ ◕✿)
Jisungie ♡ [5:39 PM]: nono, it’s a surprise (〃 ω 〃)
Y/N [5:39 PM]: please!! what am i supposed to wear if idk where we’re going? give me a hint ‘ ᵔ ‘
You plopped back onto your couch, frustrated with Jisung’s secrecy. You stared at the outfits you put out to possibly wear, playing every possible scenario in your head. Would you be overdressed in a pretty dress? But a shirt and pants might be too casual. Should you just wear a skirt? After a few minutes your phone rings again.
Jisungie ♡ [5:45 PM]: something comfy! i’ll be there in 10 (⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄)⁄
A big smile spread on your face, rushing to your closet.
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You already went to the front door, checking your appearance one last time in the big mirror, organizing some strands of hair when you heard steps in front of your door. The noise outside caught your attention, so you decided to take a look through the peephole. Once again you were met with a nervous Jisung, trying to fix himself before knocking on your door. “Hey baby~ did you wai- god no, this is awful.” he cleared his throat. “Hey, Y/N. Wow, you look great today! I mean, you always look great, not just today. I didn’t mean to imply you’re ugly on other days or something like that. What am I even saying?” he took a shaky breath. “Alright, here goes.” he said, raising his hand to knock on your door, only to be met with you opening the door before he could do so. You looked at him with a sly smile on your face, realization hitting him pretty fast.
“I embarrassed myself again, didn’t I? I need to stop doing this, really.” he sighed, a shy little smile on his lips. “Don’t worry, I like that about you. So, are you gonna tell me where we’re going now? Or are you gonna leave me in the dark, still?” you took his hand and marched off.
Wow, he thought to himself. You really were something else. He would never get used to the way you eased his mind after making a fool out of himself while at the same time making his heart race. “Wait, our ride is right there!” he reminded himself, rushing around the corner, making you chase after him. “Our.. ride? Jisung, what the hell.” you laughed, seeing him sit on his bike proudly, waving you over. “Milady, would you like to take your seat on this fine vehicle of mine?” he patted the spot behind him. Giggling, you walked over to him, sitting behind him and stuffing your hands in his pockets. “You’re an idiot, you know that?” you said, making him smile. “You said you like it, remember?” he gave you one of his earbuds, putting the other one into his ear. “Adventure time, let’s go!”
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While driving to the destination, which was still unknown to you, Jisung was singing along to every song on the playlist he created especially for this occasion. Sappy love songs, one cuter than the other.
“You can be my It-Girl, you’re my biggest hit, girl~” “You have a really pretty singing voice, I like it.” you said, making him stutter. “Where did that come from? Haha, sing along with me!” “God no, let’s not destroy the song.” you chuckled. “Come on, please? It’s more fun if we both sing. There’s nobody here, no one will hear you. Just sing.” he said before continuing his singing. He put one of his hands inside his pocket, holding yours in it and giving it a firm squeeze to encourage you. You don’t know why, but being with Jisung really did give you courage. Maybe because he seemed to be so talented and confident in everything. Or maybe because you felt so happy being with him, that you didn’t have time to actually worry about something. But his touch felt like flying, he gave your heart wings and before you knew, you closed your eyes and sang along to his voice. It felt whole, beautiful, just perfect. It felt like the world was just spinning for the two of you in this exact moment, just so you could hug Han Jisung, hold his hand, sing with him. You made a silent wish to the stars that this moment, these feelings, would never pass. And so did Jisung.
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“Madame, we have arrived.” Jisung says, stopping the music. “Oh god, Jisung. Are you serious?” you looked at the big amusement park in front of you, a shiver going through your body just thinking about all the roller coasters he was probably going to drag you into. “What’s wrong? You don’t like it? It’s gonna be fun, I promise!” he said cheerfully, taking your hand. “No, that’s not it. I’m just terrified of roller coasters. Like, actually terrified, oh god.” you stated, clinging onto his hand. “Don’t worry Y/N, there’s nothing to be scared of. I’m here with you.” “Oh, so you’re going to protect me, big boy?” you smiled, actually calming down a bit by what he said. “Count on it, I totally will.” he said, dragging you into the roller coaster.
