#cafe q

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cafe q, chapter six. han jisung

note: chapter 5 was posted in december sdheksskhjdksqg fm keksffjdjsjsa im sorry

warning: food, jisung has a cold

wc: 1k exactly

too many loud knocks interrupted jisung’s nap. he got up with a groan, ruffling his hair on his way to the door. he was cursing out whoever dared to knock in his head. opening the door without looking through the peephole first, he asked, “can i help you?” annoyance clear in his voice.

“hi, sung,” you greeted happily.

jisung’s eyes widened and he quickly tried to fix his birdsnest of a hair, “(name)? wh-what are you doing here? not-not that i’m not happy to see you, i was-“

you cut him off with a giggle, “it’s fine, sung. chaeyeon texted me saying you were sick and...here i am,”

jisung put a hand on his chest, “wow, you have a day off and you spend it with me? i’m so honored,”

you rolled your eyes, but laughed, “i brought you food; be nice to me,” you pointed at him, a stern expression on your face.

jisung rolled his eyes, and opened the door so you could walk in, “make yourself comfortable,” while you took your jacket and shoes off, he went to his room and came back out with his duvet. he threw it on the couch before joining you in the kitchen, where you had just set water to boil for the ramen you had brought.

“no, jisung, go rest,”

he pouted, “but i wanna help,”

“you’re sick, go lay on the couch, i’ll be right there,” you point to the couch.

jisung groaned, but did as you said. he landed on the couch, after taking the tv remote. he opened up netflix and began looking for something for you to watch. when he found something, he went to the kitchen to help you carry.

you handed him the yours and his tea, taking your ramen bowls yourself, “what are we watching?” you asked, placing the bowls on the coffee table and sitting down in.

“kung fu panda 2.” jisung grinned. his heart warmed at the smile growing on your face at the mention of the film. he started the film and leaned so he could cuddle you ( jisung likes torturing himself), only to have you push him off you gently, “i wanna cuddle,” he pouted.

“you’re sick, dummy,”

“so?”

“i don’t wanna be sick,” you flickered his forehead, giggling as he rubbed the spot, trying to make the pain go away.

“fine,” he pouted, going to the opposite end of the couch.

“you’re such a baby,” you teased, turning to enjoy the movie.

15 minutes into the movie, the front door opened and changbin and one of his friends walked through the door.

“jisung, i’m back, and felix is with me!” cangbin called out, not having seen the two of you on the couch, “jisung!- oh you’re out of bed,” he noticed you and jisung on the couch under jisung’s duvet. “hi, (name),”

“hi, bin,” you greeted casually, throwing him a small wave, while jisung simply hummed in acknowledgement.

after taking their shoes and jackets off, changbin went to the bathroom and his friend stood beside the couch and watched the movie with you and jisung.

“felix? i didn’t know you were back,” jisung smiled at his friend.

“i only just got back yesterday,” felix told him, his expression mirroring jisung’s.

“(name),” jisung said, getting your attention, “this is felix, one of mine and changbin’s friends. felix this is (name), my friend and coworker,” he introduced you, not noticing the red on felix’ cheeks.

you smiled shyly to felix, “it’s nice to meet you,”

“yeah, uh, you too,”

“don’t just stand there, lixie, sit down,” jisung patted the free spot on the couch between the you and him.

felix sat down, the blush still on his cheeks. he ignored it and watched the movie, changbin joining, sitting in the armchair, when he finished in the bathroom. while felix didn’t notice how his eyes kept drifting to you for a few seconds before turning back to the movie multiple times, jisung did. and he did not like it.

jisung knew you were beautiful, of course, and he knew other people noticed it as well. he forced himself to pay attention to the film, but found it hard when he noticed felix lean closer to you and start a quiet conversation. he couldn’t hear what was being said, but he assumed it was something funny judging by the way you bit your way to stop a laugh from escaping and interrupting the movie.

jisung found it painful to watch felix make your eyes shine. he knew he was overreacting but he couldn’t help it. he knew how charming and kind felix was and the thought of you dating him made jisung feel like throwing up.

the love struck boy stood up abrupt, “i’ll going back to bed,” he grumbled, harshly pulling his duvet off you and felix. he felt bad immediately after, having seen your look of confusion. he could feel 3 pairs of eyes on him as he speed walked to his room and shut the door behind him.

