˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ change is inedible, according to han jisung
also known as: episode 2 of: i find a funny incorrect quote and make my favs say it
🧸 paring: han jisung x f! reader
🧸 warnings: none. the word disease is used but like. not anything about it :) also psa: DON'T PUT COINS IN UR MOUTH
🧸 author rambles: me during my holidays: writes nothing. me when i have to prepare for a presentation at uni TOMORROW: makes a text fic 👹👹 once again this is so random but i wanted to make another text fic because it’s cute and i love stray kids (as if this is any different to usual), so here we go. also HANJISUNG’S HAIR ATM?????? unbelievable. he’s so pretty. (also something about creating something breaking me out of the endless cycle of scrolling and braindeadness. yeah 😎🤘🏽) enjoy!!
hihi.. wondering if i should post a #wip? it's a very heavy hurt/comfort that leads to eventual nasty smut.... but idk if people would be into that LOL #help me out guys #skz smut #han smut #han jisung smut #reader x han #soft bratty dom! han #skz x reader #smut #k's rambles 𐙚｡⋆
pairing: lovestruck!jisung + gn!reader
genre: fluff
word count: 0.9k
warnings: brief mentions of a panic attack, reader having a bad day
listen to: ‘수고했어 오늘도 (you did well today)’ by okdal
jisung starts busking on the busy street corner between the florist and the coffee shop for a couple days a week
he’s gone through the whole internet musician thing
uploading originals and covers on youtube that were actually pretty successful
and it was fun for a while, but he figures it’s not for him
he realises getting all those likes and subscribers can’t measure up to seeing real smiles
real people stopping in their tracks on their daily commute just to take in the music
seeing their faces light up just the tiniest bit before they blend back into the rush hour horde
just adding a little bit of sweetness to the weekday monotony
even though it makes him so happy, he still gets flustered every time there’s a round of applause from the crowds that gather
but seeing a few of the same faces cheering him on is always comforting
there’s mr jeong, the owner of the florist always dressed in clothes painted with bright polka-dotted colours
the elderly couple that walks hand-in-hand to the movie theatre early every morning
and the young pharmacy assistant that’s…… painfully beautiful
you work behind the counter at the pharmacy a few shops away from where jisung busks
it becomes a habit to take off your headphones as you round the corner between the florist and the coffee shop
you’re unconsciously walking slower as you pass the lone guitarist, even making the effort to stop and listen if you’ve got time before your shift
and swaying your head along to the acoustic melodies that flow naturally like warm milk and honey over jisung’s smooth vocals
even though you’ve never really spoken, for some reason he feels like a friend
your interactions have been nothing but casual and sort of harmonious
like mouthing soft ‘good morning’s to each other through tired smiles
and mutually acknowledging when the weather sucks through overdramatic body language
on one really cold morning you find jisung with his face wrapped snuggly in a thick woolen scarf, his cheeks and the tip of his nose turning a subtle shade of pink
so you grab a pack of hand warmers from the pharmacy and leave it in his guitar case with a little post-it note attached
thank you for warming up the cold mornings with your beautiful music
- from a fan (.❛ ᴗ ❛.)
jisung can’t do anything but try his best not to stumble over his lyrics and sink even deeper into the scarf to hide the fact that he’s grinning like crazy
he spends the rest of the day hyping himself up to make a proper introduction the next time he sees you
he has the whole scene set out in his head
when you turn the corner around 8:30am (as usual) he’ll play one of the originals he’s been working on, something dreamy... maybe something with subtle romantic undertones
and as the song draws to a close he’ll dedicate it to a kind stranger that he’d like to get to know a little better
if it all goes well he’ll invite you out for a coffee sometime
maybe he can finally buy that bouquet of white peonies from mr jeong’s shop that makes him think of the flowy white shirt you wear as a uniform
but don’t get ahead of yourself, jisung, he reproves himself, you’ve got no idea how they feel
and the next day that reality starts to sink in
you turn the corner at 8:30am, as expected
but your headphones are still on and your gaze is set firmly on the concrete, dragging yourself along with heavy, cumbersome steps
your eyes look puffy from crying and a lack of sleep
it’s not the first time he’s seen you like this, but it’s been happening more often recently
without stopping, you briefly lift your face to meet his eyes and muster up a weak smile
he cocks his head to one side as if to silently ask, are you okay?
you just shrug in response, not really
his singing falters a little as he watches you disappear into the crowd of commuters, feeling his heart grow uneasy in contrast to the light tune he’s strumming
why did he feel so worried about you? someone who he’s never even had a real conversation with, whose name he doesn’t even know?
jisung bites his lip in frustration
he had to get all these drafted words and bottled-up thoughts across to you somehow
but luckily............. jisung is a musician
you did well today...
a familiar voice chimes through the silence of the empty pharmacy storeroom, prompting you to lift your face from your hands where you had been curled up on the floor trying to calm yourself down
you wipe away a few stray tears and walk back out into the store
though no one cares that you’re sad...
a few customers join you in looking around curiously for the source of the music
“oh look, what a talented young man” one woman exclaims to her daughter, pointing outside towards the street
i’m still cheering for you...
you look out through the sliding glass doors and find jisung with his guitar set up across the road, rather than in his usual spot
he’s peering past the small crowd of people that’s gathered in front of him, trying to find you
and when he does he just smiles
the kind of smile that feels like a hug you didn’t know you needed, safe and cozy
while singing words you didn't know you needed to hear
You should totally write more for Han Lue! I read the request and it was awesome 😍 Maybe you could write something about Han kissing the reader for the first time 😍
Oh my god!! I’m so so sorry it took so so long to write this!! I honestly forgot I had it in my drafts. I literally started writing it, then I was stuck doing work. Then I forgot about. I’m so sorry. I apologiz for taking so long! I hope you like this. 🥺🥺❤️
Y/n was getting ready for the race today. She wasn’t necessarily drag racing tonight, but was prepared just in case. She grabbed the keys to her black and white 1960 Chevrolet Chevelle ss twin turbo. And then her bag. Then she made her way to the strip where the race was.
Han walked around the drag race. Looking at a few muscle cars and talking to a few people he knew. He knew who was when he heard the purr of her engine. He knew who it was, they’ve know each other for years.
She pulled her black and white chevelle right next to Doms charger. As she got out everyone around was looking at her chevelle.