A few minutes later, when the ride came to a stop again, you found yourself being crushed by a shaking Jisung, holding onto you for dear life. “Oh god, i-is it over? This was horrible, absolutely frightening, what WAS that?” he rambled on, not even attempting to get up. “Jisung, calm down. It’s over, you big baby. Also, I can’t breathe.” you giggled, finding him absolutely endearing. And even though Jisung did a terrible job at actually protecting you, his not-so-manly screams throughout the whole ride made you laugh too much to actually be scared of it. After one of the employees peeled Jisung off of you and out of the seat he was glued to, the two of you went for some drinks to calm him down. “Woah, let’s never, EVER, do that again, okay? Roller coasters suck.” he said, taking a sip of his americano. “I told you they’re terrifying! You should’ve listened to me, idiot.” “Yes, yes. You were right. Happy?” he said, giggling. “God, all the screaming made me hungry. Want to get some snacks over there?” he asked, tugging on your hand. You didn’t even realize you were holding hands this entire time, and the warmth of his touch went right to your cheeks. “Sure, let’s go.” you said, avoiding his gaze. And Jisung loved it. He found it absolutely adorable, the way you suddenly got so shy about something you’ve been doing for the whole duration of the date. While completely getting lost in his thoughts, just admiring your beauty, a bubble popped on his nose, emitting a surprised “Oh?” from him. As the both of you look up, you find yourself in a beautiful storm of bubbles, swirling and dancing around you. You excitedly let go of Jisung’s hand and chased the bubbles flying around, dancing with them, trying to pop them and laughing like a little child. Watching you, Jisung wondered how he got this lucky. You were the most beautiful girl he had ever seen, his chest got warm and fuzzy and the only thing he felt in this moment was pure happiness. “Come on, Jisung! They said we can make bubbles, too!” you said, dragging him along with you.
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“God, I’m exhausted. That was so much fun!” you said, sitting down on the bench with a bottle of water. Jisung plopped down beside you, taking the bottle from you and taking a big sip himself. “It really was. The people were so nice, too.” he said out of breath, looking at you. “What do you want to do next?” “Get those snacks,” you said, “I’m starving.” “Cotton candy?” he asked, raising a brow at you. “Yes!” you said cheerfully, jumping up and down.
“One big cotton candy, please.” Jisung said to the woman in the little shop, giving you a soft smile. “Of course, what color would you two like?” the woman asked, looking fondly at the two of you. “Pink!” the both of you said at the same time, followed by amused laughter. “One big, pink cotton candy! Coming right up. Your girlfriend is really cute, young man. Treat her well.” she winked at Jisung. “Oh I’m no-” “I know, right! She’s the cutest girl ever, right? Thank you!” he took the snack from the woman, giving her a big tip before taking your hand again and running off with you. “What was that about, Jisung?” you laughed, looking at him curiously. “What do you mean?” he asked, taking a big bite out of the huge, sugary cloud. “Why didn’t you tell her I’m not your girlfriend. We’re still on a date.” you giggled, surprised that he’s pulling your own trick on you. “Well, my dear Y/N, isn’t that obvious?” he pointed the cotton candy at you. “It’s because I’m planning on changing that fact as fast as possible.” he said, confidently, making a big grin appear on your face. “Oh, really? I’m looking forward to it.” you said, biting into the snack that was still held in your face.
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As the date went on, people started to leave the amusement park. The sun was long gone, revealing a lot of pretty stars above the two of you. Jisung and you just walked around the park, talking about your interests, friends, childhood stories. Time was flying as the two of you couldn’t stop laughing. “Wait, you two actually were about to fight? Like, an actual fight?” “Yes, I swear! God, I hated Hyunjin’s guts. We really didn’t get along at all to the point we would just make an arrangement to tolerate eachother and pretend to be on good terms around our friends.” he explained to you. “So how did you end up being that close then?” you asked, making Jisung break into a soft smile. “I don’t know. I guess somewhere along the way we noticed we weren’t actually that different. We share a lot of interests, we’re both really passionate about music, for example! I didn’t even know that about him before. He’s really important to me now.” “That’s beautiful. You’re interested in music? Do you do more than just singing with that beautiful voice of yours?” you nudged him with your elbow, reminding him of the little serenading he did for you on your way here. He started giggling, thinking of the cheesy songs he sang to you. “Yes. I like rapping a lot. I also produce my own music with my friends, but.. it’s nothing special, really.” “I would love to hear it sometime.” you said earnestly, making him look at you with sparkly eyes. “Really? You mean it?” he asked you, looking really excited. “I do. I want to know about everything that excites you. Also, I could listen to you singing for hours, so it’s a win-win.” you giggled.