leaning against the door after throwing his duvet on his bed, he let out a deep sigh. he could hear changbin’s, “what that was about?” and your sad and soft, “i don’t know,” he banged his head against the door exactly 2 times, before walking over and falling onto his bed, curling up under his duvet.

he hit himself for overreacting. felix just talked to you and jisung had thrown a hissy fit. jisung didn’t own you, you could talk to whoever you wanted. but this was felix lee! lee felix! sunshine boy! the boy with the prettiest and brightest smile! and cutest freckles! the most charming and generous boy jisung knew (and jisung knew a lot of boys!).

after letting out a loud groan, jisung decided to try and sleep, still feeling his fever. he closed his eyes and dreamt of you and your shining eyes.

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cafe q, chapter five. han jisung

note: aaaaaaaaaa we’re back!!! after like 237382 months pls tell me how u feel after reading this okay

warning: swearing i think

wc: 0.9k

“you’re going on a what?”

“a date,”

“a WHAT?!”

“a date, changbin. have you gone deaf?” jisung sassed, folding his arms over his chest.

“but-...you-….(name)-.....?” changbin sputtered.

“well i have to get over (name) at some point, you know?”

changbin threw his hands around, “no! i don’t! you love (name), why’re you going on a date with someone else?!”

jisung’s confident façade faltered. he sat down on the couch, sinking into it, “i was gonna confess,” he began, as changbin sat down beside him, “i knew what i was gonna say—you know the confession i spend hours writing and practicing.

“we were just sitting, talking, eating, whatnot, and i was like ‘okay, now, let’s confess’ and then i was like ‘heeeyyy, (name)’ and of course (name) looked at me, with their big, beautiful, sparkly eyes and i,” jisung paused, only to slap himself weakly across the face, making changbin cringe.

“i just….couldn’t….so i excused myself. went to the restroom. when i came back out, i was about to sit down when a girl came up to me and asked if i wanted to go on a date with her. i was about to say ‘no’ but then i made the mistake of looking at (name), and saw they were encouraging me...soo, i said yes and now i have a date on saturday,” jisung finished. by now he was laying down the couch with his legs over changbins.

“wow,” changbin breathed out, “how do you fuck up that bad?”

“i don’t know,” the younger boy groaned, laying his arm over his eyes, “please just leave me to die,”

changbin chuckled, “no can do, dude. it’s your turn to clean the kitchen,”

jisung rolled of the couch and onto the floor with a groan.

“good morning, my love,” jisung greeted you thursday morning, when you walked in.

“morning,” you went to the back and took your jacket off, and walked out to the front again. “how did the date go?”

jisung froze. he had hoped you had forgotten about it, but of course you hadn’t. “fine,” he tried to focus on the latte he was making for yuna, but it was proved harder than expected. he could smell your perfume and god, was it addicting.

you tilted your head, unaware of how much he did not want to talk about the date. “can i get some details?” you sat down on one of the chairs in front of the counter.

jisung rolled his head around as he recalled saturday evening.

“you’re gonna crush it, dude,” changbin encouraged, leaning against the door to jisungs room.

jisung furrowed his brows, “i thought you were against the date?”

changbin shrugged, “eh. this could be your chance to finally get over (name), and then i don’t have to listen to you confess your love in your sleep,”

jisung turned red, “i don’t confess in my sleep,”

“oh, you most definitely do. the speech you wrote for (name)? i’ve heard you recited it perfectly...twice,”

“i did not!“ the younger of the two insisted, finally deciding on which shirt to wear. he took a simple black one with some black jeans.

“you’re wearing that?” changbin asked, judgment clear on his face as he looked at what jisung picked.

“yeah? what’s wrong with this?”

“it’s…..boring, y'know,”

“you’re boring,” jisung mumbed, going back to looking in his closet. “what about this then?” he held up a cream hoodie, “and then with my leather jacket?”

changbin nodded, “that would look better than black on black,”

jisung changed his clothes and found this leather jacket, “do i look good?”

before changbin had a chance to answer jisung continued, “i know i look good, you don’t have to tell me,” he flipped his imaginary long hair over his shoulder.

