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𝗇𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗍𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗀𝖺𝗒 𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝗂𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝖻𝗂𝗀𝗀𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗂𝗍𝗌

[lovecase]

𝓕AKE LOVE IN A SHIT HOTEL. angel. 9teen. han's pretty girl, seungmin's puppy, jake's doll, && heeseung's princess.

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© 𝓵ovecase. please don't copy, steal, or plagiarize. refrain from feeding my works into ai, or translating them. if you have any other questions, dm me!

[lovecase]

𝒾t started with a lifetime of loving one boy who couldn't love you back, and ended with losing your heart to the only person who could make him happy 💭 :: 173O unrequited love heavy angst heartbreak no happy ending no part two! i love minsung & angst... so might as well combine the two 😇☝️

loving jisung was never a choice you made. it wasn't like you woke up one day in high school, looked at him across the cafeteria, and suddenly felt your heart race. it was just the way things had always been. you grew up on the same street, skinned your knees on the same asphalt, and shared the same cheap popsicles during suffocating summer afternoons.

loving him was like knowing how to breathe or knowing that the sky was blue. you learned how to read. you learned how to write. you learned how to love han jisung. it was just a fact of your life.

you never really expected him to love you back, either. you weren't naive. you knew the way he looked at you was full of warmth, but it was the comfortable, steady kind of affection you give a sibling or a favorite blanket. there were no sparks in his eyes when you walked into a room, just an easy smile and a wave of his hand.

you were fine with that. you had accepted it years ago. being next to him was enough.

then, university started, and the bubble popped.

it happened in your second semester. jisung came back to the dorms one tuesday night after a group project meeting, his eyes wider than usual, his hands moving quickly as he talked. he had met minho.

minho was a junior, a dance major who worked part-time at a coffee shop near campus. he was the kind of guy everyone noticed. he had sharp, pretty features and a quiet, sarcastic way of talking that made people try twice as hard to get his approval. girls talked about him in the lecture halls, and apparently... the guys did too.

at first, it was just small things. jisung would mention a funny comment minho made during class. then, it turned into jisung staying out late to watch minho’s dance rehearsals. then, it became three-way hangouts at the campus diner, where you sat across from the two of them in a cramped vinyl booth.

jisung never sat down and told you, i think i'm falling in love with a guy. he didn't need to. you had spent your entire life reading the tiny shifts in his mood. you knew the exact shade of pink his ears turned when he was genuinely flustered. you knew the way his voice dropped an octave when he was trying to sound cool. and you saw the way his eyes tracked minho across the diner every time minho got up to refill their coffee.

"you're staring," you told jisung quietly one evening while minho was at the counter paying the bill.

jisung snapped his head around, his face instantly flushing. "i'm not. i was just... looking at the neon sign behind him."

"sure," you said, forcing a small smile. "the sign."

"he's just really cool," jisung mumbled, his fingers tracing a circle in the condensation on his water glass. "he's different from anyone i've ever met before. it's kind of weird."

"it's not weird," you said softly, your chest tightening in a familiar, dull ache. "he's a good guy, sungie."

you meant it, too. that was the worst part. you couldn't even find it in yourself to be bitter or angry. you couldn't hate minho for taking your spot, because minho wasn't malicious. in fact, minho was incredibly kind to you. he always made sure you were included in the conversation, he remembered how you liked your food, and he never made you feel like a third wheel.

even though you clearly fucking were.

the more time you spent with them, the more you realized how perfectly they fit together. jisung was loud, anxious, and messy, while minho was grounded, calm, and structured. minho knew exactly how to quiet jisung down when his thoughts started to spiral, and jisung knew how to make minho let his guard down and laugh until his ribs hurt.

they made sense. they were supposed to happen.

and then, somewhere in the middle of late-night study sessions and rainy walks back to the apartment, the line blurred.

you didn't just love jisung anymore. you were falling in love with minho, too.

it was an exhausting, pathetic kind of realization. you would sit on the living room floor of their shared apartment, watching minho reach over to wipe a stray crumb off the corner of jisung's mouth, and your heart would break for two completely different reasons.

you wanted jisung to look at you the way he looked at minho. and you wanted minho to hold your hand the way he held jisung’s under the kitchen table when they thought you weren't paying attention.

it felt like a sickness, a heavy weight pulling you under. but you kept your mouth shut. you figured that if you couldn't have that kind of happiness for yourself, the least you could do was protect theirs, right? they were the two people you loved most in the world.

if you had to be a ghost in their story just to keep them smiling, you would do it.

you were doing it.

by the time winter break rolled around, the tension in the air was thick enough to fucking choke on. it was freezing outside, the wind howling against the glass of your small apartment window. you were sitting on your bed, staring at a textbook you hadn't actually read a page of in an hour, when there was a knock at your door.

it was jisung. he didn't have his coat on properly, his hair was a messy nest from the wind, and he looked completely pale.

