hjs; i bought you these ...
→ summary: han jisung looks like—and is—the biggest sweetheart in the world …
→ requested: yes - Hii, could you do a Jisung (stray kids) fluffy scenario, please?? :))
Rough days at work were now expected at your job. Everyday when you entered the doors, you asked the same question, “did human beings have to be such jackasses all the time?” All the problems that surfaced there were reoccurring, and not at all surprising. One of your co-workers even said they’d rather throw themselves into a pit of angry snakes than have to work in retail. Sometimes, it wasn’t as bad as you prepped yourself for, but other times it was worse.
“(Name),” Jisung’s laugh sounded from the other line, “I caught you just in time, didn’t I?” Giggling, you could practically see the smile on his face. It was as bright as the sun and as warm as a summer day—considering that it was the middle of winter.
“Yeah,” you replied, a sigh leaving your lips, “I was just about to start my shift.” Glancing at the dull, black and white digital clock that hung on the wall you begrudgingly read the boring numbers. Eleven forty-seven at night. Tonight was your turn for the midnight cycle. No one really came in, so you got to wander around until you had to leave. Being open 24/7 was overrated.
“We just got done practicing. I’ll probably still be at the studio though—” His sentence just stopped, as if he was debating on saying something, “—if you wanted to, y’know, stop by.” Your heart dropped and beat faster all at the same time.
“Jisung. Oh, I would love to, but I’m working until ten in the morning,” you answered truthfully. He chuckled softly, a slightly bitter, sad sound, and it was impossible for your spirits not to drop.
“That’s okay, (Name),” Jisung instantly perked back up, “I’ll see you tomorrow, won’t I? It’s not a big deal, you have to work to pay bills.” This boy was so sweet, and it made your heart melt. He was so forgiving, and for all the times you’d said sorry, he’d find something good in them. Jisung turned every bad mood into a good one with his smile, and that was what you loved about him—alongside his smile, laugh, and personality ...
Still feeling guilty, you hummed into your phone, silently telling him that you had to go. You ended the call first, not wanting to picture his pout any longer. Jisung meant the world to you, of course, but your work got in the way. A couple times, he’d tried to wait for you, but in each attempt, he failed. The first, it was because he caught the wrong train and ended up on the other side of town. And, the second time, he made it in the shop, but fell asleep with his head on the table at the in-store Starbucks. You left and walked right past him.
Thinking of those cute memories made you grin. Jisung was always busy, in the same moments that you weren’t. It made it difficult to be together, but you would love him no matter the situation.
Time flew by faster than you though it would. And, soon, it was time for you to leave. You couldn’t have been more relieved. The night shift was boring—as usual. And not a soul walked through the automatic doors—as usual. Your co-worker, Jisoo, was slipping on his blue vest before heading off into—what he called—“the living nightmare.” He cracked a few jokes that made you laugh, but, overall, you were just worn out. You wanted to go home. Currently, sleep was the best sounding word in your vernacular.
It didn’t surprise you that you didn’t have any notifications on your phone. Nothing from your mother, nothing from your father—but what made you confused, was that there was nothing from Jisung. Most of the time, he called you right when you retired your vest. Today was different thought. The air felt thick and it stressed you out to say the least.
You mind began to float to all the varying possibilities of what could’ve happened and why Jisung didn’t message you. Maybe he was recording, maybe he was having fun with the boys, maybe he was walking down the street right now. With thoughts full of ‘maybes’ all you wished for was a solid answer. Sure, you might’ve been overreacting just a bit, but every single day when you got off of work, Jisung would send you the same text.
hey baby, hope you had an okay time at work. don’t forget that I love you!
His sweet gestures couldn’t be measured with any type of tool. He would text you, he would bring you to the studio, he would let you cuddle up to him even when the boys were practicing. But, today made you worried. Today was not supposed to be different. Today was supposed to be like it is everyday, sleepy and filled with Jisung’s mobile love.
As you walked with your suffocating thoughts, you didn’t realize that someone had started trailing very close behind you. Each step you took, they followed suit. Each turn you made, they swiveled and turned that way too. You grew wary, and mentally debated whether or not you should turn around.
Finally, curiosity and fear had mixed together to form a concoction of courage. You whipped around to face a tall young man in a cute, black and green face mask. Your heart started to beat a thousand miles a minutes in that moment. The boy’s wide eyes crinkled as a grin formed beneath the cloth, and a small laugh sounded from his lips.
“Jisung?” With a voice as shaky as an earthquake, you kept asking questions. “Where were you? I thought you were dead. Do you know how worried I was?”
“God, (Name), you sound like my mother,” he chuckled, pulling his mask down, so that it rested just under his chin. In that moment, you launched yourself at him—not really knowing why all of your energy was suddenly back. Maybe it was that Red Bull you had before leaving the store.
The two of you just stood in the middle of the sidewalk for a few seconds. Holding each other as if there was no tomorrow. His breath warmed the crook of your neck, and your arms were locked tightly around his shoulders. It felt nice, and so did the added bonus of no one else being on the streets. But, his hands were, strangely, still behind his back.
“Oh yeah,” he uttered, pulling away, “I bought you these ...” Jisung twisted and contorted his body to get the flowers right in front of you. They were lavender roses, and their beauty was amplified just by Jisung’s bright grin. He laughed, but your eyes started to water.
“Jisung, I—I don’t know what to say,” you stammered. Your words made his smile even bigger.
“I know what you can say.” A smirk settled upon his soft-looking mouth. “Jisung, oh, Jisung, I love you so much!” The mocking tone and teasing glint in his eye was soon gone as you kissed him smack on the lips. It was short, but after you pulled back, he looked dazed.
Gulping, he murmured, “that works too.”
a/n: i’m sorry about this, it’s not very good, but it’s the best i can give right now. i’m trying to get back into the swing of things ... but, i hope you enjoy nonetheless ...