As you walked on, you saw a vending machine with lots of plushies inside. Jisung dragged you towards it, making you screech from the sudden pull. “Let me win you a plushie!” he said excitedly, making you laugh. “Jisung, this is such a waste of money. It’s really hard to win one, we’re just gonna throw in a lot of money and get frustrated.” you tried to reason, but Jisung didn’t listen at all. “Please, come on. It’s a date, I HAVE to win you something. What kind of date would it be if I didn’t. Which one do you want?” he asked. “You watch too many rom-coms, Jisung. It’s perfectly okay not to win something for your date!” “Which one~” he dragged the last word out cutely, stomping his feet, trying to convince you. “Fine, fine. This one.” you pointed to a squishy little plushie on the left, kind of resembling a squirrel. “I’m on it! I’m gonna win this, just watch.” he said, focusing on the money eating machine in front of him.
10 minutes and 24 bucks later, he groaned out frustratedly. “Is this plushie stuck? Why isn’t it coming out. Come on, I’m gonna get you.” he said, trying to intimidate the soft little animal trapped inside the machine. “Jisung! Stop, you’re going to be completely broke if you continue like this.” you tried to reason again, making Jisung whine. “One last try, please? We can do it together, come here.” he pulled you by your hand. You rolled your eyes at his stubbornness but agreed, hoping that he would stop after this try. You put your hand on the little stick that controls the machine and Jisung covered it with yours, feeling how cold your fingers were already. He really tried for a long time for you to be that cold, huh? “On the count of three, okay?” he looked at you with apologetic eyes. “One, two, three!” You pressed the button to make the machine stop and grab something together. You suddenly got really excited, closing your eyes because you didn’t want to see if you failed again or not. A few seconds later you felt Jisungs hand leave yours, making you pout. “Milady, we did it.” he said, squishing the soft plushie to your cheeks, making you jump in excitement. “Yay! We did it, Jisung! We got it!” you shouted, happiness radiating from your face, lighting up Jisungs world. “The power of our love, am I right?” he said, smiling at you, making both of you laugh. “Okay, no, this was horrible. Sorry. Want to go home?” he asked. You nodded to that, trying to take his hand again. “Oh, wait.” he said, to which you replied with a puzzled look on your face. All of a sudden he took off his hoodie, throwing it in your face. “You really have to work through every cliché, huh? What’s this for? You’re going to be cold, Jisung.” you laughed. “N-no. I’m not cold, I’m a man.” he said, shaking. You raised your brow at him, looking amused. “Oh really? You’re not cold at all?” “Just wear it. Y/N! Please! I’m trying to be a gentleman here.” he whined. “Fine, I’ll wear it. Dork.”
After you put it on, Jisung took your hand again, leading you to the exit. “Let me escort you home, miss.” he said, pointing to his bike. “Why thank you, good sir.” you replied, waiting for him to get on and claim your place behind him, holding your plushie in one hand and snaking the other one around his torso.
