Summary • He's hot, he's funny, he's charming, and he's fumbled every single person who's ever shown interest in him. And he's asking you for advice, completely oblivious to the fact that you're into him too. But damn it, you want this loser, so you'll help him figure it out.
Genre • fluff
WC • 1.3k
Content • Jisung being oblivious; reader being sarcastic as hell, desperately wanting to shut him up by kissing him on his stupid face
"I just don't get it."
Jisung leaned back in his seat, the red cushion of the cafe chair groaning under his weight. But he paid it no mind, because his own groaning was louder.
"Like... I'm an objectively good looking guy, right? And I'm funny. And cool. I play guitar... people think guitar players are hot. And I'm good at sports—"
"You're not," you interrupted, crossing your arms. An exhausted sigh escaped you- this song and dance was obnoxiously familiar. You've been in this same cafe, this same booth in the corner, sipping the same latte while he moaned about his lack of love life.
"I could be!" He slammed his palms on the table, looking straight at you with an air of determination that could solve a cold case. If only he used that determination to figure out what was right in front of him.
You rolled your eyes. Here he goes again.
Jisung was, unfortunately for you, a genuinely good guy underneath all his jokes and cocky attitude. When you needed your car fixed, he had driven you everywhere you needed to go. When you were moving (and on the verge of an emotional breakdown from the stress), he'd taken care of getting all your furniture to your new place. And when he cried in front of you for the first time, letting go of all the jokes he used as armor, you realized you were in too deep. Now you dream of his laughing face and kissing him silly. It was awful.
"It just doesn't make any sense!" he continued. "You know what I found out? Apparently, two people liked me last year. TWO!" He threw his hands up in the air. "And I didn't even know!"
The look you gave him was frigid, like he was the biggest idiot in the world. Because he was.
"And you haven't asked out either of them, because...?"
"Because now they're dating each other!" he yelled, only to shrink into himself when his voice echoed across the entire cafe, incurring the stares of other patrons. He groaned again, for the injustice of it all, and propped his head into his hands. "They said they talked about me on their first date. How I was 'confusing'. Like I was supposed to know I was being flirted with."
"Knowing you, they probably asked you out directly." You took a sip of your latte, and watched the horrified realization dawn on his face.
"Oh my god," he muttered, eyes slowly widening in shock. "She did always say stuff like 'what would you do if I asked you out?'"
You nearly choked on your drink.
"Jisung, I'm gonna hold your hand when I tell you this." The drink clattered back onto the table between you, and you grabbed his hands. He wouldn't even know it was just an excuse to touch him. "That's blatantly obvious. You're just an idiot."
If it was up to you, he wouldn't even be in this situation. He'd be dating you. And it wasn't for lack of trying, either. You've tried. But like always, he just sat there obliviously. In that stupid soft grey hoodie and wearing those stupid cute glasses, being stupid. And then you end up back here, listening to him complain when you really want to grab him by the shoulders and shake him. Or hit him with a hammer. Or kiss him.
Jisung slumped back in his seat with a pout, but the force of his self-pity knocked his head back into the wall with a loud thud. He let out a pained "ow!", and you had to hold back a snicker lest he pouted even harder.
"Just help me," he whined, and you almost felt bad for the guy. "I'm too hot to be perpetually single..."
And just like that, that tiny ounce of sympathy evaporated instantly.
"Sign up for a dating app or something." Flat. Emotionless. Dead-eyed stare.
Ask me out.
"Can't I meet someone the ol' fashion way? Like..."
He leaned forward and slammed his hands back on the table with another brilliant thought. The table shook, your latte sloshed around its mug, and coffee spilled out onto the wood. He froze at the sight for a long moment, giving room for the imaginary laugh track in his head to finish. Then he quickly wiped it up.
"Sorry. Anyway. I just wanna meet someone while I'm... at the farmers market or something. We meet in line for some sweet potatoes, and they bump into me, and I go 'wow, can't keep your hands to yourself?'. And they go 'oh, sorry, you're just so cute I couldn't help myself'. And then I brush a strand of hair behind their ear and go—"
"Okay, I've heard enough."
"I wasn't finished!"
You sighed. "Jisung, you wouldn't be able to flirt with a rock. And you wouldn't know if the rock was flirting back anyway."
"Hey... I could..." he protested, sounding unconvincing even to his own ears. "Probably. I just... need the rock to ask me out directly."
You looked at him for a long, silent moment, letting him sit there in that completely wrong thought.
He wants to think he could? Let's test that theory.
"Jisung, what would you do if I asked you out?"
He blinked suddenly, your cup of coffee halfway to his mouth, frozen still. You hadn't even realized he stole it.
"Uh... I'd probably make a bad joke, to be honest." He pulled at his collar. Averted his eyes. "I don't know."
You literally used the same line. The one he said was used to flirt with him. And he still didn't get it.
"Right." You swiped the coffee back from his thieving hands, just to see the sheepish look on his face when he finally looked back to you. "That's what I thought."
"Okay, what would you do if I asked you out?" he asked proudly, as if that was a gotcha moment for him. He sat there, with his smug little smile, reaching back for your latte.
"I'd say yes, you idiot."
Immediately, the smirk disappeared. His jaw hung open, shut closed, and opened again, like he had something to say but couldn't get the words out. His eyes squinted slightly. Brows furrowed. You could almost see the gears turning in his head, processing your statement. Finally, he let out a scoff.
"You don't mean that."
The only response from you was your deadpan gaze, which told him what he needed to know.
"Oh my god, wait. You mean that."
When you nodded, he ran a hand through his messy hair and let out a nervous giggle. He never thought he'd get this far. "Uh, okay. Do you... wanna go out?"
"Yes, you idiot." You feigned exasperation, but you couldn't help the smile creeping up your lips. Finally. This idiot finally did it. And soon, you're going to be able to kiss him quiet whenever he started getting annoying.
At your words, he beamed from ear to ear. A faint blush colored his cheeks pink, and you all you could think about was how cute the expression looked on him. There was a lot you'd do to keep that look on his face, you realized.
