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deadlines | h. jisung

pairing: han jisung x reader

genre: fluff + college au

requested?: no i just love college boys

word count: 2.4k+

a/n: kicking it off strong w my first post on here lol anyway i had a little too much fun writing this AND i even threw in some cameos ... if u catch them u get a gold star so watch out -sam

“this is so hard!” you whine, slumping over onto the chemistry notes you hadn’t bothered to finish. you turn your gaze towards your friend, kyungjoo, who gives you a fake sympathetic look.

“i know, y/n, i know, it’s just so hard for you to sit here for two hours and stare at him-“ she points her pencil at a boy sitting a few rows in front of you- “the whole time.”

“it is!” you defend yourself, although your heart isn’t truly in it, because the boy kyungjoo’s pointing at has caught your attention once again.

he looks like any other student in a typical 8am class- messy hair, sweatpants, hoodie. looking over the lecture hall, you probably would have missed him if you didn’t already know where he sat. which, for the record, was on the left side, fourth row, surrounded by other guys from his fraternity. of course.

as you tune yourself further in to the guys’ conversation, and begin to ignore whatever life advice kyungjoo is trying to give you now, you realize that the fraternity is talking amongst themselves excitedly- really excitedly.

“who are you bringing?”

“chan, your girlfriend is coming right? and minho’s coming too?”

“changbin, you’re going to have a hell of a time getting enough beer for all of us.”

and lastly, “are you gonna do it tonight?” “of course i’m gonna do it tonight; can’t wait any fucking longer.”

a party. of course there’s a party. there’s one practically every friday night, and every friday night, you don’t go. you use the age old excuse of “oh, i wasn’t invited!” but you know nobody needs an invite to a frat party. you’re just waiting for one anyways.

you tell this to kyungjoo as you come out of your dazed state. she laughs at you, telling you maybe she’ll take off to the frat party and have a little fun with someone while you stay in the dorms, staring at the blank chemistry notebook that’s taunting you right now. it seems to get closer, and closer, and closer- until your professor’s voice rings throughout the hall.

your body lurches, and your spine hits the back of your chair almost involuntarily. the sound of it is comically deafening compared to kyungjoo’s quiet laughter, and the whispers of the frat boys just a few rows in front of you.

“for part of your midterm assessment, you will be required to complete a group project- your own presentation, adequately covering a section of one of the units we’ve completed in class thus far. remember, the best way to learn is by teaching. your groups have been assigned at random; if you have any problems with your group members, please speak with me privately. to save time, i’ll be putting the list on the board.”

then, projected onto the whiteboard, is your fate for the next week. you scan the list for your name, your name, your name… for a moment after you see it, you forget if it’s even yours, because all you can see is the name han jisung sitting right underneath it.

y/n. han jisung.

han jisung. y/n.

you reach desperately for kyungjoo, nearly choking her in your own panic. “oh, are you doing electronegativity?” she muses. “i’d be pissed if i had to do that, too.”

“no, i-“ frankly, you don’t even know what section you’re covering; it doesn’t really matter now, anyway, because you’re convinced you’re fucked no matter what. “just look, kyungjoo!”

she manages to stop her gaze from wandering the lecture hall, up and down the aisles like a kid in a candy store, and squints at the board. her eyes blow open the moment she sees your name, but she forces them back and grins at you. “aw, have fun you little lovebird!” she squeals as a member of her own group tugs her away from you. you think you might actually choke her later.

the students are clearly splitting off into their groups, so you feel pressured to do the same- but not before you scout out jisung, and check (and then double check and triple check) to make sure it’s not too weird if you walk straight up to him right now. it’s not. “what the hell were you expecting?” you whisper to yourself as you walk towards the front of the room. it feels like a hike, miles long, and it could be placebo, but you swear you’re a little bit winded by the time you reach his desk.

he beats you to the punch. “hi, y/n.”

“hi, jisung,” you reply, leaning ever so slightly over the tabletop. “who else is in our group?” you try not to let any nervousness show in your voice.