“Y/n! Where have you been?!” Dom came over giving her a huge bear hug.
“Out of town visiting some family back home.” Y/n explained, a big smile plastered on her face.
“Well it’s been too long since I’ve seen you last!” She smirked as she smack his shoulder playfully. “Well you could’ve called or something. I would’ve answered.” She laughed as he rolled his eyes.
“Are you racing?” He asked pointing at her updated car. “Maybe, I just fixed the engine to a twin turbo big block, so.” She trailed off as Dom nodded.
“Well, I think you should. You like a good challenge.” Han said as he walked up to his friends.
“Are you racing?” Y/n asked Han as he wrapped her into a hug.
“Maybe, you wanna go race me?” He challenged her with a smirk. “What’re we racing for?” She challenged back. He just looked at her thinking of what he should say.
When he stayed quiet she answered for him.
“How ‘bout we find out at the end of the race.” He nodded. The two got into their cars and went to the start line.
She pulled her black and white chevelle next to hans black and orange 1997 Mazda RX-7 FD.
“Ready?”
Y/n revved her engine nodding to the woman ahead of her. Han doing the same thing as he looked at Y/n who seemed determined to when.
“Go!” Y/n sped off with a jolt. Pushing the muscle car into the gear needed.
She hummed along to the song which was playing in her car radio. Mumbling out a few words when the choirs played.
She looked in her review seeing Han slowly reaching her. She smiled as he got right beside her. Looking at her as he continued driving side-by-side. She watched as his hand moved over to his NOS switch. She watched him go ahead of her, but for long. Turning the NOS on in her car she went even faster.
She could see the line of people right where the end was at. She was right behind Han. She passed him just in time to cross the line before him.
She smiled as she slowly rolled to a stop.
“I won, what’s my prize?” Y/n asked as she walked over to the man.
He smiled as he walked over to her.
He placed his hands on her cheeks and pulled her into a loving, passionate kiss. He would think she would pull back as soon as he pulled her into the kiss, yet she didn’t. She let him kiss her.
“That’s my prize?” She asked with a smirk.
“Go on a date with me?” He asked as he looked down at her.
She nodded giving him a soft kiss on his lips. “You got yourself a deal.” She whispered against his lips. The two ignoring the whoops and whistles from the friends and family surrounding them.
“It’s about damn time!” Dom said with a smile.
“Yes it is.” Han nodded his arms around Y/ns waist.
summary: you weren’t the most social person on the planet hence the reason you avoided the crowded coffee shop not far from your dorm. but when you’re forced to go and get your most needed coffee, you had no idea the change your life would go through when you walked through those doors. the cause of the change? the dumb charming barista behind the coutner flashing smiles whenever he saw you.
a/n: i’m back hello!!! wooh, i’m so happy my motivation to write has returned and let’s hope it stays!! i’m hella rusty so soz if this fic suck :/ enjoy bbs!!! also dedicated to @changbear bc she’s been w a i t i n g so long for this oof
You never walked into the campus cafe that was a convenient distance from your dorm building, mostly because of how crowded it always was. You hated crowds. Crowds meant noise. Noise meant distractions.
But looking out the large glass windows at the sight of the cafe while you stood in front of the empty vending machine, your thoughts changed.
I need a coffee to help me stay awake to write this damn essay, you thought to yourself with a frown.
Looking back at the vending machine, your eyebrows furrowed in frustration. Huffing to yourself, you turned around and left the dorms, pulling the hood of your sweatshirt over your head when you noticed the damp ground and the sound of light rain hitting against the pavement.
You passed by smiling students holding their picky coffee orders in one hand, laptop in the other with a flat expression. You pulled on the strings of your sweatshirt.
Maybe you could order a coffee without having much social interaction.
Hah, if only it was that easy.
You walked into the semi crowded coffee shop and your nose was instantly hit by the sweet smell of brewing coffee. The smell alone woke you up a bit, causing you to look up and around for the cash register. Mustering up both the courage and patience, you waited on the end of the line.
One of the baristas, you noticed, was being occupied by a small group of enthusiastic girls twirling their hair and laughing at almost everything he said, causing you to scoff to yourself. Maybe this is why the line isn’t moving, you noted.
Then you noticed another barista rush up to the cash register, nudging the social barista with a pointed expression, before asking the next person in line for their order.
The few single people in front of you knew their somewhat complex order like the back of their hand and you felt uneasy, not having a clue what to get. You could go for an iced coffee...or an espresso...but that macchiato that girl was holding on the way out looked pretty good.
You didn’t notice the barista formerly speaking to the group of girls stop to glance around the shop, until his eyes landed on you. He smiled to himself, looking at the deep-in-thought pout on your face.
“Hey, can I get you anything?” The boy behind the counter excused himself from the group of giggling girls and turned to you with a welcoming smile. The barista originally at the cash register left to take care of a customer’s order. You felt your cheeks heat at the sudden attention you were getting, both from the handsome boy and the group of now glaring girls.
“I uh…” you trailed off, gnawing on your lower lip, scanning over the chalkboard menu behind his head. You admire the neat handwriting on the wall as you scanned; it was definitely boyish but still legible. You don’t notice the barista observing your concentrated face––furrowed brows and twisted lips––with an amused smile.
“Let me guess,” the boy chuckled, wiping his hands on his apron. “You’ve never been here before?”
Averting your gaze to the girls beside you, you felt yourself shrink under their scrutiny. Quickly turning your head back at him, you shook your head. “No, does it look obvious?”
“I think I can recognize everyone who’s ever walked in,” the barista boasted, crossing his arms. “...and I don’t think I’ve ever seen you around before.”
“I don’t really go to cafes much,” you shrugged, not taking into account the fact that you were making small talk with some stranger when a few minutes ago all you wanted was a coffee.
“Oh, how come?”
Part of you wondered why the boy seemed so interested but by the way you previously observed his encounter with the now impatient girls waiting for his attention beside you, you figured he was like that with all of the customers. Must be good for tips, you presumed.
“Cafes are usually…loud. I don’t really concentrate well in them so that’s why I usually get a pre-made bottled coffee from the vending machine in my dorm.”
“And today’s different because…” the boy trailed off, waiting for you to continue, the side of his lip quirking up into a half smile.