“whatever you say, dude,“

changbin left the room, leaving jisung alone. jisung sat down on his bed and ran his fingers through his hair, messing it up, “it’s just a date...“ he muttered to himself. he fell backwards onto his bed, a deep sigh leaving his lips. “and it’s not with (name)....”

they had agreed to meet at the restaurant and…..jisung was late, only ten minutes though, so he didn’t beat himself up too much. he quickly found her sitting in the back of the restaurant waiting for him. he didn’t walk up to her immediately, instead he stood and just looked at her for a while.

she wore a white off-shoulder top with a black pencil skirt, she was pretty, no doubt. changbins type.

“hi,” he greeted, finally walking up to her and sitting down on the chair in front of her.

“hi,” she smiled, and jisung sighed internally ‘let the date begin’

“sung?” you snapped your fingers in front of his face, “are you okay? you seem very distracted,”

“what? yeah, yeah, i’m fine, sorry, i’m just tired,”

“are you gonna go on another date with her?”

your eyes sparkled with excitement and jisung was finding it hard to speak, “i-i don’t think…” he stuttered.

“why not?”

because i’m in love with you, not her.

“we just didn’t…click, y’know?”

you nodded, “okay then,”

“you two, get to work,” jungwoo interrupted your conversation.

“if you want we can get something to eat after work?” jisung offered, before you walked into the kitchen.

“sure,” you smiled, walking to the back.

jisung’s eyes were glued to your figure as you left. his cheeks a pretty shade of red.

“you’re so oblivious, dude,” jungwoo teased, clicking his tongue.

“i am not!” jisung turned to his older friend.

“you are,”

“no, i’m not!”

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cafe q, chapter one. han jisung

note; AaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAA okay then chapter one let’s go bois tell me what u think pls n thank

warnings: literally none this is gross fluff

wc: 0.8k

“good morning, my love!” jisung beamed at you, as you walked into the cafe, ten minutes before opening.

“morning,” you responded in your usual ‘it’s too fucking early for any of this shit’ tone of voice. you didn’t have to look at him to know his smile didn’t falter the slightest at your tone.

you went to the back and put your things in their usual spot, before putting the black apron on and walking out to the front, where jisung and yuna was setting everything up and getting stuff ready for opening.

“morning,” yuna smiled brightly at you, to which you muttered a small ‘morning’ in return before going to the kitchen to begin baking.

the cafe had been open for exactly 30 minutes when jisung came into the kitchen to collect the first batch of pastries. “hello, future spouse of mine,” he smiled cockily.

you looked at him with a deadpan expression, “gross,”

“hmm, i love how real your love is,”

you rolled your eyes at him and his words, “here’s the cookies, now get out of my kitchen,”

jisung took the plate, “why’re you pushing me away, baby?”

you bit your inner cheek to stop a smile from appearing on your warm face (the warmth coming from baking and the heat in the room...and maybe jisung, but shh), “go,” you pointed at the door.

“fine,” he sulked, “i’ll miss you, baby,”,

you turned your back to him so he wouldn’t get to see you flustered, “god, you’re gross,”

jisung grinned and left the room, but not before blowing you a kiss, making you shake your head softly at his antics, while finally letting the smile grow as soon as he closed the door behind him.

jisung had an obvious crush on you and everybody could see it, everyone but you; you were sure he didn’t mean it and just did it for the fun of it

(literally everybody else could see how in love that boy was—the few times you’ve been out helping with customers along with him, more than one person has asked if you were dating because of the way jisung looked and acted around you, and all of your other coworkers make bets on when you’ll start dating.)

“oh my god,” you groaned, rubbing your warm face, trying to get rid of your thought filled with jisung.