"I never really... thought you'd like me," he confessed, his voice getting softer from the rare vulnerability. "Not like that, I mean. You're always..." He gestured vaguely at your general vibe. "Y'know. I didn't think I'd have a chance."
Then, he cleared his throat, and his smile transformed back into his signature cocky smirk.
"Hah. See? I knew it. I'm irresistible. Even to sarcastic little know-it-alls like you."
You had a feeling you'd be shutting him up very soon.
Jisung in bi in this fic #wahoo
Unfortunately based on my life. I am Jisung. I am lamenting. I am hoping that one day I wont be an idiot. This is wish fulfillment for me specifically because if there are people out there that want a hot funny cocky loser this badly then maybe there's still hope for me.
If you like it please tell me! I crave people's thoughts. I came back out of hiatus specifically because of a bunch of nice messages from @nyxiesnightmare that I only saw today and then I ended up just writing a fic then and there. I actually haven't wrote anything since my last fic on this blog in early 2024 but it was really fun!
ꪆ୧ 𝒶n 𓈒 𓈒 ⭑ after the jeongin fic, i can’t stop writing domestic!skz 😭 (also i’ll just continue posting flufftober fics even through november bc of that ugly tumblr scam which practically stole two weeks of my time on here 😔); also this is your early bday gift @angelwings-fly !!!!! happy birthday in advance lovey 💗
ꪆ୧ 𝓌arnings + tags 𓈒 𓈒 ⭑ han and reader are married and have two children (juhoon and aka) , kissing , mentions of making out , there’s a flashback that starts around halfway through the fic , hinting at my fav best friends to lovers agenda , han’s gummy smile >> , reader admits she’s short (joke lol) ;
ꪆ୧ 𝓌c 𓈒 𓈒 ⭑ 0.8k
“god, i love you,” han muttered against your neck, inhaling deeply.
your daughter, aka, started yapping on the kitchen counter beside where you both stood.
“mama!” she squealed, making grabby-hand motions towards you.
you immediately gravitated towards her, letting go of han.
he groaned loudly, “don’t leave me like that, love, come onnnn,” he whined.
your older son, juhoon, walked into the kitchen.
“don’t make out near the place where we eat food, it’s kind of disgusting,” he pointed out, rolling his eyes at you and han.
“you don’t know what it’s like to love a woman, hoon, otherwise you’d wanna kiss her to death too,” han pointed his finger towards your son.
“says who?”
“says… wait what?” han stuttered for a second, eyebrows shooting up.
“you have a girlfriend?” you asked snapping your gaze towards juhoon quickly, while still hugging aka.
“HOW?” han stood in shock. “i only found y/n when i was 17, and you… you’re like ten years old?!”
“appa. i’m sixteen.”
“same thing, literally.”
“not really.”
“don’t dodge questions, hoon,” you said. “who’s the lucky girl?”
“or guy?” han added quickly.
he stayed quiet for a second before speaking hesitantly. “it’s uhh… yuna.”
“YOUR BEST FRIEND YUNA?” han clapped his hands delightedly. “history does repeat itself.” he glanced at you, grinning.
“wait. were you both best friends before… all this gross teenage romance stuff?” juhoon asked you both, gaze darting between the two of you.
han chuckled in amusement, and you began giggling in harmony with aka’s little squeals and giggles at the drama she probably didn’t understand anyway.
20 years ago…
“god, your jokes really are terrible,” you pointed a finger at han.
he laughed, throwing his head back. “sure, love. tell yourself that. i’m funny, and you can’t admit it.”
“whatever,” you grumbled.
jisung’s brown eyes glowed as they caught streams of sunlight filtering in through the classroom window.
his gummy smile lit up your day everyday. as you both maintained eye contact, his smile flickered, before changing into a smirk. his eyes narrowed.
“i win every staring contest, love, don’t try me,” he tried to threaten you into losing.
“hah! that’s the funniest joke you’ve made all year, and it’s already october, bitch,” you retorted.
he blinked twice, undeniably losing the game, but continued staring at you. his smile was gone. except… he was looking at you with a different gaze now. he was studying you: the exact shade of your eyes—one of them illuminated by the sunlight, and the other dark—as if he could read every thought racing behind them.
“quit staring like that,” you said, exhaling sharply.
he didn’t say anything, just leaned his head forwards to rest on his hands, and continued looking at you with those beautiful damned eyes of his.
“your eyes. i hope our kids get them,” he said.
“i hope they get my sense of humour too,” you rolled your eyes.
it was a joke.
you think.
what if it wasn’t, though?
the rest of the class streamed out for art class, leaving only the two of you alone in the back.
he glanced at your mouth, watching your breath hitch.
his eyes drifted back to yours.
“i’d let you run me over,” he declared after a moment.
“is that code for ‘let’s go out soon’ in han jisung?” you joked, hoping it wasn’t… well, a joke.
“maybe it is. what then?” his voice dropped.
he leaned slightly closer towards you, and you couldn’t help but watch him wet his lips lightly, almost innocently. he smiled, knowing what he was doing.
“shut up, smartass. just kiss me,” you breathed, wrapping a hand around his throat, and pulling him closer. “please.” you whispered, your lips almost touching his.
he nodded slightly, and pushed forward.
his teeth traced your lips, his tongue tangled with yours. his hands rested on your cheek, and on your waist. under your shirt. cold hands grazing your warm skin.
he tugged you closer, and your bodies morphed into one. he pulled you onto his lap, running his fingers through your hair.
“you’re perfect, you know that?” he gasped, pulling away.
“i’m ninety percent sure that i one hundred percent sucked at that considering it was my first kiss, ji,” you admitted as your ears turned red.
“my first time too, baby, but it was perfect, so don’t worry your pretty little head about that,” he smiled at you.
“i love you; i have always loved you, and i always will,” he confessed, holding you tightly.
“i fucking love you so much, ji,” you finally said, looking straight into han’s eyes. “and i sincerely hope our kids get your height, and not mine.”
⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚pairing: han jisung x reader
⋆.˚⟡ ࣪ ˖summary: falling in love with your roommate jisung is chaotic in the best way.
⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚warnings/genre: fluff!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! that's basically it. like there's a cat? idk?
⋆.˚⟡ ࣪ ˖notes: i haven't posted my writing in a loooooong time, but i think i've improved a lot over that time ngl!! im a sucker for the golden retriever n black cat dynamic lol! anw, english isn't my first language, so there might be grammar issues and such. enjoyyyy
living with han jisung was like starring in your very own sitcom. it was chaotic, unpredictable, and occasionally hazardous to your health. like the time he tried to make pancakes.
"yn! breakfast is almost ready!" jisung called from the kitchen.
the phrase alone was enough to set off alarm bells. you hurried out of your room to investigate, and sure enough, smoke was already curling out of the kitchen doorway.
"ji, what did you do?" you demanded, rushing in to find him frantically fanning a smoking frying pan with a dish towel.
"it's fine! everything's under control!" he insisted, though the blackened.. um.. something... that was in the pan was saying something else. "why does it smell like you set a campfire in here?"
"its artistic, okay? slightly charred is a valid flavor profile"
you snatched the pan from him and dumped the remains into the trash. "artistic my ass.. hannie, you literally almost set off the smoke alarm! what did i say about unsupervised cooking?"
he pouted, rubbing the back of his neck. "i just wanted to make breakfast for you, y'know? as a surprise.."
your annoyance softened a little. "that's sweet" you admitted. "but maybe next time, let's stick to cereal."
"or", he said, brightening, "you could cook and i could supervise!"
"you supervise? the guy who just tried to set the kitchen on fire?"
"exactly! teamwork makes the dream work, right??"
you rolled your eyes affectionately, shoving a bowl of cereal into his hands. "here. eat this before you burn the whole building down"
"fine.. but i'm still your favorite roommate, right?"
"you're literally my only roommate, hanji.."
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it was pouring rain when you returned from your grocery run, your arms full of bags and your raincoat looked.. rather suspicious. jisung, lounging on the couch, perked up as soon as you walked in.
"uhh yn, what's in your coat..?"
"..groceries?"
"nuh-uh. groceries don't move."
"it's.. a new kind of.. pasta..?"
"c'mon, what's in there??", he reached for the zipper, but you backed away, clutching your coat protectively.
but just then, a tiny, muffled meow escaped from your coat. both of you froze.
"...", jisung was pointing at you like you'd just confessed to a crime. "is there a cat in your coat?"
you sighed and unzipped your coat to reveal a soaking wet, shivering black kitten curled up inside. "i mean come on! couldn't just leave her, she was in a box by the road, and it was raining so hard! look at her, she's so small!"
jisung stared at the kitten for a long moment before it let out another tiny meow. "so… can we keep her? please?" you spoke again.
he groaned. "yn you know i'm a dog guy! what am i supposed to do with a cat?"
the kitten blinked up at him with its big, round eyes, and his resolve melted immediately.
"..fine", he muttered. "but i'm naming her bean."
"bean?"
"yeah" he said smugly. "because she's black, like a coffee bean. and also because she's cute, like me."
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it didn't take long for bean to integrate herself into your chaotic little household. she adored climbing onto jisung's lap while he was gaming, batting at his controller until he lost matches.
one night, you came home to find jisung lying on the couch, wearing an expression of pure betrayal. bean was perched on his chest, staring him down with judgment. a lot of judgement.
"what happened..?" you asked, setting your bag down.
"she ate my last slice of pizza" he said mournfully.
you snorted. "you left it on the coffee table. that's, like, basically an invitation."
"she's a menace", he grumbled. still, he smiled softly when he looked back at bean. "she's just like you."
"...excuse me?"
"black cat energy."
"what?"
"y'know?? you're all aloof and sarcastic, but deep down, you care. you just don't show it much."
were you in a romcom?
your cheeks warmed. "whatever, hannie..."
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it was just some thursday evening when everything changed. you were in the kitchen, stirring a pot of soup, while jisung leaned on the counter, watching you.
"you're unusually quiet", you said without looking up.
"hm? 's nothing." his voice was soft, almost hesitant.
you glanced over your shoulder, only to find him staring at you with an expression you couldn't quite place.
"you're acting weird lately."
he chuckled nervously. "i just-" he hesitated, running a hand through his hair.
"i think i'm in love with you."
the spoon in your hand froze mid-stir. "...what?"
"i'm serious", he continued. "you're… everything. you're funny and caring, even when you try not to be. you brought home a cat, for crying out loud, because you couldn't stand to see it suffer in the rain. you cook me dinner when i'm too lazy to fend for myself, and you make this place feel like home."
your heart thudded painfully in your chest as you turned to face him fully. "jisung-"
"i know it's a lot", he said quickly. "and i'll get it if you don't feel the same. but i couldn't keep it in anymore."
for a long moment, the room was silent except for the simmering stew. then, slowly, a smile crept across your face. "you're an idiot", you said, your voice shaking slightly.
"...wh-"
"i love you too", you admitted. you could feel your cheeks burning up. now, when i tell you his face lit up like a fucking christmas tree, i mean it.
"wait, really?!"
"..shut up and set the table before the food gets cold."
he beamed, practically skipping off to grab plates, while bean watched from her perch on the counter, tail flicking smugly.
you could swear she was planning her next bit of chaos.
a/n: im actually happy abt this one so like?? yay??????? anws han jisung is bias wrecking me so hard so here you go also late late late LATE happy new years i hope you guys have a great year to come bye bye!!!!!!!! dividers credit to @strangergraphics <3
❄︎ PAIRING: LEE KNOW X READER X HAN
❄︎ CW: GN!READER, SWEARING, NO CLEAR ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP,
❄︎ WC: 0.3K
❄︎ NOTE:
3:27 am
Y/n slammed their phone on their bed. Sleep wasn't coming easy tonight and the winter air wasn't helping. Sure the heater in the apartment was on but it still wasn't enough. They'd been tossing and turning for hours. Kicking off covers and roll themselves back up in a burrito. Listening to music but still nothing.
“Fuck it.” Y/n kicked their covers off and walked down the hall to her roommates.