“They were all out of my coffee,” you pouted, looking down. The barista watched your cute expression with a soft smile but immediately dropped it when you looked back up. He was not used to the way his heart was beating out of his chest.
“Ah, kinda hurts my ego that we were a last resort but I’ll take it since you’re here,” the barista smiled cutely and then you understood why the girls he was previously conversing with were giggling and beaming like idiots. This guy sure was charming.
Noticing the line forming behind you, you felt yourself flush in embarrassment. “Oh god, I’m stalling. Can I just get something strong to go please? I need all the caffeine I can get.”
Shooting you finger guns and a wink, he said, “You got it. Just wait over here.”
“How pathetic,” you heard one of the girls murmur to her friends, staring directly at you. “This girl’s just dying to get out of here.”
“Isn’t that a good thing? Wouldn’t want to stall our Jisung-ie any longer~” Another friend beside her whispered with a knowing smile.
Huffing to yourself with an eye roll, you walked around the group of girls and waited at the end of the counter near the wall.
“Alright, you didn’t exactly give me cream or sugar preference so I kind of guessed? Try it first so I’ll know if I need to fix it.” The barista came back with a steaming hot cup of coffee and held it out for you to take. It’s been a while since you hadn’t had coffee that wasn’t refrigerated and synthetic. Raising a curious brow at the boy’s eagerness for you to try the drink, you were intrigued.
Taking a small sip from the cup, you raised your eyebrows in utter praise for the drink in your hand. “This...is incredible. How much?”
The boy shook his head while waving his hands dismissively. “No charge. Every customer’s first drink at this cafe is free,” he grinned.
“Are...are you sure?” You trailed off, noticing the dropped jaws of the girls beside you just before their glares were replaced.
“Promise! I hope to see you again soon...wait, what’s your name?”
“Y/N,” you cleared your throat awkwardly, feeling heat rise up your neck.
“Well then, I hope to see you again, Y/N. That coffee from your vending machine is probably god awful and full of garbage so I really suggest returning here,” the handsome barista winked after his statement and woah, you didn’t think you’ve ever felt more flustered than you have in the past ten minutes. You notice the group of girls beside you whisper amongst themselves.
“I...I’ll see about that. Thank you…” you trailed off, cocking your head to the side, looking for any name-tag on the boy behind the counter.
“Jisung. My name’s Jisung.” You’d later learn that the reason he didn’t wear a name tag was because he felt the urge to introduce himself to customers as a way of getting to know them better.
“Thanks Jisung,” you mumbled before turning to leave and sprinted back to your dorms, trying your best to avoid getting rained on too harshly. The girls took your place in front of the counter, beginning their conversation with Jisung again but he was too absorbed in the sight of you to pay any attention to them.
“He what!? He gave you a coffee on the house?” Your fellow classmate and best friend, Felix, raised the empty cup from the cafe to examine. You raised an eyebrow as he scrutinized at it.
“Yeah,” you shrug nonchalantly, “He said it was policy that the first drink is free.”
“P-Pol–” Throwing his head back, Felix let out a loud laugh and you sent a confused expression his way.
“What’s so funny?”
“That policy doesn’t exist,” he said in amusement, putting the cup back on the table. Currently the two of you were at the study hall of your dorm building, studying for your economics test in a few days. Although you would have much rather finished your essay, which was your sole purpose of the getting the coffee in the first place, your friend decided to use your generosity against you to beg you to help him study instead.
“What are you talking about? Yes it does.”
“Oh yeah? Then how come I had to pay for my first coffee?”
“I dunno, maybe it’s a new policy,” you reasoned with a shrug.
“No, Y/N, you know what it is? Flirting.”
“Pfft, don’t be so ridiculous! I had maybe a five minute conversation with the guy, got my coffee and left. No flirtation was present during my trip to the coffee shop.”
“Hmm,” he hummed in response, pinching his chin. “Yeah, no. I don’t believe it. You were just flirted with the oldest trick in the book. ‘How much for my coffee?’ ‘For you? Don’t worry about it darling, it’s on the house. My treat.’” He started mimicking your voice unnaturally high in pitch and then mimics Jisung’s response. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at his imitations.
“Hey,” you frown, smacking his arm. “He did not say that.”
“Yeah but he said something like that...Are you gonna go back?”
“Well,” you gnaw at your lower lip, wondering what to do with this new information. “I guess I have to?”
“You have to? Damn Y/N––”
“To pay him back obviously,” you cut him off, thinking aloud. “Right? Since the policy doesn’t exist, technically I’m stealing and there’s no way my conscience could deal with that without making it eat me up inside so the only reasonable thing to do is to go back and pay them back.”
“I…” Felix trailed off, scratching his head, “I guess so.”
It was the right thing to do wasn’t it? The gesture was kind and all but you couldn’t not pay them back. You knew other people would call you insane for returning back to the cafe you knew you wouldn’t just to spend a few dollars you could be spending on lunch.
You marched through the cafe doors and surprisingly, it was less crowded than you’d originally thought it be. The sun was nearly set, indicating that most classes were well over for the day and you’d think that students would head over to the coffee shop as a way of winding down or to do some homework. Seats were filled around the cafe but it wasn’t nearly as loud and crowded as it was the day prior.
“Woah there, you look like you’re on a mission,” a curly haired barista wiping down a table toward the entrance raised his eyebrows and smiled in amusement.
“Do you know if Jisung is here?” You cut to the chase, panting slightly from your swift walk to the shop.
Furrowing his brows, he looked up in thought, “Hm, he’s on break right now but he’ll be back in,” he paused to look over your shoulder at the hanging clock at the back of the shop behind the counter, “four minutes.”
“I guess I’ll wait then,” you murmured, taking an open seat at a booth against the wall of the cafe.
“Can I get you anything in the meantime? Some dessert or a drink?”
“No, no,” you shook your head with a smile. “Thanks.”
“No problemo,” he grinned, showing off his dimples. Was it a requirement to be cute to work at this cafe? You thought to yourself. “If you need anything, I’m Chan, so just holler.” It was no wonder that this café was so popular; all the workers seemed to radiate such charisma that you just couldn’t not return to say hello again.
You waited a few minutes, tapping your fingers without any sort of rhythm against the wooden table and watched the clock’s second hand gradually make its way around the circumference of the face. Chan noticed your rigid stare at the clock and fidgeting state with a mixture between an amused smile and a confused one.