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You never dreaded coming home as much as you did today. “We’re there, Y/N.” Jisung said, getting off the bike with you. You both looked at eachother with a pout on your faces, not wanting to end the day yet. “So.. did you have fun today? I know, it didn’t really go the way I planned it, but-” “I loved it.” you interrupted him, looking at him with sparkly eyes. “Really? I’m glad.” he responded, a soft smile playing on his lips. “So, did my plan work out?” he asked, looking at you directly. “Plan? What plan?” you asked, confusion evident on your face. “Are you teasing me again?” he whined, squirming in front of you, making you laugh. “I’d love to say yes, but no. What plan are you talking about?” you said, looking at him expectantly. “The plan of making you my girlfriend, dummy.” he smiled at you shyly, warmth rising to his cheeks. “Oh. That plan.” you replied, mirroring the blush on his face. “I don’t know, you didn’t really ask me yet.” you said, looking into his eyes. He took a step closer to you, looking back into yours. “So, Y/N, would you like to be my girlfriend, please?” he asked, holding his breath while waiting for your answer. He looked beautiful like this. The moonlight hitting one side of his face, his eyes shining, you being the only thing they see. You took one more step towards him and pressed your lips onto his, both of you closing your eyes. Time seemed to stop and the coldness of the night subsided. His lips were soft and it felt like they were made just for you to kiss them. He tasted of coffee, cotton candy and pure happiness. After breaking the kiss both of you tried to catch your breath, laughing awkwardly. “Can I take that as a yes?” he smiled at you. “Yes. I’d love to be your girlfriend, Jisung.”
As Jisung let go of your hand and tried to leave, you stopped him. “Wait, your hoodie, let me give it back.” “No, keep it.” he said. “What? You’re going to catch a cold, you still need to drive home.” you explained, but Jisung, again, didn’t listen. “It’s a gift for my new girlfriend.” he stated, wiggling his eyebrows at you, making you laugh. “You already gave me this though.” you said, raising the little plushie you won earlier. “Two gifts are better than one! Oh, by the way. Why did you choose that plushie? There were a lot of cuter ones in there.” he asked. “Because it looks like you, see?” you pinched the little toy squirrels cheeks, “Should I call you Sungie? Yes, that’s a cute name. This is Sungie~” you cooed at the soft plushie in your hands. “Hey! That doesn’t look like me at all!” he pouted, puffing out his cheeks, resembling the plushie even more now. You started giggling at how cute he was. “Fine, call it Sungie then. I’ll get going now.” he said, giving you a quick peck on your cheek. “Text me when you’re home!” you shouted after him. “I will, don’t miss me too much, Y/N!” he shouted back, getting onto his bike. “I won’t, I have Sungie with me~” you teased, making him pout again. “Hey! Don’t love that thing more than you love me, okay? See you on Monday!” he said before driving off.
You looked after him for a few more seconds, pressing your new plushie to your chest.
As if loving someone else was even possible.
Best friends to lovers AU
or in which Y/N and Minho are both pretty big idiots.
A/N: Okay so this is literally the first thing I’ve ever written (fanfic-wise, lmao), so if anyone has any tips for improvement, I’d be more than grateful! Also, if you happen to stumble over this and actually like it, feel free to send requests my way, uwu.
"Oh come on, Y/N! You need to come, you can't run from him forever." your friend Naeun said through your closed door. She was probably right. You couldn't run from Minho forever, but that definitely wouldn't stop you from trying. The moment you saw him outside the party for the year's end, tangled up in this girl you've never seen before, your little world crumbled completely. All the hidden feelings built up over the last 10 years of your close friendship came bursting out in the form of tears streaming down your face, ruining your face for everyone to see. You can't help it. It's dumb and technically your fault for never speaking up about how you felt towards Minho, but you can't help it. It hurts seeing his face, hearing his voice, thinking about him. All the beautiful moments the two of you shared, vanished before your eyes, being replaced with the image of the boy you loved giving the affection you craved to someone else. The guilt of ignoring Minho for a solid three weeks just adding onto that. Countless missed calls, messages begging you to talk to him, tell him what he did wrong. You stare blankly at the wall in front of you, tears threatening to spill again.
"Y/N? Are you crying?" the voice covered with concern asks from behind the door.
You manage to choke out a weak "No, I'm not. I'm okay."
At this point, Naeun has had enough. She bursts into your room, a pout evident on her face. It startles you a bit before you pull the covers over your face, trying to hide your pathetic state.
"Okay, this is dumb. Get up, now!" Naeun says as she pulls at your soft blanket. "Don't wanna!" you reply, as you try to keep it in place. "Look, I know you're hurt. But Minho is still your best friend, okay? At least talk to him. It's his birthday today and you still haven't reached out to him. He's so worried and confused, please don't do this to the both of you."