“good afternoon, my angel,” jisung smiled cheekily, “ready to go home?”

oh, right. jisung always walked you home, even though his place was in another direction.

you reached for you jacket, “yeah,”

“is that burn marks?”

you looked at your hand, “yeah,” you sighed, putting your jacket on, “cooking oil’s a bitch,”

jisung frowned, “please be careful,”

“i am careful,” you said, walking out the door, jisung following closely, “it just happens sometimes,”

“still,” he mumbled, catching up with you. “you should be more careful. can’t have you getting hurt all the time,”

you smiled softly at him, “i’m fine, sung. i promise,”

his heart began to speed up at the nickname. oh how he loved it when you called him sung. his red cheeks was giving away how flustered he was, despite looking looking like it had no effect on him.

you ignored his red face and stepped outside in the cold air.

you laugh filled the air, as jisung told, yet another, story about his friends. “he jumped in?” you asked, very invested in his story.

jisung nodded eagerly, “straight in. face first,”

you laughed, chewing slowly on the donut jisung had brought you, when you walked past jisungs favorite donut shop. “was he okay thought?”

“yeah, don’t worry, he was fine. just a small nose bleed,”

“that’s good, i guess? at least he didn’t break his neck or something,”

jisung let out a breathy laugh, “yeah. could you imagine having to explain that to somebody?” he continued, making you laugh. “like, yeah uh, he did jump into an barely full pool face first, doctor. we would sound like actual monkeys,”

you giggle at the way he mocked himself and his friends. you realized you were home when the overly bright light from the street lamp. “thanks for walking me home, sung,” you said sincerely.

jisung had been so caught up in his story and you that he hadn’t noticed you were here already, “oh, uhm, it’s no problem,” he rubbed the nape of his neck; something he only did when he was nervous. he shouldn’t be nervous—he’s walked you home a thousand times before, and yet, the butterflies still appear when you reach your apartment.

you gave him a smile and hugged him goodbye, “text me when you get home,”

he nodded, “of course. we can’t have my love worrying about me now, can we?”

you rolled your eyes as you unlocked the door, to the building, “goodnight, jisung,”

“goodnight, my love,” he blew you one last kiss when you got inside, and waited until the door was closed behind you. he let out a deep sigh, half of content, half of frustration, cheeks hot and red.

he was very much in love with you, and seeing you under shitty street lighting every evening did nothing but confirm it. he stared up at the tall building with a frown on his face, before walking home with red cheeks and a heavy heart.

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cafe q ; han jisung

note; i began this on impulse shut up. there is no posting schedule for this—i’ll just kinda ...... post as i get it done,,,??? like i know kinda where i’m going with it but i also have no idea what’s gonna happen........ so that’s nice.,,, the chapters aren’t gonna be super long tbh just a couple hundred words i think i also don’t know how many chapters this is gonna have :// also this isn’t gonna be a series series, like obviously the chapters are gonna be related but it’s not gonna be a continuation ??? if you know what i mean ????

warnings can be found in each chapter

chapter one, 0.8k

chapter two, 0.8k

chapter three, 1.4k

chapter four, 1.3k

chapter five, 0.9k

chapter six, 1k

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cafe q, chapter two. han jisung

note; not proof read as always lmao okay bois chapter two tell me what u think

warning: anxiety mention, anxiety attack mention

wc: 0.8k

“good morning, my love,”

jisungs smile was contagious, you had to admit; but it was nine in the morning and you felt like shit, so in response you settled for a tired and low hum.

jisungs smile fell slightly at your lack of words. he was used to a tired ‘morning’ from you, not no words at all. “you okay?” he followed you into the kitchen, leaving yuna, jungwoo, and chaeyeon to set things up themselves.

“yeah, just tired,” you rubbed your eyes, letting jisung tie your apron.

“this seems like more than just a lack of sleep,” he said carefully, turning you around so he could look you in the eyes. “seriously, are you okay?”

you looked down, rubbing your hands hard against each other, “no….”

“what’s wrong then?” he took your hand in his to stop you from rubbing them.

“i just……i don’t feel very well today,”

“has this something to do with your anxiety?”

jisung had found out about your anxiety after you almost had an attack while helping a rude and inconsiderate customer. he had quickly taken over and sent you to the back room for a quick break. after serving the customer he had went to check on you and saw you hyperventilating and crying. he calmed you down and when both of your shifts ended, he walked you home.

you nodded softly, “my anxiety has been a lot worse recently; i almost couldn’t get on the bus today,” you murmured,

jisung nodded thoughtfully, “want me to help you back here?”

