warnings: mention of anxiety and panic attacks just at the start.
summary: y/n and Jisung are in a long distance relationship since a couple months, they met because y/n it's a Stay, Jisung couldn't leave his mind from her during the after days and you guys casually met. Then everything came naturally, but you guys never met each other after that.
The first time your phone rang was from Chan.
'He's panicking', 'I can't calm him down', 'please call him', that's all you remember from that first phone call. You sat on your bed, with trembling hands and sweaty palms, your gaze falling from your suitcase inside the closet at the call that rings.
You don't know what time it is, you're not focus enough to know, you put your phone on the parquet while you take out your travel trolley, filling it with the first clothes you find. It's the middle of the night, your roommate sleeps peacefully while your chest rises and falls in terror. Why isn't jisung answering the phone?
"Hello?"
His voice is a whisper, you clearly hear how he's shaking, you could almost frame his figure on the floor in his bedroom as he clutches the phone to his ear, "y/n? 's everything okay? it's three in the morning there. "
Oh, three in the morning.
In Seoul however, it's ten in the morning, but you don't care, "Chan said he can't calm you down, what - do you, want to talk about it?" Silence. Jisung doesn't answer you, but you can still hear him sobbing.
You can only hear a clear beep-beep at the end of the call, as you close the zipper of your suitcase. You don't care what time it is, you don't care if you forget something behind, you grab your backpack with battery charger and your phone running out of your apartment.
The taxi ride is short, silent, while you fill your boyfriend with messages, you're not angry, you're not mad at him for hanging up like that. You know him too well to know that right now he's not even looking at his phone right now, the panic in him it's so much that you can imagine him perfectly in his room under his blankets. In a couple of hours, after you fly across the world to see him, you'll do anything to calm him down.
You're wearing your pajamas, an oversized shirt, and a pair of shorts, funny socks and a pair of inside shoes when most of your savings are for that one-way ticket to see your boyfriend. You're not even complaining, that's fine with you. You just need to be there for him. Which unfortunately doesn't always happen.
You sit on one of the cold metal chairs in front of the gate, surrounded by a few people, the few crazy people who don't even look at you, too tired from waiting for the seven in the morning flight. You pick up your phone and decide to text Chan.
It's the first time you've done something so crazy for someone.
Even if when you love, you love hard.
People notice it, understand it, but don't always appreciate it.
Your first relationship was with a person who didn't care about this attention, he always made you feel wrong. From there you had decided that the affection you show should only be given to best friends and family. Nothing more and nothing less. You were the hopeless romantic, always looking for a big love to fill your heart, to make you smile even when you're already smiling.
Then when you met Jisung things got a little different, at the concert you couldn't take your eyes off him from the first song until the end of the concert. You were trying to not feel too delusional, because com'on. Why you? Why you in a full crowd of people? In your mind that was even too much to think about. The following days while you were wandering around the city it almost seemed like a mirage to meet him. You guys talked. Talked so much that you lost time, almost making him late for his flight back to Seoul - he was so close to stay there. He wanted to, he wanted to stay with you.
That was your first and only date.
During the whole fly you never texted to anyone.
You just left, without an explanation because Jisung needed you, would you do that again? of course. Yes, 100%, All the time.
When you get down the plane with your cozy pyjamas and your stuff you find a member of the staff of Stray Kids with a sign, 'y/n'. You just get close bow in the most gently way possible. Your hair in disorder, your tired face for not having sleeping anything during the flight makes itself felt. From the airport to Jisung's dormitory, while the staff informs of your arrival in Chan, you managed to rest.
You are in front of his room, struggling to handle your heart pumping faster than usual in your ribcage while with a trembling hand you grasp the handle. Over the course of time, Jisung filled you with messages, to which you responded calmly and patiently, comforting him as best you could. But now, knowing that you're damn close to him, you can't give yourself peace.
You suddenly take a step back putting your head in your hands with a grunt, what if he doesn't want to see you? he's not waiting for you, what if he doesn't want you there?
However, your worries are immediately replaced with a heart full of love because the door is opened, and Jisung is now looking at you with two red eyes from crying and his mouth slightly open.
“y/n?”
He whispers, as if you were a mirage, you quickly open your arms, with a big smile on your face, ready to melt with him. His hair are a mess, he's still wearing his pyjamas as you, but he doesn't lose time to lift you up from the floor, holding you from the back of your thighs to have you completely against his body.
"you came."