You loosen your grip on the blanket as you process what your friend has said to you, making her see your puffy, red eyes and wet cheeks. "You need to get over it and try to keep him as your friend, because we both know he means so much more to you than this. Who knows, maybe you'll even meet a cute guy at the party?"
You hate to admit it, but she's probably right. You can't keep this up forever and you miss Minho. You really do. Actually, these past three weeks without him were the worst weeks of your life. Sure, you have experienced heartbreak and sadness before, but Minho was always right there by your side. Not talking to him felt like being deprived of oxygen. You just need him in your life so badly, every breath you take without him hurts you.
"Okay." you said, or rather whispered. "What?" "I said okay. You're right, I should at least try."
With that you get up, rubbing the tears out of your face and leave your room.
"Wait, where are you going?" Naeun asked with a bewildered face.
"I need to get ready for the party, or did you expect me to find a 'cute guy' looking like this?" you stated, making Naeun chuckle.
Your new solution didn't last as long as you hoped though. You did a great job at making yourself look good, well, at least presentable for a party, but as soon as you stepped foot into the house, your nerves got the best of you. Your heart started racing, even though you didn't even see Minho. The fact that you're in the same house as the boy who broke your heart without even knowing was enough to mess with you. Naeun ran straight for the little dancefloor in the living room, leaving you alone in the crowd of people attending Minho's party. It wasn't a surprise. Minho has always been one of the popular ones, for obvious reasons. Not only was he ridiculously handsome, but also funny, kind, and extremely talented. Seeing him dance makes people feel motivated, as if he lit a fire inside their hearts. His beautiful voice could calm everyone's pain, whether it be talking or singing to you. Or maybe that's just how you felt. You snapped yourself out of pining over Minho yet again. You're here for a purpose. Wish your best friend a happy birthday and finally get over the feelings you've had for way too long. So you decided to get in on the party and loosen up a bit. After drinking a few cups of cheap beer and dancing squeezed into lots of people you didn't really know, you actually started to have a bit of fun. Until someone bumped into you, too engrossed in dancing with one of the girls attending this party. This someone being Minho. Without really noticing who he bumped into, he gave you a quick ''Sorry'' and continued dancing. Your mood was ruined in a split second, making you move out of the crowd to one of the empty sofas. Watching everyone having fun you, questioned yourself why exactly you came here in the first place. Did you actually expect to be able to face him like nothing happened? To actually find someone else on his party? When he was the reason you were feeling like this? A big sigh escaped your lips as your thoughts were racing through your mind.
"What's wrong? Lost your party animal antics?" a lighthearted voice asked, as the spot besides you was taken.
"Oh, hey Seungmin. No, it's nothing, really. My head just hurts a bit." you tried to say as convincingly as possible. Seungmin faked an exasperated gasp. "Really, Y/N? You're lying to me now? What has become of our friendship? Spill the beans, someone broke your heart? Want me to punch him in the face? Who is it, spill!"
"Drop it." "Aw, come on Y/N! Don't be like that! Tell me about him!" "I said drop it." you whispered. Tears were flowing down your cheeks as you tried to suppress your sobs.
"What? No, I'm so sorry. Please, don't cry Y/N."
"What are you doing?" an angry voice shot through the apologies flooding out of Seungmin.
Upon hearing the voice, your eyes suddenly shot open. Minho was standing in front of you, clearly drunk and angry. He didn't look at you though. He stared Seungmin down, looking like he was ready to beat him up. "What? Nothing. We were just talking and-" "Cut the crap, Min. What did you do to make her cry? Tell me now, or I swear, I'm going to kill you."
The state Minho was in right now confused you. And most of all, he scared you. You've never seen him this angry before. Your hands were suddenly grabbing Minhos arms, trying to push them down. All the people at the party were staring at the drama unfolding and you felt bare before them. "Please, stop. Just stop, Minho."
Minho finally looked at your face, realising that he's just causing more pain for you. "I'm sorry, I-." His eyes panically switched between you and Seungmin, the look of a lost child on his face. "Excuse me, I need to go." he said, taking off. Before you knew it, you were dashing after him. The worry about him swallowing up all the other emotions in your mind.