“I couldn’t help but notice,” he began when he walked back over to the side of the cafe you were sitting at, brushing his hands against the sides of his faded blue jeans, “that you seem kinda nervous? Are you going to confess to him or something?”
Popping your eyes open, you opened your mouth to quickly deny his allegations before you felt yourself choke on your own breath and ended up in coughing fits. Chan widened his eyes in panic at your response and quickly walked away to retrieve some water from behind the counter. Chan walked back to your table and placed a tall glass of water on the table. “Have some water.”
Taking a gulp from the glass, you felt relief in your throat. Placing the glass down, you sighed, “Whew, thanks.”
“No problem.
Before you could even refute Chan’s accusation, you heard the jingle of the cafe door followed by “Good afternoon, beautiful people, I have returned.”
You couldn’t help but roll your eyes in amusement at Jisung and his big goofy grin. This guy just exuded charisma. He didn’t notice you when he first walked in, probably because Chan was in his line of sight but as soon as he walked behind the counter and grabbed his apron from the hook on the wall behind him he spotted you.
“Y/N, you’re back!” He smiled gleefully, while tying the back of his apron. “Want another coffee?”
Shaking your head, you get up from the table, giving Chan a grateful smile in the process, and walked up to the counter. “I’m here to pay you back,” you took out your wallet and start to fiddle with some bills.
“Woah, what are you talking about?”
You didn’t look up from your wallet when you replied, “the policy? I know it’s not real. You didn’t have to just give me a coffee on the house. It was a sweet gesture, don’t get me wrong, really smart marketing you got there but––”
“Y/N,” Jisung stopped you and you look up to see his amused smile.
“What?” You blinked at him, tilting your head to the side in wonder. Were you missing something?
“I gave you the coffee because....” he trailed off before scoffing, “nevermind.” You were lucky you were cute.
“So... can I pay you back now?”
“To be fair,” Jisung crossed his arms defiantly, “since your coffee was on the house that means I paid for you so you don’t owe this shop anything.”
“Oh, so I should pay you. How much was it?” You look back down at your wallet.
Sighing to himself, he opened his mouth as if to answer before he closed it. Drumming his fingers against the counter, he hums in thought.
“Okay, how about a way to pay me back is to return here ever so often?”
“What?” You squinted your eyes suspiciously, wondering what he was asking. Is this...another marketing tactic?
“Even though you said you’d think about coming here again, I saw right through you: you weren’t going to come back. And the only reason you are back is to pay me back. So to pay me back, you have to come back to this cafe...once a day for a week.”
“A week?” you furrow your brows. “Dude, are you robbing me!? That’s like four dollars a day!”
“You don’t have to buy coffee if you come. Even if you just come in to say hi, I’ll call it payment.”
You paused for a moment, thinking about his offer. “Why?”
“Huh?” Jisung seemed taken back by the way he straightened his posture, widened his eyes and his former side smile became somewhat pout-like.
“What’s the deal with getting me to come around to this coffee shop? Do you do this with all your new customers?”
“No,” he leans back to grin before taking notice at someone at a table awaiting their order to be taken and Jisung nods at them and puts up a finger, gesturing ‘I’ll be right there.’ Turning back to you, he wiggles an eyebrow. “I guess you’re just special. I’ll see you tomorrow Y/N.”
He walked around the counter and walked over to the student with a charismatic smile and asked there order. You stood there for a few seconds, watching him interact with the customer, trying to figure him out. A clearing of a throat, broke you away from your thoughts.
“Are you sure you don’t want anything?” Chan asks from behind the register. You’d been so focused on the other boy, you didn’t even notice Chan walk around the counter.
“Uh,” you hum, looking down at the desserts behind the glass.You thought you weren’t hungry but the somewhat loud grumble of you stomach told you otherwise. “A blueberry muffin please.”
“Sure thing,” Chan nods, opening the case before asking, “warmed up?”
“Yes, please.”
He wrapped your muffin into a small bag and folded it before placing it on the counting. Typing away on the register he said, “That’ll be $1.75.” FInally you were getting charged for something.
“Here,” you gave him five dollars. “Give the rest to Jisung please? Just add it to his tip jar or something.”
Knitting his eyebrows together, he asked, “Why?”
“Well, since he refuses to let me pay him back for my coffee, I guess this’ll be my only way to,” you grin, taking the bag and waving at Chan. “Thank you!”
Chan watched you leave with an amused smile on your face and it wasn’t until the bell jingled behind you, signaling you were gone that he turned to Jisung.
“Did you literally pull a ‘it’s on the house’ flirt and it backfired?”
The few customers in the cafe look up from their coffee or studying at Chan’s shout, causing Jisung’s ears to go bright red. “Hyung!” He whisper shouted. Turning to the student with a nervous smile, he reassured, “I’ll be right back.” Walking over to the older boy until he was standing on the opposite side of the counter than him, he whined “Why’d you have to announce that in front of the whole cafe?”
“Please,” Chan rolled his eyes with a scoff, “You’re so red and smiley, everyone didn’t need to know because I announced it. You’re so obvious, dude.”
“Not to Y/N apparently,” Jisung grumbled to himself, looking down at the notepad in his hand with his customer’s order before pushing it over the counter for Chan to make. “I tried to do a smooth thing and she doesn’t even notice,” he murmured to himself, rubbing his forehead.
“Yeah that was kind of odd. It’s like she didn’t even acknowledge it at all,” Chan nodded with furrowed brows, turning to make the drink. “Think she’s just clueless or...perhaps, playing hard to get?”
“Hard to get?” Jisung’s eyes widened. The thought never came to Jisung. “You think?”
“Hm, maybe?” Chan shrugged to himself, back turned to Jisung.
Turning around to lean against the counter, Jisung cupped his forehead in frustration. He’s never been in that sort of situation. Granted, he’s also never been so bold with a girl either. It was one thing to charm and flatter girls till they were weak at the knees for him, but to do it upon acting on his own feelings? All of this was new.
And now you were playing hard to get?
Man, did he pick a tough one.
But he was willing to fight to win you over, even if it took months.
“I’m screwed.”
“Oh yeah and I’m pretty sure she’d rather you not know but she left a large enough tip for you in your tip jar to pay for her coffee yesterday.”
“Are you kidding me!?”