"sungie?" you stood up quickly, letting him in. "what's wrong? why are you freezing?"

he didn't answer right away. he just walked into your room and sat down on the edge of your unmade bed, burying his face in his hands. his shoulders were shaking.

"shit, i messed up," he whispered, his voice cracking. "i really messed up."

you sat down next to him, your hand automatically coming up to rub his back, just like you had a thousand times since you were kids. "what happened, sungie? did you get into an argument with minho?"

jisung let out a ragged breath, pulling his hands away from his face. his eyes were bloodshot. "we were at his place. we were just watching a movie, and... i don't know. he was looking at me, and i just... i kissed him."

the words knocked the air right out of your lungs. you felt nauseous. you forced yourself to keep your hand steady on his back. "okay. what did he do?"

"he froze," jisung choked out, a tear finally spilling over his eyelashes. "he didn't say anything. he just looked at me like he was shocked, and i got so scared that i just grabbed my shoes and ran out. he's going to hate me. i ruined everything. i lost my best friend."

no, you wanted to say, you haven't lost your best friend. i'm here. i'm right here.

please see me.

please.

your heart was breaking into tiny, jagged pieces, but you looked at his tear-stained face and knew what you had to do. you had to fix it for him. you always fixed things for him.

"he doesn't hate you, jisung," you said, trying to keep your voice from trembling, even though your inside felt like it was crumbling. "he's probably just confused because you ran away like a idiot. go back."

"i can't," he sobbed. "what if he says he doesn't feel the same way? i can't handle that."

"he feels the same way," you said. it was the truest thing you had ever spoken. "trust me. i've seen the way he looks at you when you aren't paying attention. he loves you. go back to him."

jisung looked up at you, his eyes wide and desperate, searching your face for any sign of doubt. "are you sure?"

"i'm sure," you whispered, offering him a small, weak smile. "go. before it gets too late."

he wiped his face with the back of his sleeve, standing up quickly. the panic in his expression was completely replaced by hope. "thank you. you're the best, you know that? i'll call you tomorrow."

"yeah," you said, staying on the bed. "call me tomorrow."

he ran out of your apartment, slamming the door behind him. the sound echoed through the quiet rooms, leaving behind a heavy silence in its wake.

you sat there for a long time, staring at the closed door. you knew what was happening right now. jisung was hurrying through the snow back to minho's building. minho would open the door, still looking worried, and jisung would apologize, and then they would finally figure it out. they would hold each other, and they would be happy. they would start their life together, a real life, where they were everything to each other.

and you would be exactly where you had always been. on the outside, watching.

the tears didn't start until an hour later. they came quietly, hot and stinging against your cheeks. you pulled your knees up to your chest, burying your face in your arms. your chest ached so badly you could barely take a deep breath.

you had spent your entire life loving a boy who looked right through you, only to fall in love with another boy who did the exact same thing. you had given everything you had to the two of them, pouring every single drop of your heart into their happiness, until you had absolutely nothing left for yourself.

there was no grand realization, no happy ending waiting for you down the road. you were just tired. you were so, so tired of being the one who loved, and never the one who was loved back.

the text came at 2:14 am. the screen lit up the dark bedroom, casting a harsh blue glow over your face.

jisung: we talked. you were right. thank you for everything. i love you so much.

you stared at the words until they blurred together. i love you so much. it was the phrase you had spent a decade wanting to hear from him, but it meant absolutely nothing now. it was just a thank you note for stepping aside.

you: i love you, too.

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[lovecase]

i love ur writing sm!!!!!

anonnie ur so sweet im gonna give u like million kisses thank u ☹️💕

[lovecase]

Do you do male r for skz or enhypen twin👀👀

hihi im sorry i only write for fem reader and very rarely gn (normally only if it's specified in the request) but i know @koiiq does !! i hope u can find what ur looking for <3

[lovecase]

Saw your post and immediately needed to tell you my craving for super angsty poly skz like right NEOOWWWWWWWWW

omg im about to post just the thing for u then trust !! like i was crashing out sb just writing it LMFAO

[lovecase]

i wanna be your moot sososo bad but im always so nervous to interact with you💔💔💔💔💔

nono i don't bite (unless it's upon request) i would love to be moots i literally ran to the follow button ilyily

[lovecase]

Ahhhh ty for doing my request it was amazing!! I feel like a big strong alpha protector now fr 🥹

-anon who requested horror movie lix <33

omg im so glad u liked it >< i loved writing it sm he's such a cutie fr. like yes diva come over here and let me protect u 😻💘

