Love, sex and gasoline||Han Jisung x FAB reader 18+||PT II
a/n: This was a request by POOKIE @extremechaoswarning whos idea I LOVED. smut parts along side trauma will have a quick warning I was listening to railway while writing the smut parts so expect the unexpected WILL BE MULTIPLE PARTS! Part II
Summary: Y/N begins to settle in with Stray Kids in the safety of their temporary base. Haunted by past trauma and a collapsing world, she finds an interest in Han Jisung, who seems to understand the silence between grief and survival. As they grow closer, she starts learning what safety can feel like again. But love doesn’t come without its own kind of chaos...
Warnings: MDNI, fingering, unprotected sex, consensual PIV, past trauma, mentions of violence, self-harm, PTSD, emotional vulnerability, semi-public sex, found family, protective!Jisung, gentle smut, slow-burn emotional healing, zombies ("Leaves"), survivor’s guilt. ☆*: .｡. o(≧▽≦)o .｡.:*☆☆*: .｡. o(≧▽≦)o .｡.:*☆☆*: .｡. o(≧▽≦)o .｡.:*☆
The air in the makeshift shelter smelled like old wood, dust, and something faintly sweet—maybe leftover candle wax or a forgotten perfume bottle cracked in a drawer. Y/N sat silently at the edge of a creaky twin bed that once belonged to someone long gone. Her fingers toyed with the hem of her jacket, picking at a loose thread while the quiet hum of voices echoed in the hallway. She hadn’t spoken much since the run-in with the Leaves. The boys—Stray Kids, she’d learned—had been respectful, careful not to crowd her. They gave her space, but someone always seemed to be within eyesight. Like now. Han stood in the doorway, a bowl of rice in one hand, chopsticks in the other. He tilted his head, his expression open and easy. “You hungry?” She nodded slowly. He set the bowl down beside her and didn’t try to touch her or even sit down too close. Just stayed in her peripheral, a warm presence. “I know it’s hard. But you don’t have to talk yet,” he said softly. “You don’t owe us anything.” The tears came suddenly, soundless. She didn’t even realize she was crying until Jisung offered a folded handkerchief. He still didn’t move closer. “I’m not gonna break,” she croaked. “I know,” he replied gently. “But I still wanna be careful with you.”
It had been a few days. The group had found an abandoned villa on a hill, surrounded by a dying vineyard and fences they reinforced with old wood and wire. It wasn’t perfect, but it was home—at least for now. That night, Y/N couldn’t sleep. She wandered downstairs to the kitchen, candle in hand. She didn’t expect to see Jisung there, pouring hot water over a tea bag. He looked up and smiled. “Couldn’t sleep either? She shook her head. “Wanna sit?” She did. The candle flickered between them as she sipped the tea he handed her. They didn’t speak for a long time. “I used to play music,” Jisung said eventually. “Back when everything was normal. Me and the guys—Stray Kids—it was more than a band. It was family.” She looked at him, eyes soft. “You miss it?” “Every day,” he whispered. “But some things… you don’t get back. You just learn how to carry them.”
A sudden cold front hit. The power hadn’t worked in weeks, and the wood stove only covered so much ground. That night, Jisung found her shivering under a pile of blankets. “Hey,” he whispered, crouching beside her. “You okay?” She nodded, teeth chattering. “Just cold.” "Can I…?” He gestured toward the blanket. She hesitated, then nodded. He slipped in beside her, careful not to touch too much too soon. But eventually, her body leaned into his—warmth, safety, the beat of another heart. His hand found hers under the covers. “Thank you,” she whispered. He kissed her knuckles. “You’re safe now........."
"I promise."