The next morning wasn’t a particularly productive one for you. You didn’t have classes till later in the afternoon but you still had studying to do and staying up late to finish your essay certainly didn’t help your mood.
Maybe some breakfast would do you some good. Some actual breakfast. You had a piece of toast when you woke up but the grumble of your stomach told you you weren’t satisfied. You walked out of your dorm building and involuntarily, your feet began moving in the direction of the sweet smell of baked goods.
Of course your luck was that you’d end up at the cafe at the same Jisung was working. Later you’d learn that your timing was so impeccable, you’d end up at the cafe when Jisung was working.
“My favorite girl!” Was the greeting you received when you entered, followed by the looks from random students you’ve never seen before. This boy…
You noticed two boys beside him behind the counter that you’ve never seen before, slapping his shoulder and laughing to each other, before Jisung pushed them off and offered you a grin.
“Do find joy in embarrassing me in front of strangers?” You asked when you reached the front of the counter.
“Maybe a little bit,” he smiles, resting his chin against his palm as he leaned against the counter. “What can I get you, brew-tiful?”
The boys standing behind Jisung stifled laughs while you stared at Jisung’s wide grin with an unamused frown. “Really, now? You’re gonna give me dumb coffee puns?”
“Not dumb,” he denied, the smile on his face never faltering, “genius. Now, what would you like?”
“Something filling, I’m starving,” you pat your belly with a frown. “Any suggestions?”
“How about I surprise you?” He asked, quirking one of his eyebrows up.
“Well the last time you did, I was pleasantly satisfied so why not?”
“Great! I’ll be right back.” Jisung walked further down the counter to grab you a treat.
“So you and Jisung, huh?” One of the boys you noticed before smirked with a suggestive eyebrow wiggle.
“Me and Jisung what?” You asked blankly. “I just met the guy a few days ago.”
“Oh really? You guys seem pretty close for how long you’ve known each other,” the other boy piped. You looked at the boy’s name-tags with furrowed brows. Hyunjin and Jeongin.
The first boy, Hyunjin, nodded in agreement.
“I wouldn’t say close but I guess we’re friendly with each other. No clue why, though,” you shrugged.
“You’re the one who got the free drink, right?” Jeongin asked, not even bothering to hide his amusement with his grin.
Furrowing your eyebrows in confusion, wondering how they even found that out you responded, “yup, that’d be me. Why?”
“You must feel spe––”
“Hey, what lies are you feeding her?” Jisung cut off the barista with a scowl, holding the small paper bag in your hand.
“None, we swear!” Hyunjin piped, raising his hands in surrender. “Were we?” He asked, turning to you with a look of pure innocence. Yup, your initial thoughts about this place were right: you had to be incredibly cute to work there.
“Not really,” you shrugged before noticing the bag in Jisung’s hands. “Is that mine?” You ask shyly, pointing your finger at it.
“It is,” Jisung smiled, handing you the bag.
You found it funny how he’d look at his own friends with such pure disgust and then turn to you with the brightest smile.
“Uh-uh,” you stopped him from walking away, wagging your finger at him in scolding manner.
He turned back to you with a sly smile, “Aw, don’t want to leave so soon Y/N?”
“No-o,” you drawled, rolling your eyes, “I’d like to pay for it.”
Sighing, he turned to the register and tapped the screen a few times before opening his palm out, “$1.25 please.”
“Thank you,” you grinned, fishing out two dollars from your wallet. “And please...keep the change.”
You flashed him a final smile and a wave before you turn to go. You didn’t notice him go on his tippy-toes, to look over the people sat in the café and waiting on line, carefully looking at your reaction to what he picked out for you. Noticing the pleased smile on your face, Jisung gave himself a pat on the back and nodded to himself confidently.
“Woah, she’s blind. It’s pretty obvious you’re into her,” Hyunjin chuckled to himself, while wiping the counter with a damp washcloth.
“And dumb. You were just going to give her that cookie for free again! Man, I wish I had free food,” Jeongin whined, shoving his hands into his empty pockets, searching for any loose change.
“Yeah well, jokes on her,” Jisungs said, a smile growing on his face, “I gave it to her with a discount.”
“She gave you an extra seventy five cents anyway,” Hyunjin paused wiping to deadpan with a knowing look.
“Oh, shut up.”
“So what’s it like dating a barista? Does he, like, make coffees for you during his free time?” Felix asked in the middle of one of your study sessions the following day.
“Huh? Who am I dating?”
“Uh, that Jisung dude. Isn’t he the guy who gave you the drink for free?”
“Yeah but we’re not dating??”
“Oh really? Everyone I talk to has been saying that so I just assumed you were being an awful friend and not telling me about your love life simply because I’m a guy.”
“Please, when I get a boyfriend, you’ll be the first one to know,” you waved a hand dismissively. “But people seriously think we’re dating? That’s totally ridiculous!”
“Yeah being offered things for free and being smiled at and called his ‘favorite girl’ means absolutely nothing.”
“I….I have no idea what you’re talking about,” you cross your arms stubbornly with a huff.
“Ask anyone,” Felix said with a nonchalant shrug, “They all think you’re dating.”
“I...I just met the guy!”
“Ooh, I didn’t hear anything about you not liking him at all. Usually your first denial against dating anyone would be explaining your feelings but…”
“Don’t say that! I don’t like him, now if you’ll excuse me,” You stood up from the table. “I need to go sort something out.” You were getting a sense of deja vu from needing to confront Jisung earlier days prior.
“Tell your boyfriend I said ‘hi!’” your best friend cups his hand over his mouth to shout after you begin walking away. You shoot him a final scowl of disapproval before continuing on.
That day was a busy one for the coffee shop. You craned your neck around to calculate just how many people were in front of you on line and groaned in impatience when you counted more than fingers on one of your hands.
This is why I don’t go to coffee shops. They’re too loud and busy.
You passed the time gazing around the coffee shop. The first few times you were in there, you didn’t really look at the scenery, too busy focusing on your coffee and paying Jisung back.
You liked how warm the whole place felt. The whole shop was painted a dull forest green and there were brown wooden floorboards, perfectly accenting them. You took notice of the greenery around the cafe, small and tall potted plants scattered about and a fake vine wrapped around the menu board giving it an extra touch. The lights were dim, mostly because of the large array of windows in the front of the shop where the sun shone brightly through.