[lovecase]

part 2 of third wheel I BEGGG

SOON I PINKY SWEAR

[lovecase]

Heyyy when will part two of the heeseung spiderman ff come out?? Also love ur work

thank u ;p and i keep saying soon but i wanna say in the next week or so? which yes yes u guys can throw rocks at me but i keep adding more and more 🥺 long smut scenes are so hard praise to the writers on here fr

[lovecase]

i need part two of third wheel i am LOVING this. hee’s internal struggle of hating himself is hilarious and kinda sad

part two is gonna be so long im gonna warn u now 🙂‍↕️☝️ but yes omg poor hee he's such a loser but we love him it's okay 💕

[lovecase]

hello! i was just wondering if you were still going to continue your no hard feelings series ☺️

hihi! yes i will but it's kind of been pushed to the back of the burner for now :( i do really have a lot planned for it so i will lock in soon 💘

[lovecase]

ahhhh i just read fangirl and oof the angst 😭 im in love with your writing!

thank u !! i love angst so much it's so fun to write hehe

[lovecase]

hihi !!

first of all...helloooo theme?? it's so fire i lava it sm lets smooch. second of all...third wheel?? part two?? involve me??

you're literally a masterpiece oh em gee.

@ninisei

hi omg nini ily. im gonna give u a billion kisses ok no joke. and yes i pinky swear u are involved ☝️

[lovecase]

hi if you send me poly skz requests i will do them for the greater good of society okay

[lovecase]

girl bye give this man a nipple piercing

[lovecase]

hihi poly skz long fic teaser below the cut & it's a timeloop au ૮₍ ´ ꒳ `₎ა

"did you have a bad dream?" felix’s voice is soft, coming from right beside you. you feel his hand touch your back, rubbing small, soothing circles between your shoulder blades.

"i've got you," chan murmurs into your hair, his chin resting against the top of your head as he holds you steady. "it's okay. whatever it was, it wasn't real. you're right here."

minho sets the spatula down, walking over from the stove with his eyebrows pulled together. he reaches out, his thumb catching a tear on your cheek, and wipes it away. "look at you, you're shaking. did something happen before you came out here?"

"no," you choke out, your voice thick and wet as you try to pull yourself together. you look around the circle of faces—jisung is sitting up now, his sleepy expression completely gone, replaced by a wide-eyed, anxious look. seungmin and jeongin are watching you from the table, their expressions worried. "no, i just... it was just a really bad dream. i'm sorry. i didn't mean to freak you guys out."

"don't apologize for crying, kitten," minho says, though his voice is entirely soft now, the teasing edge from his earlier bickering completely gone. he bumps his shoulder against yours, the exact same gesture from your... dream, but this time it makes you let out a shaky, half-broken laugh.

"you good now?" changbin asks, leaning over the counter to look at you. "do we need to go fight the dream monster for you?"

"i think i can handle it," you say, wiping your face with the sleeve of your shirt. you let go of chan’s hoodie slowly, though your fingers feel reluctant to lose the contact.

chan gives you one last squeeze before letting you step back. "alright. let's get you some food. sit down next to jisung."

you slide into the chair, the wood cool beneath you. jisung immediately scoots his chair closer, his arm pressing against yours as he looks at you with sleepy, blinking eyes. he looks so healthy, his face clear, his hair sticking up in every direction.

"did you dream about me?" he asks, trying to bring the light mood back into the room. he breaks into that familiar grin. "you look like you dreamt about me. i bet it was a good one, like—"

the words hit you like a fucking semi-truck.

it’s the script. it’s the exact same script.

the phrase burns in your throat before he can even finish the sentence. the memory is so clear, so loud in your head, that your lips move on their own, the words slipping out in a quiet, breathless whisper before he can say them.

"—where you're a famous chef and you make me breakfast in bed."

jisung stops mid-breath. his grin falters, his mouth staying slightly open as he turns his head to look at you. his eyes widen in genuine surprise, his eyebrows shooting up toward his messy hair.

"wait," jisung says, blinking at you. "how'd you know i was going to say that? i didn't even tell anyone that joke yet."

the room goes quiet for a second, the members looking between you and jisung.

you force a laugh, but it sounds high and brittle to your own ears, completely fake. you reach for the syrup bottle, your hands shaking so hard that the plastic clicks against the ceramic of your plate. "i don't know," you say, your voice trembling as you try to keep your face neutral. "just a lucky guess, i guess. we spend too much time together, hanji. i can read your mind."

"that's creepy," seungmin retorts, though he lets out a small snort, turning back to his phone.

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[lovecase]

hi dash i'm taken by @kloversung

[lovecase]

do not let her angel-like tendencies and her sweet words fool you. kysa is the most insane flirt ever i'm weak in the knees bye