Quietly knocking on their door before peeking inside.
“Ji? Min?” They asked into the darkness
“Yeah?” Minho’s voice came.
“Were you sleeping?” Y/n asked
“No, Jisungs out though. What’s up?”
“Can’t sleep.”
“Come here.”
Minho managed to move the sheets, waking Jisung up in the process, and made room for them between the two.
“Wha…?” Jisung said
“Y/n’s sleeping with us tonight,” Minho explained
“Mmm good. It's cold,” Jisung grumbled as Y/n got in the middle of them.
Jisung wrapped his arms around Y/n and laid his head on their chest as Minho chuckled while throwing the covers back over the three of them. Wrapping an arm around both of them so they all fit on the bed and were warm.
Y/n soon fell into a comfortable slumber for the first time all night. Wrapped in warmth into the morning. Jisung snuggled up against them when they woke up. Minho lying back with an arm under their head.
Y/n went to sit up only for Jisung to pull them back down. “Jisung.”
“Stay. It's comfy and no one has to work today,” the rapper complained
“He’s not letting you get up. You stuck with us,” Minho added
Y/n shrugged. Between Minho and Jisung, the cold winter air was kept outside the trio’s apartment. Y/n snuggled up with the two while anime played on the TV they kept in their room. Only really get up to eat and use the bathroom but always going back to the bedroom for cuddles.
summary: You were only planning on showing your boyfriend your jewelry collection from over the years, but he wanted to have something to add to your collection.
Masterlist
genre: fluff
warnings: kisses, pet names(love, baby, sweetie)
You and Jisung sat up on your shared bed, and you had you're jewelry box next to you as you showed each piece to him.
"I also have this one." You said with a smile, holding up a silver bracelet with tiny star pendants embedded in the chain.
"Wow.." Jisung mumbled, and he gently took the bracelet from you to get a better look.
"This is.. wow. It's so beautiful, love."
You smiled, and you moved closer to Jisung on the bed as you looked up at him.
"You think so?" You asked, and all he did was nod wordlessly as he admired the piece of jewelry.
You both sat there in silence for a while, and you were enjoying the silence until Jisung spoke up.
"Do you think we can.. get matching bracelets? Or rings, or- or necklaces..?" He asked, seemingly quite shy.
You smiled as you heard his question, and you looked over at him.
"Yeah? You wanna get some matching jewelry?"
Jisung nodded quickly, a small smile of his own growing on his face.
"I think we can find something then.." You said, and you reached over to the nightstand where your phone was placed.
It took a bit, but you eventually found something you thought would be perfect for you and Jisung, so you quickly placed the order and waited for them to arrive.
When they did arrive, you set them down on his nightstand. It was just a simple matching bracelet, one with one amethyst bead, and the other with a jade bead. It may have been simple, but to you, it felt perfect for you and your boyfriend.
When Jisung got home from work, you two had dinner together before watching a movie and then getting ready for bed, and it wasn't until Jisung had settled down on his side of the bed after getting ready to sleep when he noticed the bracelets.
He let out a soft gasp, his eyes filled with genuine happiness as he gently picked both of them up and got a closer look at them.
You giggled softly at his reaction before sitting down on the bed next to him, and you leaned closer.
"Do you like them?" You asked, a gentle smile on your face.
Jisung looked up at you, his expression equally as soft as yours.
"Like them? Baby, I love them."
He reached out for your wrist, and he clasped one of the bracelets around it before doing the same with his own wrist and the other bracelet.
He smiled up at you, then leaned in and placed a soft kiss on your cheek.
"Thank you, sweetie.." He muttered.
You smiled in response, and you wrapped your arms around his neck and leaned in for another kiss.
"Of course. I'm glad you're happy with them."
"Now you have something new for your collection!" He said with a grin.
You nod with a smile, happy seeing him so happy.
"Yeah, I do now."
Jisung gave you another kiss, before pulling away and resting his forehead against your own.
ꪆ୧ 𝒶n 𓈒 𓈒 ⭑ high school!best friend!jisung had a whole fanbase in my mind tbh.. don’t be surprised if i write more fics for this version of han even after flufftober’s done lol <3 enjoy down bad!han and down bad!reader (:
ꪆ୧ 𝓌arnings + tags 𓈒 𓈒 ⭑ swearing (once) , very bad chemistry jokes / puns , jinju namgang yudeu (lantern festival) mentioned , entire ot8 cast mentioned at least once ;
ꪆ୧ 𝓌c 𓈒 𓈒 ⭑ 1.4k
“we’re gonna be late for practice, y/n! let’s go!” han whined outside your bedroom door.
“when did you even get inside my house, you weirdo?” you asked through the door while you struggled to pull on a shirt.
“i’ve been here long enough to eat breakfast and long enough to know that we’ll be late at the rate you’re getting ready. why are you getting so dressed up? got a boy to impress?”you rolled your eyes, even though he couldn’t see it. “did you just roll your eyes at me?” he guessed. you laughed to yourself.
“i’m taking time to get ready because i woke up late, ji. you know i don’t have anyone to impress but you,” you joked. well, it wasn’t really a joke, though…
han and you have been best friends ever since you learnt how to crawl. your families were close, and you two were closer.
you had seen each other go through all the weird phases in middle school and high school, and if you still stuck by each other? yeah, you were definitely best friends forever.
except… you had kind of fallen in love with your best friend two years ago.
how did that happen? you didn’t know either.
“i’m walking in, i hope you’re decent,” he announced, before opening the door. he beelined for your soft bed, and fell face-down on it. “i love how your bed smells like you. it’s nice,” he mumbled.
“you’re weird,” you commented, turning away as blood rushed to your face. “like, a freak.”
“i know,” he grinned with wide eyes, trying to creep you out even more. “is this working? are you getting scared now? can we leave now?”
“you fucking menace,” you swore at him, and pulled him up from your bed by force. “let’s go.”
you reached school right on time, contrary to han’s expectations.
“what time’s band practice today?” you asked him. you turned to look at him. gentle breeze blew through his soft hair, and unfiltered sunlight shined on him. his brown doe eyes almost glowed under the light, making him look like a greek god or something.