The tables were all wooden, that you observed the first time you sat down, but you didn’t notice how happy all the customers seemed to be. There were pairs and groups of friends sitting about, talking about their day or what’d they like to do over the weekend, or students in single seats, reading a book or making a conversation with a barista. You didn’t see a frown anywhere. It seemed that this cafe radiated such good vibes that no one could be angry in such a chill place.
“Uh, Y/N? Earth to Y/N?” A voice snapped you back to reality. You blinked at the fingers snapping in front of your face.
“Oh...hey!” You shook your head out of your daze, trying to remember why you’d come to the cafe in the first place.
Chucking to himself, Jisung asked, “Can I get your order?”
“Just a water,” you gnawed on your lower lip in regret. Why show up to his workplace if you simply had to ask him a question? You could’ve easily found him when he was done…
But then again, you never saw him outside the coffee shop so you wouldn’t know where to look in the first place.
“You came all the way here for a water?” Jisung asked, raising an eyebrow.
“No, of course she didn’t,” a voice sang, the owner of it showing up behind Jisung. “She’s obviously here to say hello to her boyfriend. Don’t you have manners, dude?”
“B-boyfriend?”
“Uh no.”
The two of you spoke in unison, turning to the speaker.
“You have a boyfriend?” Jisung asked, turning to you with an almost betrayed expression on his face.
“I don’t???”
“Wait what’s going on,” the boy, now confused, scratched his head. “Are the two of you not dating? That is Y/N, right? I’m pretty sure someone told me you were dating.”
“Please excuse Minho,” Jisung leaned forward with a whisper, “He gobbles up any gossip he hears.”
“Hey, I heard that! Now move over, the people need their coffee!” Minho announced nudging Jisung to the side to take the next customer in line’s order.
Jisung nodded his head, gesturing for you to walk further down the counter, to not hold up the line. You leaned against the counter with your arms crossed.
“This is why I came,” you muttered, feeling your cheeks flush. “I don’t know who said what but my friend is telling me that people are telling him, gossiping I guess, that we’re dating,” you motion between the two of you with your hand.
“Wha––really?” You furrowed your eyebrows at how Jisung’s ears perked up and smiled at what you’d told him.
“Yeah, they’re all saying something about favoritism and giving me free stuff and discounts. But I haven’t gotten any since the first time though so I don’t know what they’re talking about.”
“Right,” Jisung chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. “Well, I didn’t say anything if that’s what you think. You think I’d do that to my favorite girl?”
“Well you sure like to embarrass me so I wouldn’t be too surprised. You seem like the kind to tease me that way.”
“Huh, that’s probably true but I promise it wasn’t me.”
“I believe you.” You truly did. Even though you probably wouldn’t have a few days prior, but Jisung really new to to charm his way into befriending people. “So, if you didn’t tell anyone, who did?”
Jisung shrugged. “Probably people around saw us and just assumed.”
Feeling your cheeks flush at the thought of people observing you and assuming you two were dating by your actions, you scoffed. “Pfft, what? How on earth could they think that?”
“It may sound like a total shock to you, Y/N, but I don’t talk to many girls as often or as willingly as I talk to you so…”
His statement did shock you. Several days prior, you saw the guy swarmed with girls around the counter giggling and cooing at him, and he seemed to bask in it. At least, you thought he did.
No doubt about it, you thought the guy was attractive since you first saw him so it didn’t come as a surprise that he had girls crowding him, hoping to earn a chance with him.
“I know what you’re thinking,” Jisung deadpanned. “I talk to other girls here in the coffee shop, sure, but it’s my job. I can’t just ignore them. You, though, I engage conversations with you first.”
You didn’t like the warm feeling you felt in your chest.
“Oh,” you mumbled, fiddling with your fingers.
“I understand if you want me to back off and stop bugging you so people stop assuming we’re—“
“It’s fine,” you cut him off sharply, snapping your head up to look at him. He was taken back by your answer, raising his eyebrows and widening his eyes. “You’re, uh, pretty cool so I don’t mind.”
“You don’t? Didn’t it bother you like two minutes ago???”
“It did,” you admit quickly, looking away for a split second, “But I changed my mind.”
“Oh, so you’ll still come around?”
Smiling at him, you raise an eyebrow, “Where else am I supposed to get my coffee?”
“Oh.”
“I’ll see ya around. I have a test to study for. Bye Jisung,” you gave a final wave before making your way to the entrance of the café.
Even after you left, Jisung was frozen, mouth agape and eyes widened.
“Uh, dude?”
“She’s willing going to come around,” the lovestruck boy sighed longingly, feeling his heart flutter in chest.
“Oh man, he’s whipped,” Minho chuckled to himself, patting Jisung on the back a few times before returning to making coffees.
And man, he was. At first, he might’ve seen you as a mystery, looking so out of place in that cafe the first time he saw you, but then the more of you he saw, his initial curiosity became anticipation in seeing you again. He couldn’t put his finger on it but something about you drew him closer to you. Maybe it was your first impression of him which wasn’t like the other girls he came to meet in the cafe. Or maybe it was the fact that you treated him like some normal guy and not eye candy. Maybe he liked the fact that you were a challenge to go for.
“I think I like this better,” Jisung mused, leaning over the counter, while you sipped your steaming hot chocolate.
“Hm?” you hummed, looking up at him curiously. You were currently sitting on a stool pushed up the the coffee counter, watching Jisung clean up from the busy work day. It was a Wednesday evening and there were plenty of crammers in the cafe that day.
“You being here voluntarily. When I made you come, I felt a little guilty so this is much better,” he smiled, turning away from you to clear the counter of any stray mugs a customer left around.
“Yeah,” you nodded in agreement, looking around at the empty coffee shop. “I definitely like being here when it’s almost closed.” It was only the two of you in the coffee shop. Chan was there about an hour earlier but left when Jisung offered to close up for him.
“Y/N, we closed up a half hour ago,” Jisung said, putting the mugs in the small quaint sink in the back corner. You paused sipping from your mug to look behind you at the door. The sign was flipped open to face the interior of the cafe.
Looking up at the clock, your eyes widened. “Crap, I didn’t even notice! Why didn’t you kick me out?” No wonder nobody had walked in.
“Because it’s just you.” He shrugged before turning to you, patting his hands against his apron. “Besides, it’s not like I’m itching to go back to my dorm.”