“don’t you have to help out front?” you furrowed your brows.

he shook his head softly, “they’re fine without me. i’ll help you baking,”

“thank you, sung,”

his heart began to speed up at the nickname, “anything for you, my love,”

“why is it so cold?” you whined, pulling our jacket closer to your body. the two of you were about to walking into a convenient store, but stopped because jisung had to tie his shoe (why he couldn’t do it inside, in the warmth, you didn’t know).

“it’s fall, angel,” jisung smiled sweetly, making you groan.

“i know that, but it doesn’t have to be this cold,”

jisung hummed, before he pulled out a hoodie from his bag, “here, you can borrow it,”

you frowned at him, “but aren’t you gonna be cold,”

“seeing you warm will make me warm,” he winked, handing you the black hoodie. he held the door open for you and let you walk in first. “put it on. i’ll buy the ramen,”

the gentle smile on his face made you melt. you carefully took the hoodie and went to find you both a place to sit. you took your jacket off so you could put his hoodie on, as you waited for him.

getting ramen together wasn’t unusual for you two, but it wasn’t common either. jisung has gotten the habit of treating you with ramen on days your anxiety acted up more than it usually would and you found it hard to get to work. at first you tired to pay him back, but he refused to accept the money and over time you had stopped trying—although you still feel bad he’s spending his money on you.

jisung had two cups ramen in his hands and his wallet in his mouth, when he walked to the table he knew you had sat down at. he stopped halfway there when you finally got into his sight. you looked gorgeous and it was too much for jisung’s heart to handle.

you were calmly scrolling on your phone, hand playing with the almost empty salt container. the light in the convenient store wasn’t very good, but it still made you look like an angel and jisung found himself looking at your lips as you licked them. his face flushed red when he imagine pressing them against his.

the want to kiss you wasn’t something new for jisung. he found himself dreaming and daydreaming about it more than once, and had often been caught by his roommate, changbin, who knew about his crush all to well.

“jisung! are you coming?”

your smile was beautiful and jisung wanted to see it forever. he nodded, face now a deep scarlet color. he walked over to you and quickly made the ramen.

“you feel any better?” he asked, referring to earlier when you almost started crying because of a burnt cookie. he watched carefully as you ate some ramen.

“yeah,” you said with a sigh, leaning back in the hard chair.

“that’s good,” jisung hummed, mouth full of ramen. the sight of his cheeks filled with food made you giggle cutely, and jisung officially decided that your giggle was his favorite sound. “can’t have my angel feel bad now, can we?”

you rolled your eyes lightly, but smiled softly at him.

jisung heart was beating faster from the way you were looking and smiling at him. his eyes widened when he realized you were wearing his hoodie (yes, he did give it to you and told you to put it on, but he didn’t expect you to look this good wearing it). “you look good with my hoodie on, by the way,” he covered up his flusterness with a wink.

your face flushed, and you instantly looked down at your food, “thank you,”

“it's my pleasure, angel,”

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cafe q, chapter four. han jisung

note: heyyyy bois it’s been a while lmao okay gets go (as always pls tell me what u think)

warning: hospital, yr mother in said hospital, food,

wc: 1.3k

jisung gently put his hands on your shoulders in a comforting way, “are you ready,”

“no,” you murmured, letting out a deep sigh. the hospital was making you nervous.

“i’ll be right there with you,” he reminded you, moving his right hand so it rested on your cheek, “we can leave anytime,”

“i know,” you whispered, gaze moving to the clean floor, “i’m just scared,”

your words was choked up, letting jisung know you were about to cry, “oh no, angel,” he was careful as he wiped the tears away with his thumbs. he wanted to tell you the usual, ‘don’t cry’ stuff, but decided not to, knowing you needed to let it out.

he pulled you in for a hug, wrapping his arms around you and running his hands up and down your back slowly, as you cried. the two of you stood in that position for a couple of minutes until you were done crying.

“are you ready to go in?” jisung questioned, pulling away so he could see your face.

“no, but i kinda have to,” you replied curty.

“hey,” jisung stopped you from going to the door, “you don’t have to do something you don’t want to.” his voice was uncharacteristically serious and it made you shiver.

you nodded wordlessly, before pulling away from him and walking to the door. you slowly pushed it open, a part of you wanting to leave the hospital and just fall into bed and cry. but you didn’t.

jisungs hand found yours and squeezed it, in an attempt to give you some comfort. you won’t lie and say it did comfort you, but it did make you feel a little bit better.