“oh, jiwon is working with us, but she’s, ahem, ‘sick’ today.” the air quotes he puts around the word “sick,” are almost endearing, until the image of a hungover jiwon- kyungjoo’s friend, an absolute doll you’ve had the privilege of meeting a few times- pops into your mind. “oh, yikes.”

“yeah, yikes is about right.” he pauses, shaking his head at nothing, then looks back up at you. “sit down.” he motions to the chair next to him.

you grasp for conversational straws as you take your seat, “so, i heard your frat is having a party this weekend?” dumb question; of course they’re having a party. you know they are.

“yeah, we are!” the tone of excitement he had when talking to his friends comes back, and it makes you smile. “oh my god, y/n, you should come!”

the smile drops off your face, an expression of pure shock left in its trail. “really?”

“i mean, as long as you’re down for it. it’ll be fun; a ton of people are gonna be there.” he gives you a little nudge with his elbow, and you feel yourself falling into his trap. it’ll totally be fun, won’t it? you think to yourself. you take one look at jisung and decide, yeah, it will.

“i’ll come.”

his smile is even wider than yours. “great; it starts at 9, but you can come whenever. and you don’t have to bring anything, just yourself.”

“i’ll probably come with kyungjoo, is that okay?”

“oh, that’s perfect!”

“that’s perfect!” kyungjoo tells you as she adjusts your outfit in the mirror. you would beg to differ, but you keep your mouth shut, because kyungjoo looks stunning herself- so if she thinks you look good, that must mean something, right?

you run your own hands down your outfit’s front. sheer material, sprinkled with baby blue glitter, covers you from your neck down to the middle of your thighs, and its sparkle almost distracts from the delicate white slip dress you wear underneath. kyungjoo passes you your shoes and steps away as you put them on, since they give you quite a few inches over her already shorter frame. “i don’t want to be seen next to you,” she jokes.

you head out of the dorms together, wrapped in jackets to protect not only yourselves, but also the shock factor of your outfits. you don’t want to give everything away just yet, especially not to any of the boys sitting out on their frat houses’ front porches because they think they’re too good for anyone’s parties but their own.

the few people on the front lawn turn a blind eye to you and kyungjoo, so you slip through the door without anyone noticing. inside, the air is heavy with the scent of alcohol and the sound of music. mentally, you start preparing a plan to split up with kyungjoo and search the place for jisung- the idea of not having anyone to attach yourself to makes you jittery, but jisung was the only reason you showed up, really, so you’d be damned if you didn’t find him, you have to find him, but you’re getting a little hot in your jacket, so you start to unzip it- and then you see him.

amongst the lazy sway of the party, his dash through the kitchen and into the foyer is hard to miss. that, and he runs straight into you. as he uses your shoulders to steady himself, he pushes your jacket off. you barely hear it hit the floor- time slows and your senses numb as you watch jisung give you what might be the slowest once-over of all time. “y/n,” he mumbles. his voice proves he’s more drunk than you expected him to be. “i’m glad you showed up.” it’s not a you look good, which is what your heart really wanted, but it’s a start- until it ends.

a wide-eyed blonde girl, someone you recognize as being a few years older than you, comes up behind him. “jisung,” she says, her voice like a siren’s song. he turns slow, too slow for her taste, and so she tugs his arm. “jisung,” she repeats, louder this time. this draws the attention of some of the people in the kitchen, and a boy from the football team comes out. “han!” he claps his hand on jisung’s back.

more people follow, and jisung’s eyes widen as he’s pulled in a dozen directions at once. under pressure, you let go of his hand. you didn’t even realize you had grabbed it, yet you missed the feeling of it as soon as it was gone. kyungjoo slips her hand into yours in jisung’s place, and drags you into the living room. “come on, we’re gonna have some fun!”

your idea of fun at the beginning of the night hadn’t been eavesdropping on the sorority girls’ game of never have i ever, but as time dragged on, you managed to trick yourself into thinking it was interesting- jiwon was there, at least, so you and kyungjoo had an excuse to hang around. eventually, she stood up and left the circle, saying something about getting more drinks for the group. “jiwonnie, can you get us some too?” kyungjoo pleads.