“it’s after lunch. and quit staring, you’re creepy,” he said, turning away, but you caught sight of his red ears.
the day flew by quickly; you were paired with other people for your chemistry titration lab assignment, and the two of you got together after that only to complain about how your partners were just so bad at their jobs.
“the solution was so pink, it could’ve even passed for red,” han complained.
“my partner was thoroughly convinced that she could see the light pink colour, but there was literally no colour at all! if you told me it was water, i might have even believed it!” you whined.
“i’m never partnering with anyone except you,” han promised. “i don’t have the social battery to deal with anyone else.”
you smiled to yourself proudly.
“same,” you hummed. “no one makes better nerdy jokes than you.”
“hey! they’re good jokes!”
“‘you’re so basic, you make my indicator turn blue’ is not a good joke.”
“yes, it is,” he argued.
“nope.”
“let’s ask the professor then, hm?” he challenged.
you grinned evilly. “okay, let’s.”
you walked up to the front of the class, where your chemistry professor was seated. she was looking at someone’s shabby handwriting on an exam paper.
“what can i do for you two?” she asked, looking up.
“we need you to give a ruling on whether a joke is a good one or not,” you explained.
“what’s the joke?” she asked, raising her eyebrows.
you gestured to han.
“he’s the joke?” she asked. you stifled a laugh.
“he made the joke, and he thinks it’s ‘good’ but i disagree,” you said. han looked away for a second to compose himself.
“‘you’re so basic, you make my indicator turn blue,’” he said confidently.
the professor laughed unbelievably loudly, mockingly, for a few seconds before completely stopping. “was that meant to be funny, han?” she asked.
you grinned and fist-bumped your professor, who shook her head, and hid a smile.
“i told you!” you giggled into han’s ear on purpose.
“whatever,” he mumbled. “do you have a better joke, then?”
“is that a challenge?” you narrowed your eyes at him. after a minute of careful thought, you continued seriously. “‘we’re making bad chemistry jokes because all the good ones… argon’.”
after a second of silence, your professor genuinely burst out laughing, and so did han.
“okay, i can agree that your joke was better than mine,” he admitted.
“that was actually a good one,” your professor admitted, still smiling.
after lunch, your band met in the practice room. the school asked you to prepare an opening performance for the jinju namgang yudeung festival soon.
seungmin, the lead singer of your band, explained that it was an annual lantern festival held in october. “wishes are made using the lanterns, and they’re allowed to float down the river,” he said.
you were pretty excited, since it was an annual tradition for han and you to make each other a lantern.
“we’re starting the performance with an introduction of the band members, right?” hyunjin asked. seungmin nodded.
your band formed nearly four years ago, on the first day of high school. now, you were studying your last few weeks here.
“okay, let’s begin. we have felix on the keyboard,” han announced. felix played a short bit of his favourite piece, ‘the hanging tree’ from the hunger games soundtrack.
“changbin on bass, and han on the electric guitar,” you picked up. they played a small part of ‘fein!’ by travis scott.
“y/n on drums!” felix hyped you up. you quickly played a bit of ‘enter sandman’ by metallica.
“hyunjin and seungmin for vocals,” changbin whooped. they harmonised and performed a small part of their duet.
“dare i say… i already love our band?” han commented, sighing happily.
“i can see us taking over the world stage,” you whispered dramatically.
“we should sign on someone as a manager,” changbin added.
“someone like chan?”
“perfect! minho could cook for us, in exchange for free tickets?”
“and jeongin could be our public relations and social media manager!”
after a lot of bickering and band practice, you paused to look at han. he was sweating from the humid weather, but he looked like he was glowing. the little bit of sunlight falling through the window kissed his face in all the right ways.
his eyes seemed to glow, and his lips looked like a woman’s dream, to be honest.
and, oh god, his eyelashes. why did he look so good?
he suddenly met your gaze, but you didn’t turn away this time.
the slight tension lingered after practice, while han and you went to a nearby store on the way home.
you took seats beside each other, by the window. you had poured some hot water into your noodles cups, and the refreshing smell of tasty food signalled you to begin eating.
after a few slurp!s, you decided to address the elephant in the room.
“i need you to listen to me, and not freak out,” you began, watching han’s face for any changes. he nodded, contused. you continued speaking. “you are the most important person in my life. i have always prioritised your opinion and your presence, even above my parents’. the relationship we share? it’s the most sacred one, ever. and i’ll always treasure it. but a few years ago, i realised my feelings for you began to change… and grow… and now, i’m completely and hopelessly in love with you. it would make sense if you pretend this never happened, in case you don’t feel the same way. i just don’t want to ruin whatever we have, and—”
“y/n, stop. breathe. listen to me,” he paused. you tried to catch your breath. he continued. “there is no person in this universe other than you, that i’d like to hear these words from. not just a few years ago, baby, i’ve been absolutely whipped for you since we were babies. i’ve never been able to imagine any moment of my life without you in it. and there’s no one else i’d rather spend the rest of my life with than you,” he smiled at you, moving closer. “i love you, y/n. i love you so much that i want to officially ask you the question that’s been on my mind since the first day: can i be your boyfriend?” he grinned at you in the most jisung-fashion.
you nodded vigorously. “yeah. you can be my boyfriend, han jisung,” you said, hugging him tightly. “i love you so much.”
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✧ PAIRING: SKZ X READER
✧ CW: ARGUMENT, CURSING, KISSES, FOOD MENTIONS, TYPICAL GIRL BSF IN LOVE WITH GUY IN RELATIONSHIP (NOT MENTIONED IN ALL), MENTION ANXIETY IN HAN'S, GIRL BSF CALLS READER A GOLD DIGGER IN HAN'S PART, FEM!READER, FAKE TEXTS
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✧ NOTE: I was too lazy to give a name for the girl bf so... she is referred to as "(name)"
BANG CHAN
Chan sighed and tossed his phone onto his bed. He knew he really fucked up, but there wasn’t much he could do. They’d gotten into fights before and he knew some space would let them both calm down and think. He didn’t like that he’d been unaware he had let Y/n sizzle in anger for a whole night since he came back to the dorms after leaving his friend.