“mom?” your voice and body was quivering as you spoke. your eyes watched as you mom made an attempt to smile.

“hi baby,” she said, but it was barely audible.

“hi mom,” you stared at her, eyes watering. you felt jisung give you a small, soft push towards the bed, he let go of your hand (despite not wanting to). you sat down on the chair that was placed beside the bed.

she gave you a soft smile, before turning her attention to jisung, “who’s this?”

“this is jisung, we work together and he’s a good friend of mine,” you answered, taking your mother’s hand in yours.

“hi,” jisung squeaked.

luckily, it wasn’t as bad as you thought it would be. jisung got to know your mom and your mom got to know jisung. before you knew it, visiting time was over and it was time for you and jisung to go.

jisung told you he would wait outside the door so you could say goodbye. he was a bit hesitant to leave the room, but nonetheless left you and your mom alone.

“i like him,” your mom had lightened up because of your visit, and it made your heart ache, “he takes good care of you,”

“mom,” you scolded, “he's my friend,”

“friend, boyfriend, isn’t that the same thing nowadays?”

“mom, no.” a smile broke out on your face, “he’s my friend,”

“a friend who cares a lot about you,”

“i care about him too, mom. he’s my friend,” you said softly, holding her hand.

your mom hummed but didn’t say anything, instead opting for pulling you down for a gentle hug, “i love you, baby,”

you smiled into her shoulder, “hmm,” you pulled away, but let her hand rest of your cheek as she looked at you.

“take care of yourself, alright,”

“i will,” you whispered, taking her hand that was resting on your cheek and giving it a small squeeze, before getting up.

“come back soon,” your mom said, watching nc as you walked over to the door and opened it.

“will do,” you took one last look at her weak figure and left the room with a smile and a slight wave.

you let out a sigh as the door closed.

“you ready to go, angel?” jisung put his phone in his pocket and stood up from the chair, he had been waiting on.

“yeah,” you voice was low and weak, and it made jisungs heart ache.

“let’s go to my place,” he offered, “we can get something to eat on the way,”

you head automatically went up and down in agreement, as your body stood frozen, only moving when jisung pulled you with him gently.

the walk to jisungs—and changbins—place was quiet, comfortably quiet. normally jisung would’ve been talking enough for the both of you, but he figured you needed some quiet. the silence continued even after buying some food, and only broke when jisungs apartment came into view.

you glanced at the boys face multiple times before speaking softly, “thank you for coming with me, sung,”

jisungs heart jumped up into his throat as it always did when you called him sung, “it’s..it’s nothing,”

you stopped him from walking by stepping in front of him, “it’s not nothing,” you said sternly but softly, putting your hands on his shoulders, “you came with me to see my dying mother; that’s not nothing. i mean it, sung, thank you,”

jisung was speechless, heart beating fast and cheeks red. his mouth opened and closed a couple of times, trying to find something to say.

“thank you for being there, it did help me,” you said before he got a word out.

jisung stares at your face, almost like he was memorizing it, “i’m…” he swallowed, “i’m glad i could help,”

you smiled at him and continued to walk, leaving him to catch up.

you and jisung had planted yourselves in the living room, both of you sprawled out on the couch, the food eaten ages ago. changbin had been with you while you watched a movie and ate, but left as soon as the movie was done, saying something about how ‘he didn’t wanna be a third wheel’.

if jisung was being honest, he hadn’t been paying attention to the movie. he didn’t even know what movie you had been watching. all he knew was that you’re very pretty and he wants to kiss every part of your face. his eyes traveled down your neck and your arm, till they reached your hands.

your hands had a couple of burn marks, he knew were from baking and cooking in the cafe, but they looked soft and he loved to hold them. his eyes lingered on the ring you had on your middle finger; it was a simple silver ring, the one he got you on your birthday last year.

“jisung?”