“i thought you weren’t drinking tonight,” you whisper to her.

“change of plans.” she gives you the same look she gives you when you talk about jisung, and you’re forced to nod.

jiwon enters the room again with what must be an armful of beers. she passes one to each girl seated on the floor, then hands one each to you and kyungjoo. you expect her to rejoin the sorority girls, but she climbs onto the sofa next to you. “y/n, i thought you’d be with jisung.”

“yeah, i thought i’d be, too,” you sighed, not meeting her eyes.

“yeah… he’s looking for you, actually.”

you nearly spit out your drink. “what? but he ran off with- with-”

“yuju.” jiwon finishes. “but that didn’t last long, he’s not that into her and she’s not that interesting, anyway. he’s looking for you, y/n.”

she’s begging the question, so you ask. “where is he?”

“outside, on the deck.”

you make your way across the house with the beer that you didn’t need and weren’t going to drink, finally feeling like you had a place at the party. when you spot jisung on the deck, he’s sitting on the railing, a spot next to him that looked as if it had been saved for you- your place.

“hey,” jisung greets you as you climb over the railing, guessing you’re just another sorority girl there to butter him up. but when he turns to look, you swear you can see his eyes sparkle from something that’s not the moonlight. “y/n,” he whispers.

“jisung.” you grin like a giddy schoolgirl, even though you know there’s lipstick staining your teeth and the slightest hint of alcohol on your breath.

“where were you?” he asks.

“i was with kyungjoo. you were with yuju, right?” you hope you’re wrong.

“yeah, for like, a minute. and then i came outside to wait for you.” he waited for you. the thought makes your heart jump, and then sink, as you realize you were the one that kept him waiting for so long, kept him with yuju, away from you.

“how was she?” you want to smack yourself as soon as the words pass your lips. you barely know yuju, all you know is no matter what jisung says about her, it’s going to upset you. your mind trails through dark hallways and crowds of people, thinking about jisung and yuju drinking, talking, laughing with each other, all while you were silent in the living room.

“fine, i guess… but i’d rather have been with you.” he pulls you into his side. you can feel it, you can see it, you can smell his cologne and just barely imagine what his lips would taste like, all while the world roars around you with a vigor that makes you feel small.

“sorry for keeping you waiting.” your voice is so soft you feel like it might get lost in the hum of the night, everything buzzing around you like you’re trapped in a lightbulb on the verge of blowing out.

“it’s okay, i’ve got all the time in the world.” his hand drifts up your side, tapping with his fingertips the same way you would touch a crystal glass. seconds that feel precious to you chip away from your body.

“do you really?” you blurt.

“yeah, do you not?”

“i mean, i wouldn’t say i do.”

“maybe you’ve got a little more time than you think.” there’s a cadence to his voice, which matches how he sways from the drinks he’s had. you look at him, slow, and he looks back at you, slower, with hair and eyes like molasses.

and then he crashes into you, sugary sweet and warm, and you feel yourself melting into him like it’s the only thing you have left to do. it’s the only thing you can think about, anyway, with it sticking in your mind so hard you feel like you’re reliving the same three second every time jisung pushes his lips against yours again. when he finally pulls away, you can barely catch up, leaving you with your shoulders drooping, your eyes half-lidded, licking your lips like there’s still something left on them, and you want it, bad.

“why’d you do it?” you ask, skipping over telling him how much you enjoyed it. there’s no way he doesn’t already know.

“i told myself i’d do it tonight.” he strains to keep his voice slow once again; the world inside his head moving far too fast after kissing you. “couldn’t wait any fucking longer.”