He laid back against the bed and thought. He had her gifts all ready to head over. He planned to pick up a bouquet and food on his way over today. But now he didn’t know. He didn’t even know if they had eaten today.
He grabbed his phone and ordered her fav over to her place. It was one thing he could do while he waited. He checked social media, text notifications, did some writing; anything to keep busy. He almost jumped out of his chair when his phone notified him of a text message. The one he had been waiting for for who knows how long. The small ‘come over’ text had him running around the room, grabbing everything. Phone, wallet, keys, shoes, gifts. Double and triple checking he had everything before he left the dorms and headed to her place. Stopping for a few minutes to get her flower.
Y/n sat, waiting on the couch, finishing up the food he had for her. Ultimately, she knew Chan would never truly mean to forget and ditch her on her birthday. Most of his days would mesh together and he was always busy so she couldn’t really fully blame him. But, she also knew (name) didn’t like her that much. Y/n figured very quickly (name) was that typical girl best friend who had a crush on their guy best friend. Y/n just didn’t want to come off as the jealous girlfriend so she never brought it up to Chan.
She got pulled out of her thoughts when she heard the door unlock and she knew he was there. She didn’t move from the couch, letting him come to her. Chan locked the door and slid his shoes off and walked into her living room. Y/n just stared at him as she set the takeout on her coffee table. In the back of her head, she thought it was cute he came in with flowers and presents but she was still pissed and she was keeping it up.
Chan set the flowers and gifts down on the other end of the couch before kneeling down in front of her, putting his arms on either side of her on the cushion. “I’m so sorry baby. I really don’t have any excuse. I should have made sure I had the correct day for your birthday in my phone. I shouldn’t have agreed to go out with her yesterday.”
“It was her idea to hang out?” Y/n asked
“Yeah? Why?”
“Fucking cunt,” Y/n groaned
“Babe? Talk to me,” Chan grabbed her hips and rubbed small circles into the skin with his thumbs.
“We don’t get along Chan. As much as I hate to tell you this because she was your friend before we got together, I know she fucking likes you, Chan. If it was her idea then she must’ve fucking known it was my birthday and— fuck I sound like the crazy jealous girlfriend.”
“Hey, hey. No, you don’t love.” Chan grabbed her face and ran her thumbs under her eyes, catching the tears that threatened to fall, “You saying that made me just realize it. She was very clingy with me yesterday and it did make me uncomfortable. I never meant for any of that to happen yesterday. Will you let me stay here and make it up to you baby?”
Y/n nodded and watched him let out a breath neither knew he was holding. “You owe me a lot of cuddle and kisses for that shit.”
“Gladly,” Chan moved up onto the couch and pulled her into his chest, and kissed all over her face.
LEE KNOW
Minho immediately jumped into action. He generally thought his girlfriend’s birthday was today. So he saw no harm in going back home, seeing (name), and then going to his parents after. He tossed his phone onto the bed and got dressed. He wasn’t gonna be here all day, he’d told his parents he was just staying the night and then heading to Y/n’s in the morning. He was sticking to the plan, whether she was pissed at him or not.
He grabbed all his stuff and the gifts he had bought her. Mid-checking to make sure he had everything, all three of his cats decided to demand attention. Minho sighed and sat on the bed and petted Doongi while Soogni and Dori did their own thing in his room. “Wanna go see you’re mom? She won’t beat me up if you guys come.” Minho said.
Doongi just meowed at him as he got up, grabbing their travel crate. He got it on the bed and opened it, leaving them to go in while he grabbed a few treats, in case they needed coercion, which they did.
Once he did manage to get the three of them in and close the crate, he made sure he had everything. His mom shoved her birthday gift for Y/n into his arms before he left and got into the car. Minho kept an eye on his messages the whole ride over to her apartment. She probably wouldn’t text him after her last message. No point in messaging her that he was on the way, she wouldn’t let him in. So, he just opted to surprise her.
Y/n was cleaning up from her and Jisung’s shit talk last night about her boyfriend. She’d passed out last night after he left to head back to the dorms. He texted and complained about his hangover which made up for a little bit of the sour mood. She updated him about the conversation with her boyfriend.
She was cleaning up the counter when she heard a knock at her door. She put the rag down and headed over to unlock it. Figuring it was probably one of the guys. And she was right, it just wasn’t the one she wanted to see. Then she saw the cat crate. “I’m only letting you in because I want to see my babies.”
“I’m not gonna argue it,” Minho said as he walked in.
He let the cats out in the living room and they immediately took over, having been to Y/n’s apartment before. Soongi went right over to Y/n and laid on her lap. Minho had set down the presents he’d brought over as well and sat on the floor. “I’m sorry kitten. I shouldn’t have blamed you for my mistake. I don’t know why I didn’t hear my phone go off yesterday.”
“You still forgot my birthday,” Y/n glared at him
“And I shouldn’t have. I shouldn’t forget you’re birthday, no matter what’s going on. That’s on me entirely and I swear on our babies it won’t happen again.”
Y/n looked at the cat on her lap for a moment. “Cook me dinner tonight and I’ll accept you’re apology.”
“Deal,” Minho agreed immediately, without a fight
“Why did you buy me so much by the way?” Y/n motioned the gifts on the table
“Because I love you and you deserve it. And there’s one from my parents.” Minho moved up to the couch and wrapped his arm around his shoulders.
“I’ll open them later. You have cuddles to make up for being a dickhead.”
“Come here.” Minho pulled her against him as she held the cat in her arms
CHANGBIN
Changbin sighed, running his hands through his curls. He usually wasn't a forgetful person, especially with his girlfriend. How the fuck did he manage to forget her birthday and then go out with another female friend. He quite honestly felt awful about it. Now he had to figure out an apology. Food always seemed like a good apology.
Y/n didn’t even go back to sleep after she texted her boyfriend. She just lay awake in her bed, staring at the ceiling. She knew she couldn’t stay mad at him for long. But she was also a bit pissed that he had said “argument” in his text. He was wrong for forgetting her birthday but it made it sound like he wasn’t wrong for doing so. The word just pissed her off more.