“huh? what?” his eyes snapped up to meet yours.

you giggled at his wide eyes, “you okay?”

jisung cleared his throat, “wha- uh yeah! yeah, i’m fine! sorry,”

you giggle again at his flustered state, before checking the time on your phone, “i should go home. it’s almost dinner time,”

“uh, yeah, sure. i’ll walk you out,”

jisungs eyes flickered over your figure as you put your shoes and jacket on. jisung liked the way your fingers looked when you tied your shoe laces. he just generally really liked your hands and fingers, but he wouldn’t tell you—or anybody else—that.

you stood up when you finished tying your shoes, “thank you again, sung. for coming with me,” you leaned closer to him and placed your lips on his cheek.

if he wasn’t red before he was now. when your lips met his cheek, he flushed; face red as a tomato and hot as hell. he quickly looked down so you wouldn’t see his red face, “yeah, uh,” he coughed, “it’s nothing,”

“i’ll see you tomorrow,”

“yeah, see ya,”

you opened the door and stepped out of the apartment when jisung called after you, “text me when you get home, okay?”

you turned to smile at him, “of course,” you waved at him one last time, and walked down the hall.

jisung shut the door behind you and leaned against with a deep sigh, face still red and heart beating a 100 km an hour.

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cafe q, chapter three. han jisung

note: obviously not proofread who even does that lmao aight bois chapter three tell me what u think

warning: mom in hospital (idk how to word it lmao) cancer mention,

wc: 1.4k

being awoken by a pillow hitting your head isn’t ideal, and yet, that’s exactly how jisung got woken up.

“what did you do that for,” he whined, pulling the duvet up over his head.

“well one, you alarm was going off and you didn’t stop it,” changbin threw the pillow on the end of jisungs bed, “and two, you were sleeping talking again,”

jisungs eyes shut open, “what did i say?!”

“oh, you know, just the usual, ‘(name), i love you so much, please believe me, you’re the best person ever and i love you so much,” changbin mocked.

jisungs face got red and hot, “i do not say that!”

“yes, you do,” changbin left the room, “and get up!”

“i do not.” jisung grumbled, pushing the duvet off him and getting up.

“good morning, jisung,” jungwoo greeted, restocking the cups and straws.

“good morning,” jisung yawned, walking into the back room to put his stuff away.

“oh, by the way, (name) isn’t coming today, so you’ll have to help chaeyeon in the kitchen,” jungwoo informed the younger boy.

jisung stopped dead in his tracks, “why isn’t (name) coming today?”

jungwoo shrugged, “i don’t know. mr. choi called and just said they weren’t coming today,”

jisung nodded, eyebrows furrowed. yesterday were your day off and jisung knew you spend it at home, so it couldn’t be lack of energy. maybe you had gotten sick? maybe, but he spoke to you on the phone yesterday and you sounded fine. jisungs lips fell into a pout, getting a snicker from jungwoo.

“when are you gonna confess?” jungwoo teased.

jisung shot daggers at the older boy. he let out a huff and went to the kitchen, where chaeyeon had just began making cookie dough.

“what’s up, sung?” she asked when she noticed the pout on his face. “can you hand me the salt?”

jisung put on an apron and got the salt, “nothing,”

“i don’t believe you,” she began weighing the salt, as jisung turned on the oven.

“it’s just…” he hesitated, “i’m just worried about (name),”

“ah,” chaeyeon looked at the love struck boy with a soft look, “i’m sure (name)s fine. they’re probably just not feeling well,”

“yeah, i know…” jisung bit his lower lip.

“if you’re so worried, why don’t you stop by their place after work? don’t you get off at twelve today?”

“i..didn’t think about that,” he muttered, “that’s good idea, chae,”

“obviously, it’s my idea,” she snorted. “maybe text them first though,”

jisung bit his bottom lip as he reread the text before sending it.

12.02

can i some over? (✿◠‿◠)

12.04

my babey: sure (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

12.05

my babey: but only if u bring food

12.05

my babey: i’m hongry

12.05

will do angel

12.06

i’ll be there soon then

12.08

my babey: hurry!!!!!! i’m hongry!!!!!!!! (づ≧ω≦)づ

12.09

will do baby

12.09

get the blankets!!!!!!!!!! we’ll make a fort!!!!!!!!!