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hyunsunglix · 5 years

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sing for you | h. jisung

pairing: teacher jisung x single mom reader

genre: fluff

requested?: anon: I've been holding onto this idea for a while, cause I was going to try to write it (I never write it well😂), but like single father Jisung or like single mother reader🤔. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it😩

a/n: parent aus are one of my absolute favorite tropes ever!!!!! i hope you enjoy anon because i really enjoyed writing this!! -lena

ok so ur a single mom for...reasons

u have a little girl!!!!

she’s the sweetest thing ever and u couldn’t ask for anything else in the world

she’s like kindergarten age and u haven’t really thought about dating since she was born cuz u don’t have time for that

she’s a handful

and since you work it’s not like you have tons of time to be out and about lookin for a date

whatever ok so your little girl goes to the local kindergarten and she’s a really sociable kid so she has a lot of friends and really enjoys school

which is a blessing because you don’t think you couldn’t handle a kid who never wants to go to school in the morning while ur trying to go to work (but you know you’d love them the same)

so basically one day you’re going to pick your girl up from kindergarten like you usually do after work

and ur standing in the lobby of the school waiting until the kids are dismissed

suddenly u hear...guitar strums?? and singing??

you cant remember your daughter ever talking about there being a music program at school so you just assume the kids are watching a video or something

but curiosity gets the best of you and you glance through the window on the door that leads into the classroom

and you see the cutest!! freakin!! sight!!

all the kids and sitting in a circle around this young guy with bleach blonde hair who’s holding a guitar and singing with them

you automatically spot your daughter sitting right next to him and she sees you and starts waving frantically

you smile and wave back but not before making eye contact with the guy holding the guitar

and ur like. woah. WOAH

because he’s CUTE cute

he has the cutest little heart shape smile and crinkly eyes

you almost have to physically shake your head to snap yourself out of your daze

because now the music class has seemed to stop and all the kindergarteners are running to get their things

you step out of the way of the door so the kids can be let out but the door is opened by no other than...guitar guy

you try to quell your blush from seeing him so close to you all of a sudden but ur not sure if it works considering when you pick up your daughter to give her a hug she goes “mommy...why’re your cheeks all pink...”

“wHat? my cheeks aren’t pink! YOUR cheeks are pink!”

she giggles and squirms out of your arms and runs to the guitar guy

oh no

you see your little girl grab his hand and drag him over to you from where he was standing at the door saying goodbye to all the other kids

“mommy!!! this is mr. sungie!!! he’s teaching us singing!!!! and he plays guitar!!!”

the guy laughs slightly and looks back at you and sticks out his hand for you to shake

“hi, i’m han jisung, the school wanted a half semester music program so...here i am!”

you shake his hand (it’s soft) “i’m y/n, y/d/n’s mom. it’s nice to meet you! i’m so glad they’re finally doing something music oriented”

“i agree! i think music is so good for kids, do you play anything?”

you two chatter away about music and such until you feel a tug on your pant leg

you look down to see your daughter looking up at you with pleading eyes that are literally BEGGING you to get ice cream with her or something

you giggle and pat her head, looking back up to jisung and smiling at him

“well it was nice to meet you...mr. sungie? i’ll see you around!”

he does that cute heart smile back at you and goes “you can call me jisung” and you swear you feel an explosion of butterflies in your stomach

later after you’ve gotten ice cream with your daughter and you’re walking hand in hand back to your apartment she goes

“mommy, you like mr. sungie right?”

“yeah, he seems like a good teacher! you like him right?”

“of COURSE i like him, he plays guitar for us and sings really pretty, but i think you like like him” she smiles coyly up and you and you don’t say anything for a second, processing the fact that your 5 year old daughter seems to know more about romance than you do

you finally collect yourself and go “and why would you think that, missy?”

“i dunno...you look really happy around him” she shrugs her shoulders and takes another lick of her ice cream cone

you end up dismissing the thought after a while cuz ... you’ve met the guy once you can’t be in love with him after one meeting (right?)