Y/n got up and did some housework she had been putting off for a few days. Better than laying in bed angry. She tossed the covers off and got to work, putting on her playlist as she worked. It took her mind off of it for a while. Almost an hour later she heard a knock at her door. She figured it was a package she ordered and opened the door. But it was just a food delivery, and she knew she hadn’t ordered food today.
She picked up the take-out bag and looked at it. It was from her favorite take out spot and the address was hers so someone sent it to her. Only one person came to mind.
She took the food inside and set it on the counter before texting the boyfriend she was mad at. He must have been waiting for her to text him because he replied immediately.
Y/n: Did you order food to my place?
Gym rat: Yes. It’s part one of my apology for missing you’re birthday.
She rarely could stay mad at Changbin for long. She mentally sighed and typed out the next text.
Y/n: Come over so we can talk
Gym rat: on my way
Y/n ate and finished up her cleaning while she waited. It only took him twenty minutes to get to her apartment and knock on the door.
“He has a key, why is he knocking?” Y/n asked herself as she walked towards the door.
Her question was answered when she opened the door and saw his arms full with a bouquet of flowers and gift bags. His face just said ‘i’m sorry.’ Y/n stepped aside and let him in. Changbin stepped in and set the gifts and flowers down on her coffee table before turning to her. Y/n had followed him into the living room after she locked the door, arms crossed.
“You wanna argue now?”
“There’s nothing to argue about,” Changbin sat on the edge of her couch. “It was wrong of me to forget you’re birthday and then go out with (name). I’m so sorry baby. I’ll make sure it won’t happen again.”
“That hurt, you know. Going out with another girl on my birthday.” Y/n walked over to him from where she stood.
“I know sweetheart. I would never do that on purpose to you. I would never cancel on you for another girl. I love you too much to hurt you like that.” Changbin reach out and pulled her towards him so she stood between his legs. He placed his hands on the back of her thighs, looking up at her, “Whatever you want, I’ll do it. Won’t ever happen again.” He placed a soft kiss on her stomach.
The little kiss made her smile as she looked down at him and ran her hands through his curls. “Promise?”
“Swear on my life,” Changbin rested his chin up against her chin.
“You’re forgiven, love. You owe two days’ worth of cuddles for that.”
“I’ll give you a month’s worth of cuddles to make up for it.”
Changbin pulled her down onto his lap and cradled her into his chest and showered her with kisses
HYUNJIN
Y/n ignored her boyfriend’s last text, not even looking at the device as she threw it onto the couch. She wrapped herself up in her favorite blanket and turned back to the show she was watching. Almost forgetting the conversation with her boyfriend until she heard a few knocks on her door. She’d waddled over to the door and looked through the peephole. She saw her boyfriend on the other side. She’d almost told him off but she knew from the look he was trying not to break down crying.
She was a weak woman to her emotional ferret of a boyfriend. She took a deep breath and opened the door, blanket hanging around her frame as she met his eyes.
“I’m so sorry darling,” Hyunjin was sure if she told him to leave now he’d cry the whole way back to the dorms.
“Come in. Let’s talk,” Y/n let him inside.
Hyunjin stepped into the familiar apartment and followed her over to the couch. He put the food and coffe on the table and sat on the ground in front of her.
“(name) knows when my birthday is hyune,” Y/n stated
“I knew something was off yesterday,” Hyunjin sighed
“What’s that mean?”
“She showed up at the dorm, damn near right as I rolled out of bed and asked me to go shopping with her.”
“Took advantage of you’re sleepiness, huh?”
“Yeah. Thinking back on it she almost made sure I wasn’t looking at my phone yesterday, and was being super clingy,” Hyunjin’s face scruched up at the thought.
“Yeah. She likes you hyune. I noticed when I first met her. I didn’t want to seem like the controlling girlfriend so I didn’t say anything,” Y/n explained as she ran her hands through his hair
“I would never think you’re controlling, love,” Hyunjin moved up to the couch and pulled her into his arms, “I really am sorry about forgetting about you love.’’
“I forgive you darling, (name) is to blame.”
“Think I should stop being friends with her.”
“Do what’s best for you darling. I’ll support you either way.”
“I love you.”
“Love you too.”
HAN
Han practically was running around the dorm getting everything he needed. His friends were a bit concerned but there was no stopping him from getting out the door. He quickly yelled bye and that he was going to his girlfriends to his friends and rushed to the car. The car ride is what he dreaded, time wise he hated it. His leg bounced up and down. He’d just barely managed to text Y/n that he was on his way over after picking up his take out order and was waiting for a reply.
He felt it buzz in his hand and was a bit disappointed when he saw it was a text from (name) about wanting to hang out again today
Han: can’t. I completely forgot about Y/n’s birthday yesterday. I’m hanging out with her today.
(Name): that’s why I asked to hang out with you yesterday ji… you spend a lot of time with her. Forgot about me
Han: you purposely hung out with me on my girlfriends birthday and didn’t think to mention it???
(Name): that would’ve defeated the purpose of us spending time together. Y/n’s kinda a gold-digger
Han: are you fucking serious rn?
(Name): no need to cuss
Han: I almost had a panic attack this morning when I woke up and relized i ditched my girlfriend on her birthday. Now you’re calling her a gold-digger?? She’s never once asked me for anything financially or tried to get money out of me.
(Name): sorry. Didn’t know she was actually more important than me
Han: it was her birthday? I’ve spent your birthday with you before, and while I was with Y/n too and she was perfectly fine with it. Why aren’t you?
(Name): If you don’t know, figure it out
Han: Don’t contact me again (name).
The only shinning light from that conversation was he was pulling up to Y/n’s apartment building by the time he locked his phone. He grabbed everything he brought with him and thanked the driver has the car came to a stop. Han got out and rushed up to his girlfriends apartment and knocking on the door.
Y/n got up from the couch and walked to her door as she heard the knock. She opened the door and looked at her boyfriend.
