˖°📷༘ — when everything is meant to be broken, i just want you to know who i am.
⸝⸝ in which you feel weird, left out, but hanjin always manages to make you feel better with a click and few words ⟡ genre hanjin x introvert!f!reader. confort, a bit angsty at first. 𑄝 warning(s) reader is a bit insecure, not proofread › wc 1k ଳ kinda of a relatable emotion for me (i just wish i had a zhenzhen TT) but really like how this turned out. 𖧧 @fantasia-films
You were having a weird day. You felt weird, and everything around you felt uncomfortable. You weren’t smiling, and when you did, it didn’t really reach your eyes. You weren’t laughing, nor were you listening to Stella when she spoke. Your gaze was distant, and your voice was hidden in some dark corner you hadn’t yet discovered.
At that moment, Stella had dragged you into socializing with people you’d just met. She was laughing, smiling, and having a good time. That was just Stella. She was naturally likable, after all. You, on the other hand, were uncomfortable. Socializing wasn’t your strong suit, especially with complete strangers. You felt left out for a moment, sooner than you would have liked. Out of the group, out of the loop; which only made you feel even stranger, and as time went on, the problem became increasingly obvious.
Stella didn’t notice; she never did. Not because she was a bad friend, but because when she focused intensely on someone (in this case, the group of people she’d just met), she paid no attention to anything else. You were fine with that; after all, you knew exactly what she was like (and that’s how you loved her). You couldn’t expect the impossible from her.
You sighed, looking away from the new girls, zoning out again. The blue sky was beautiful at this time of day, and the moon was shining brightly. Sometimes, you just wanted to travel up there and skip all kinds of social interaction with anyone you didn’t feel like dealing with, and live peacefully, without having to worry about anything other than eating and sleeping. Maybe that is a little antisocial, though, you thought to yourself. Realistically, you knew you’d end up hating solitude. You already hated it right now in some way, and maybe you feared it too.
You sighed, pushing those thoughts away as quickly as you could.
Your mind drifted off to other places, wandering and rambling, until you heard a sound.
Click.
Your eyes flew open in surprise at the sudden sound that echoed to your left. Maybe that was what allowed you to really see the guy standing in front of you. Black hair, eyes the same color, and practically dazzling. Handsome as they come, and it’s worth adding that he made your mouth go dry pretty quickly.
And of course, it couldn’t be anyone other than Hanjin. Han Zhen. A guy you might like a little too much.
“Hanjin…” you murmured, stepping away from the group a bit, taking two steps back. It wasn’t as if they noticed, or if they did, no one said anything or asked where you were going—nor who Hanjin was. (And no, not even Stella).
“Hey there,” he greeted, lowering the camera and waving his left hand from side to side.
He eagerly stepped closer to show you the Polaroid he was holding. “Do you like it? I thought you looked great with the moon in the background,” he said with a big smile that didn’t show all his teeth—just like Hanjin always did.
You felt your throat tighten, and suddenly everything you’d overlooked—everything that had bothered you but you’d decided to ignore—came flooding back in front of him. You felt like crying, though you weren’t quite sure why.
The girl in the photo was ethereal, pensive, and something in her gaze said she was lost. Very lost and with no one to help her find her way out of that maze. It was you, but you didn’t look like the usual (name). Instead… you seemed more subdued. Maybe you were the only one who noticed those things.
“Hm.” You nodded finally, trying to smile as best you could. “It turned out really well, Hanjin. Have you ever thought about giving up studying to be a teacher and becoming a professional photographer?”
He laughed, frowning at the same time. “You don’t have to exaggerate, but thanks. I don’t think photography is my thing either; it’s just that I’ve seen you looking distracted and… distant. So I wanted to take a picture of you. You know? It was like you were on the outside of something you wanted to be a part of and… well. It’s hard to explain, I know; I’m probably coming across as the weirdest guy ever right now.” He said, looking ashamed, scratching the back of his neck.“I wanted you to belong, to have a place in my camera—if that makes any kind of sense…”
You blinked. You couldn’t tell if the lump in your throat had grown worse or if it had dissolved. What you did feel was the warmth, the affection from Hanjin.
Maybe that’s why you’d fallen in love with him, almost without realizing it. Maybe you weren’t the only one who noticed the details; you just had to find someone who cared about you.
A sincere smile tugged at your lips.
One day, you remembered, Hanjin confessed to you that he only took photos with his instant camera of things he found truly beautiful (and he emphasized that they had to be important to him) because the film cartridges were too expensive to buy every week. Especially as a student.
And he had taken a photo of you.
You realized, then, something very simple: with Hanjin, you wouldn’t be alone. Ever. He would notice everything that was going on with just a quick glance. And above all, he valued you enough to have several photos of you with him, to dedicate those beautiful phrases to you day in and day out—phrases that could only come from affection.
Maybe the problem had never been you, for not being as open with people as Stella. Maybe the problem lay with the one who didn’t know how to look.
Hanjin’s smile only confirmed it even more.
You took his hand, and with a look more serious than you would have liked, you said, “Let’s get out of here.”
And that’s how, yet another day, you got lost on campus amid laughter and flowers.
The Voltron AU/Crossover is great because that means that Jason and Nico have been known for years and have a unique and beautiful trust bonding like Shiro and Keith.
And this is just so wonderful.
I feel blessed with this AU/Crossover.
I sincerely hope that, in the future, the cannons Jason and Nico can reach a similar level of sincere trust and beautiful camaraderie that Shiro and Keith have.
It wouldn't be exactly the same dynamics as Shiro and Keith, because Jason and Nico have a different story, but I sincerely wish they will have something as similar as possible to what Shiro and Keith have.