"Minho, wait! Talk to me, please." Your pleads were ignored by Minho, who stormed off without looking back, out into the night. You shivered as the cold hit your naked shoulders, surging through your whole body. "Minho, please! Stop running and talk to me!"
Suddenly, he stopped walking, resulting in you nearly bumping into him. He turned around to look at your face. His eyes were filled with anger, confusion and.. sadness. So much sadness.
"So now you want to talk? Suddenly, after three weeks of ignoring me? I'm the one running?" "Minho, please listen to m-" "No! You're going to listen to me now. I really can't believe you. I've held out all this time. And I realise it was dumb for me to think that I would just have to wait and things would eventually go my way. I realise that I can't put you at fault for your feelings, okay?" "Wait, Minho, I don't understand. What are you-" You were looking for an answer to all your new-found questions in his eyes, but he just wouldn't meet yours. "I understand that you are in love with him, okay? But why did you have to leave me all alone? Did Seungmin ask you to do this? I've seen you date more than one guy over the last years, but you never left me like this. And for him to make you cry? I'm going to break every bone in this little fuc-" "Wait, what are you saying? What does Seungmin have to do with all of this? Minho, what's going on?" Minho's features softened, as a quiet sigh escaped his lips. "You can stop acting dumb now, Y/N. I want you to be happy, but it just hurts, you know? I can accept that someone else is the source of your happiness, as much as I want to be the reason you're whispering to Naeun all the time with hearts in your eyes, I can still accept it. But I thought that at least I could still be a part of your life, because I'm so fucking in love with you. I need you Y/N." His voice came out broken, just loud enough for you to hear. "Please, Y/N. I love you so much, please don't leave me." Your tears started streaming down your face again. You're so dumb. He's so, so dumb. You were both being so dumb, causing each other so much unnecessary pain. Your hands reached for his face, cupping his cheeks, forcing him to look at you. You started wiping the tears from his pretty face, studying every feature on it. His eyelashes glistened from all the tears he cried. His puffy eyes looked into yours, confusion and fear evident in them, before you closed the distance between the two of you, leaving a small kiss on his soft lips. "What? But-" he stammered. "You're such an idiot Lee Minho. Just like me." you smiled. "You're the one I was so lovestruck over. You've always been the source of my happiness. Until you.." "Until I what?" The heartbreak over Minho kissing another girl was nagging at your heart again, eating you up from inside. "The party for the year's end. I saw you.." Confusion was painted all over his face. "You saw me?" ".. with her. I saw you with her, outside." Realisation hit him like a bullet train, his eyes going wide in shock. "Oh my god. Oh no, Y/N. You weren't supposed to see that. God, I'm such an idiot. I just thought I've lost my last chance, because Seungmin is so perfect, and I'm so.. dumb." Hearing Minho ramble like this, made you chuckle. "Hey, don't laugh at me!" he pouted. "Sorry, sorry. But you're right. You're dumb. And I'm so fucking in love with you, too." He leaned in to kiss you again, both of you smiling into it. After a few seconds he broke the kiss. He looked at you as if you were his whole world. "God, this is the best birthday I've ever had." "Oh my god, fuck. It's your birthday, I didn't even get you anything. I'm literally the worst best friend to ever exist." you gasped. Minho only chuckled to that. You really were the cutest person he had ever seen. "Quick, what do you want? I still have an hour until your birthday is over!" He looked at you, faking to think hard about your request. "Mh, that's a hard question. Something I really, really want?" "Yes, whatever you want!" you nod your head excitedly. "Okay, I know. As a present, I'd like to ask you if you would be my girlfriend, maybe?" "Ew, you're being cheesy." You rolled your eyes at him while pretending to just get back to the party. "Is that a yes?" Minho shouted after you. "You know what? Actually, Seungmin is pretty perfect. I should try my luck with him." You turned around to look at him rolling his eyes at you now. "Haha, very funny Y/N. Wait for me!" You didn't reply to that and just walked on towards the house, turning on your heel. "Wait, you're not serious, are you? Y/N! Wait for me, Y/N!"
A soft smile appeared on your lips. Your boyfriend really is an idiot.
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