“I’m so unbelievably sorry baby,” Han started
“Come in,” Y/n stepped aside and let him inside. He walked into her kitchen and set down the food and gifts as she joined him, “It’s going to take more than food and an ‘im sorry’.” Y/n said
“Would me telling you that I told (Name) not to contact me anymore help?”
“Possibly,” He could see the smile on her lips
“You have to tell me why you guys don’t get along though.”
“She’s undoubtedly in love with you and i’m pretty sure she’s also one of those girls who wants easy fame.”
“That explains the gold-digger part.”
“Did she call me a fucking gold-digger?!”
“Here.” Jisung handed her his phone and let her read through the conversation. Y/n took the phone and sat on the kitchen counter as she read through the conversation. Han stood inbetween her legs and placed his hands on her thighs.
“What a fucking bitch.” Y/n said, “And she’s still texting you.”
“I’m not dealing with her right now.”
Jisung took his phone and tossed it onto the counter, “I’m really sorry though. I just woke up and she was there.”
“I just don’t know how you didn’t realize she was in love with you. She’s always trying to practically be on you.”
“Because i’m absolutely in love with you and want you, twenty-four-seven.”
“You’re lucky you’re cute,” Y/n cupped his face and pecked his lips
FELIX
Felix felt terrible. He doesn’t know how he got his dates mixed up or how he just completely ignored his phone all day. The car ride made him realize that (name) had a tendency to drag him into doing things with her when she knew Felix had plans with Y/n. And he was too nice to say no most of the time.
He thanked the driver as he got out of the car to head up to her home. He knocked on the door and waited a few minutes before she opened the door. “Let me apologize flower.”
No one could stay made and Felix, not even his girlfriend. There was a certain air about him that just made you happy to be around him and kiss his freckled cheeks.
“Okay,” Y/n let him inside and closed the door behind him. Felix set the container of brownies in her kitchen before he met her in the living. Y/n sat on the couch as he came back in and sat down next to her, arm over the back of the couch behind her.
“I’m really sorry about not answering you yesterday flower. I know (name) does this a lot.”
“I can understand it every other time lix. You guys were friends well before I was in the picture. Yeah it hurts sometimes, but—”
“Hey, no buts. I shouldn’t even be canceling premade plans with you for her. Especially not on you’re birthday. That was fucked up of me.”
“It was. That hurt a lot.”
“I know, I need to stop agreeing to hang out with her whenever she wants.” Felix pulled Y/n into her chest adn wrapped his arms around her. “I’ll talk to her later about it.”
“Yeah, you owe me cuddles and brownies for that bullshit.”
“I’ll throw some kisses in there too.” Felix chuckled and smothered her face with kisses
SEUNGMIN
If Seungmin was one thing, he was persistent. So it didn’t surprise Y/n one bit that after she had told him to go home that he proceeded to knock on the door for two minutes straight. Y/n got fed up with the noise and opened the door and glared at him.
“Go home,” Y/n told him, closing the door.
At least tried to. Seungmin stopped it with his foot. Y/n opened the door and glared at him again. Trying not to look at the food and flowers—both her favorites— otherwise she’d break too fast.
“Please bub. Let’s talk about it. Do you really think I would forget your birthday on purpose?”
“Get in. I don’t wanna make a scene for the neighbors.”
Seungmin stepped inside and turned back, “I’m really sorry bubs.”
“That’s not gonna take back the fact you forgot my birthday and went out with a girl who clearly doesn’t like me.”
Y/n felt the water hanging heavy on her tear line as she walked into the living room. She hadn’t liked seungmin’s friend in question since she had met her. Y/n tried being civil since (name) was there before her, but the side eye (name) gave her once seungmin wasn’t looking told her everything. They weren’t going to get along. And it frustrated her immensely.
“Hey bubs,” Seungmin followed her into the living room as she plopped down on the couch, grabbing a throw pillow and hugged it close to her chest. He set down the flowers and food container and kneeled down in front of her, “Talk to me. Did (name) say or do something?”
“Would it matter?”
“Yes. You're the girl I'm dating, not (name). Bubs,” he grabbed hold of her face and wiped the tears away
“I don’t want to cause issues between you guys though. You were friends before we met. I don’t want to be that girlfriend.”
“Bubs, I’m well aware (name) has a thing for me. I’ve told her before it’s not ever happening. I thought it was over and done with,” Seungmin explained
“When?”
“A month after we started dating.”
“Yeah, she heavily side-eyes me whenever i’m around her. Never said anything, I just know she doesn’t like me.”
“Well, she can deal with it. I’m not playing this game with her anymore. I’d rather keep you than her.”
“Why?”
“Because you make me so extremely happy that sometimes I don’t know what to do. And I’m so sorry I let her drag me out with her. I really am bubby. I love you,” Seungmin leaned up and kissed her forehead. He never said those words often. Y/n smiled and pulled him up to the couch, replacing the pillow with him and cuddling up to him as he chuckled at her, nonetheless wrapping his arms around her.
“I love you too pup.”
I.N
Y/n barely spared a glance at her boyfriend when she opened the door. She grabbed the food from his outstretched hands and walked back to her kitchen. Jeongin followed inside, locking the apartment door behind him.
He followed her to the kitchen, she was grabbing out a fork for the food as he walked in.
“I didn't mean to ditch you yesterday bun. She showed up at the dorm and dragged me out yesterday. I feel really bad,” Jeongin pulled her on for a hug and nuzzled his head into her neck
“I can't be mad at you when acting all cute and shit when you hug me,” Y/n sighed and hugged him back.
“It's part of my charm.”
Y/n laughed at him as he looked up and kissed her cheek, “Eat your breakfast.”
Y/n are the food he brought, occasionally feeding some to him as well.
“Oh, I told (name) not to talk to me anymore by the way. She didn't take it well,” Jeongin told her as they finished the food
“Why?” Y/n asked as she cleaned up
“She was acting like it was a date yesterday, trying to hang off my side. It just wasn't comfortable for me.”
“She was your best friend and didn't know you hate physical touch?”
“Most. I don't mind you touching me bun,” the maknae pulled her into him and kissed her lips
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