“You’re not getting paid extra though,” you frowned, feeling bad for wasting his time. Here you were, blabbing about how sucky you lab day was because your impotent partner couldn’t even hold a scalpel correctly when your dear friend could’ve been in his dorm sleeping peacefully.
“Your company is enough,” he sighed with a side smile, resting his hands against the counter and holding himself up.
“Alright, charmer,” you rolled your eyes, taking another sip of your hot chocolate. You’d grown to get used to Jisung’s smooth comments but that didn’t mean you weren’t affected by them. “You still look tired.” His eyelids were drooping and he seemed less perky during the later hours of the day.
“I’m fine~” he cooed, waving you off, motioning you to finish your hot chocolate.
“No, no, you need to go to sleep. Take it, I’m finished,” you handed him your half full mug.
“Y/N,” he whined, hesitantly taking the mug out of your hands when you shook it around slightly.
“You have to close up,” you ignored his whines and stand up from the counter stool. “Come on.”
“I’m not a baby, don’t baby me,” he frowned, putting your mug in the sink and turning on the faucet to rinse it off.
Raising an amused eyebrow at him, you gestured to his face, “you’re pouting like a baby.” You tugged his sleeve and handed him the keys sitting on top of the counter. “And you have an early class tomorrow, no?”
Honestly, you thought your friendship was going to maybe last a few weeks before you inevitably lost touch or got too busy to see each other. But, weeks later, your friendship prevailed. Neither of you shared any classes in common together, yet you managed to see each other everyday.
You weren’t at the coffee shop everyday, however. Sometimes, he’d meet you in your dorm’s lounge to hang out, with an occasional interrogation from a very suspicious Felix.
People didn’t bother to stop talking about the two of you either, or even bother to hide. Sure, people knew you guys weren’t official or dating, but that didn’t stop them from shipping it from afar. You always ignored it. You thought you ignored it for the reason that you didn’t even care but maybe you did. Perhaps you ignored it because you didn’t mind being shipped with him.
“Yeah,” he murmured, accepting the keys and shuffled behind you. You both exited the café and you waited for the barista to lock up before heading off in the direction of your dorms.
“Why’re you still following me? Isn’t your building over there?” You asked, pointing in the direction of a few buildings in the distance.
“Can’t I walk you all the way to your dorm to make sure you get in safe? It’s 8 p.m., who knows what psychos are around,” Jisung shrugged tiredly. Even through his obvious exhausted state, he still wanted to be a gentleman and you smiled in response.
“Thanks,” you murmured, looking down at your feet, feeling heat rise to your cheeks. It was getting harder and harder to keep your pulse under control with Jisung’s blunt statements with some sort of underlying meaning.
“You know, I may be half asleep and it’s dark out and all,” Jisung began when you approached the doors of your dorm building, “but don’t think I didn’t notice you get all quiet just now.”
“Hm?” You hum, snapping your head up from fumbling around your wallet for your student card. “Wha-What are you talking about? I’m not being quiet...Why...why would you think that?” By the end of your pathetic rambles, you rubbed the back of your neck nervously.
Jisung raised an eyebrow at your obvious flustered state.
“Just admit my endearing comments are affecting you~” He sang, holding open the door you unlocked with your key. Walking in and turning around to face him, you scowled.
“They most certainly are not!” Total lie.
“Mhm, sure thing, sugar,” he smiled to himself knowingly.
“Oh yeah? If your endearing comments affect me so much, what’re you gonna do about it?” You huffed, crossing your arms.
“Well, I would most likely ask you out but being that you fail to acknowledge any of my advances on you, I’m sure it would just go over your head and you’d think it’d be a friendly hang out.”
“Pfft, as if!” You rebuke stubbornly, furrowing your brows.
“Bowling last week? That was supposed to be a date...And then you invited Felix,” Jisung trailed off with a knowing head tilt.
Oh.
Oh.
“W-wait, you’ve been asking me out this whole time?”
Noticing your look of pure shock, Jisung threw his head back to laugh and smacked his forehead. “To think I thought you were just playing hard to get and it’s just that you are indeed blind.”
“Hey!” You whined uncrossing your arms to throw them up, “I was out here thinking you were just so flirty by nature! You know, part of your whole charm package. I didn’t actually think you wanted to date me.”
“Well, I do, so now here I am being as clear as possible: Y/N would you like to go out with me?”
“Well, duh. I wouldn’t have stuck around such an annoying dude for so long if I didn’t have feelings for him,” you smile coyly, finally accepting the blush heating your cheeks.
“Hey, I am not annoying. I’m charming and kind of clingy sometimes. But NOT annoying!” He grinned, beginning to walk backwards away from your building. “I’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?”
You hummed in agreement before calling out, “You know I actually kind of hated you when we first met? You were too happy and it messed with my ‘don’t care’ aura.”
“Yeah, you made that a bit obvious. It was more the reason to be your friend and bug you though,” he called back before giving you a final wave.
You thought consuming too much caffeine was the only cause of jitters but the race of your heartbeat told you maybe it wasn’t just coffee; perhaps it was some annoying barista who snuck his way under your arm and into your life.
˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ texting han jisung to wash the dishes pretty please
🧸 paring: han jisung x gn! reader
🧸 author rambles: this is my first text fic ever!! i was kinda just experimenting with the format, thanks hanji for being my test subject!! i hope this was somewhat cute and or made you smile. im very much a “finding beauty in the mundane” enthusiast, so im predicting lots of my works will be fluffy mundanity <3 (i also ramble a lot) (im also in a very “babe” and “baby” mood and it’s bleeding into my writing) (ALSO OMG headcanon that hanji sends <4 to show he loves you MORE than the standard <3. what a dork) anyway, enjoy!!
pairing: criminal!jisung + gn undercover cop!reader
genre: angst, slight fluff
word count: 0.2k
warnings: mentions of police, implied consumption of alcohol, brief mention of guns
― @districtninewriters writers’ room weekly prompt ↬ coaster
“you ratted me out...”
jisung’s words come across as more of an affirmation than a question. he scoffs before you can respond, a smirk tugging on the corner of his lips. your grip tightens around the glass in your hand as you carefully calculate your next words.
“what do you mean, baby?” you smile sweetly, falling back on your weakest defense of feigning ignorance.