anyways time goes on and u continue to pick up your daughter from school everyday and pretty much see jisung all the time

he really REALLY grows on you and the mutual affection is kinda obvious, especially to your daughter

one day the weather is just HORRIBLE like ridiculous rain storms and it’s so crazy that a lot of public transportation is closed or extremely slow

and this obviously stands as a problem considering you have a child to pick up across town in ten minutes and you’ve been standing for the train for about 30

you’re frantic since you’ve never been late to pick her up before and you don’t want her to get scared or anything so you decide to call the school

one of the nice ladies from the office picks up and you explain your situation (which she completely understands) and she says that jisung actually offered to watch her for however long it takes you to arrive, even offering to bring her to your apartment if that’s easier for you to get to

your heart SOARS

but you tell the lady that you’re about to get on the train anyways so you’ll just meet them at school

you cant help but smile the entire train ride because he really just offered up his own free time to watch your kid

and you know how much she likes jisung since she literally HAS NOT STOPPED TALKING ABOUT HIM (and how you should get married to him) FOR THE PAST THREE WEEKS

lets sidetrack a bit to what jisung and your daughter were doing

after he offered to watch her until you came, he automatically thought it would be a good idea to teach her how to play some guitar

since she always seemed so interested during school

once they got settled and he was strumming along with her your daughter looked up at him and pouted

“mr. sungie?”

“yes, kiddo?”

“my mommy likes you” jisung freezes for a second at the confession, but goes back to strumming because how much can a 5 year old’s word mean

“i like her too! she’s a very nice woman and seems like a very good mommy”

your daughter rolls her eyes and turns fully to jisung

“no!! she really, really like LIKES you!!!!”

jisung takes a deep breath

should he really confess to your daughter about how he actually really likes you too and your sparkly eyes and pretty voice and amazing ability to kindly nurture a rowdy kindergartner???

well

he does

“you know, i actually think i like like her too�� jisung didn’t know he could actually start blushing from confessing his feelings to a 5 year old

your daughter automatically lights up and starts bouncing up and down “will you get married now?? will you get to bring me to get ice cream after school sometimes too?? can we go to the park together!!??”

the amount of questions is a bit overwhelming considering he hasn’t even said anything to YOU

ok back to you

finally when you arrive at the school let me tell you

the sight you see when you walk into the classroom has your heart doing more flips than on the first day you saw jisung and your daughter’s class together

your daughter was sitting on jisung's lap, his guitar in her lap and his hands holding hers as he strums across the various chords

they seem so content and focused you don’t even want to go in there

but alas, you do because it’s getting kind of late and you don’t want to keep jisung any longer than he’s already stayed

your daughter’s head darts up as soon as she hears the door opens and shimmies off of jisung’s lap with a yell of “mommy!!” when she sees you

you give her a big hug and apologize a billion times for being so late

“it’s ok mommy!!! mr. sungie kept me company!! maybe you should be late more often”

you laugh and look to jisung who is FOND

you also apologize a bunch for him, especially since he probably had stuff to do and places to be

“don’t worry about it, she’s a pleasure to have as company” and shoots her a little smile

your daughter runs to stand in between you two and looks up to both of you

you both know what’s coming

“hey mommy...”

“yes, daughter?”

“you know how you like mr. sungie”

“i mean yeah, as your teach-“

“well mr. sungie likes you too!!! and wants to marry you and bring me to the park and get ice cream with us!!!”

both of you flush with embarrassment and immediately try to back track everything she just said

and then you take a deep breath

“do you actually like me?” you feel like you’re in the 7th grade again

jisung’s voice is small when he answers you, his fingers fidgeting and eyes down to the floor

“yeah, but i understand if it’s weird or anything. i am her teacher after all and have no idea what your home life is like...”

“god i’m so glad you told her whatever you did”

jisung’s head shoots up so his eyes can meet your own “what?”

“you know, maybe she wasn’t wrong, maybe i do like like you” you say with a small smile as you walk towards jisung and wrap your arms around his neck

“well in that case, would you like to go out for ice cream?”

“YES!!” you hear your daughter yell from where she was standing by the door

you both laugh and walk hand in hand out of the classroom, your daughter leading the way

#stray kids #han jisung #han #stray kids fluff #stray kids imagine #han jisung fluff #jisung fluff #han jisung imagine #han fluff #stray kids x reader #han jisung x reader #jisung drabble #skz fluff #skz imagine #stray kids drabble #⭐️.lena

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