12.10

my babey: !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

jisung put his phone in this back pocket, took his jacket and left the busy cafe with a small bye to his coworkers. he stopped by the convenient store and got some ramen packs and other snacks, and made his way to your place. he was listening to music while walking, specifically the playlist you had made for him.

the playlist meant a lot to him, not only because it was you who made it, but also because the songs had given him comfort on nights where he wanted to disappear. he remembers clearly the day you showed him the playlist.

“sung,” you called sweetly, making him hum without looking up from his laptop, “can i borrow your phone?”

“sure,” he threw it too you after opening it, trusting you not to ruin everything for him. after about fifteen minutes you gave it back to him without a word. he, for some reason, didn’t look at him phone until after he dropped you off at your place.

he took his phone out of his pocket and went to listen to music when he noticed a new playlist named: ‘i’m forever thankful for you’

he furrowed his eyebrows as he clicked on it. he went through the songs and felt his heart flutter at the songs he recognized—they weren’t exactly love songs but close enough for jisung to feel like he was on cloud 9.

jisung smiled at the memory. it had been almost one year since you made him the playlist and he had listened to it everyday. the door to your apartment complex opened automatically, letting jisung walk into the big building.

you lived in an big and expensive apartment complex, and jisung had wondered more than once how you could afford it; after all, working in a cafe doesn’t give the best pay.

the elevator was big and roomy, with two very clean mirrors. jisung took the opportunity to fix his hair the wind had messed up. after fixing his hair, he put his hand over his heart; it was beating faster than it probably should.

the small ding from the elevator woke jisung from his thoughts. he found your apartment quickly and knocked softly on the hard wood. the door swung open, and jisung was met with your smiling face.

“sung! you’re here!”

“i said i would, didn't i?” he smiled teasingly, as you closed the door behind him.

you ignored his words and went straight for the food. “you’re a saint,” you gasped, taking the bag from him and walking to the kitchen, while he took his shoes off.

while you made then ramen and prepared the snacks jisung began making the fort and making your couch more comfortable than it already was.

20 minutes later the two of you were cuddled up on the couch, two empty ramen bowls sitting on the table in front of you. his head was on your chest while you ran your fingers through his hair slowly. his arms was wrapped tightly around you, and a baby blue blanket covered you both. there was some soft and calming music playing in the background.

jisung let out a sigh of content at the feeling of your fingers in his hair. he didn’t want to move from this position. he couldn’t remember the last time he felt so relaxed and content.

“(name),” he said quietly, scared to ruin the calm atmosphere. you had been acting just a little off; you were a little too quiet and your smile didn’t quite reach your eyes.

“hm?”

“why weren’t you at work today?” he could sense your hesitation, “you don’t have to tell me if you don’t feel comfortable,”

“no, i..i probably should tell someone,”

jisung noticed how you tensed up and your grip on his hair got tighter.

“uh..it..my mom…..she’s gotten a lot worse, and-and the doctor says she may not get better again..” you whispered, tears falling slowly down your cheeks.

jisung sat up. you had told him briefly about your mom and how she was in the hospital with cancer. you didn’t like to talk about it, and jisung respected that. “oh…” he swallowed his saliva. he watched with a heavy heart as tears began to fall from you eyes at a rapid pace, “c’mere,”

he opened his arms and pulled you into a hug, with your head on his chest.

“i was supposed to go see her today, but i-i just couldn’t,” you cried, “i feel so bad, sung. she needs me and i…” you trailed off unable to finish your sentence.

“it’s okay, angel,” jisung comforted, running his hand up and down on your back.

“but it’s not!” you said loudly, pulling away from him, “she’s the one dying and i’m here! doing absolutely nothing! i feel terrible, and…. i’m..i'm just...useless,” your voice got weaker towards the end of your sentence, and it broke jisungs heart more than anything else had.

“you’re not useless, angel,” jisung carefully put his hands on your shoulders. he didn’t know what to do. the only thing he could do right now was be there for you, and it broke his heart that he couldn’t do more.

he managed to calm you down enough so you could get some sleep. he was quietly singing a song to calm you down. by the time he finished singing you were fast asleep. he was still running his hand on your back, “sleep well, angel,” he leaned in to kiss the top of your head. “i’ll be here when you wake up,”