“you tell me... baby” jisung’s intense gaze shifts between you and the coaster on the dinner table, “you’ve been holding that empty glass for an awfully long time...”
the signal.
you didn’t know how, but he knew. he knew about the swat team outside the door. the cops outside the building. the agent stationed with a sniper rifle on a rooftop across the street. every single one of them waiting for the moment when you set your glass down onto the coaster, giving them the green light to storm the place.
“stay for a while longer, won’t you?” jisung leans forward so that you can see his dark, hooded eyes glistening against the glow of a candle at the center of the table, “...or at least have one more drink before you go”.
“the game’s over, jisung.” your voice grows cold as you finally let the facade fall away, still dangling the glass loosely between your fingers.
he shifts even closer, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear and gently removing your earpiece in one swift movement.
pairing: crush!jisung + gn!reader (ft. bartender!minho)
genre: fluff
word count: 1.1k
warnings: mentions of drinking/alcohol, food, knives (for cooking)
ib: god’s menu mv ( Big Surprise ! )
come work at our restaurant they said
it’ll be fun they said
you scrape the bottom of your motivational barrel to drag your lifeless body out of bed at 5:30am
you’d promised minho that you would come to work early so he could teach you how to make a couple of his signature flaming cocktails
(even though anyone would know that all it takes is adding a layer of strong booze on top of any drink and setting it on fire)
but he was determined to share all his bartending secrets and make you his apprentice
so your bus pulls up outside the back entrance of the restaurant, located down a dark alleyway that’s illuminated by a single red neon sign
it reads “神메뉴“
you stumble half-asleep across the concrete and approach the backdoor covered in bright graffiti art
you freeze hearing a noise echo from a shadowed corner of the alley
“pspspspsps-”
you spot the silhouette of a man squatting in front of a small orange cat
the cat’s eyes narrow in suspicion then soften as it gently nudges it’s head against the man’s hand
the loose sleeves of his hoodie slide back while he gives the cat a few soft pats, exposing a tattoo on his wrist
you squint to get a better look as you recgonise the insignia shaped like a flame with the words ‘cross boundaries’ written across it
he’s almost unrecognisable out of his polished black chef’s uniform, but you’re sure it’s him
“… jisung?”
jisung turns and looks up at you like a deer in headlights
“you’re here!” he exclaims sharply before discreetly adjusting his tone to be a little deeper, “i mean ahem- oh you’re here? what brings you here?”
the cat scurries away as he jumps to his feet
“i’ve got bartending lessons with minho” you chuckle awkwardly, “how about you?”
“just felt like cooking” he scratches his head, “maybe try a couple new dishes i’ve been thinking of”
it was no wonder why you'd barely seen jisung despite working at god’s menu for almost a month
he was always the first to come and the last to go home, never leaving the kitchen during his shifts except to greet the diners when it was quiet
part of you had assumed he was the stand-offish, nonconformist type
but maybe you were wrong
jisung scrambles through his backpack for the key to the backdoor that’s hidden under a mess of tangled earphones and assorted snacks
the door opens with a screech
“lee minho......” you curse under your breath upon discovering that your ‘mentor’ is nowhere to be seen
your phone chimes with a text notification
“tiroriroriro~” jisung softly mimics the noise, making your shoulders relax as you laugh at the cute impression
something came up! i’m sure jisung can teach you to cook instead lol 😽 Received at 6:03am
your shoulders immediately tense up again
your brain goes into overdrive recalling the details of a recent conversation you had with minho when you were practicing making (and drinking) cocktails
the topic of love and relationships had naturally came up throughout the drunken midnight heart-to-heart
you’d interrupted minho in the middle of a passionate sonnet about how people need to lower their standards
“welllll myy shtandards are shimple!!” you announced proudly with slurred speech
“i like aaanybody that can make me yummy food” you giggled to yourself like a little kid
“doesn’t that make jisung your ideal type?” minho smirked, prodding at your flushed cheeks
“mmmm...... jisung.....” just the sound of his name made your smile grow wide as you repeated it over and over in a sing-song tone, “haann jiiiisssuung”
so the cat was out of the bag
SKDJKS I HATE YOU Sent at 6:05am
you wonder if he’s already told jisung, but the young chef looks too caught up in organising his ingredients to even look at you
“have you eaten?” he asks without shifting his focus from the shiitake mushrooms he’s slicing
“no... not yet”
“good! i’ll make you something” he smiles, his eyes curving into crescent moons that make his cheeks puff up a tiny bit
you feel the urge to politely refuse but you know a good meal could help distract you from the nerves
“okay deal. but you have to let me help!” you roll up your sleeves and force an enthusiastic smile
he nods, carefully handing you the knife
it’s a mixture of nervousness and the fact that you’ve never been the greatest cook that results in some very wonky-looking mushrooms
jisung peers over at you from where he’s preparing the soup base
“do you...?”
“yeah please help me” you quickly concede
he chuckles slightly, positioning himself next to you and hovering his hand over yours
“your technique is good, you just need to take it a little slower” he leads your hands with a gentle touch, “focus on precision over speed”
you feel his breath against your ear and try your best not to flinch, conscious of the sharp object you’re holding
“t-thanks”
jisung takes a step back when he suddenly realises how close he is
you rush to change the subject and break through through the awkward silence
“what’s the story behind your tattoo?” you blurt out
“oh i um-” he pulls back his sleeve and traces the outline of the flame, “i got it when i started this job”
he smiles weakly in reminiscence, “i was so nervous...”
your mind wanders to the few times when you’ve seen him present his dishes to customers with so much satisfaction and pride, like he’d spent his whole life perfecting the one meal
it was hard to imagine an ounce of self-doubt in his system
“but i knew i had to pursue my dream” he continues, “i had to cross any boundaries”
you feel a sense of deep admiration make your heart go warm as you watch him silently and slowly repeat the words to himself
“cross boundaries, jisung”
he suddenly turns to you with a glimmer of determination in his eyes
“can i take you on a date?” he asks directly
you stare back at him blankly for a few seconds while your brain tries to process the words
noticing the way he’s literally holding his breath and might pass out at any moment, you give a few quick nods
“yes!! i’d love that!” you smile brightly
jisung buries his face in his palms, bursting with relief
he looks back up at you with the softest, sweetest, most sincere smile you’ve ever seen
“you have no idea how much i’ve wanted to ask you that”
it seemed like there were so many things about han jisung you had no idea about
