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yangrr · 4 years

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disastrous rolls [h.jisung]

⇾ pairing : han jisung x reader

⇾ summary : chaos erupts in midst of enjoying some sushi rolls.

⇾ wc : 2k

⇾ genre/warnings : college!au,best friends to lovers!au | mild swearing

The continuous buzzing of notifications fell upon deaf ears,but even if it was anything important,you told yourself you weren’t going to spare it a glance.Thick reference books sprawled across the table,notes and exercise papers arranged in a messy array.You were treating the finals season like it was a life-or-death situation,but it was only fit considering you laze away most of the days when you could’ve done early preparations.

Your phone vibrated obnoxiously,adamant on getting your attention. You let out annoyed noises,unable to focus on the swimming words in front of you.It killed your concentration alright,and you pushed back your chair to get to that exasperating piece of electronic.

You knew quite well it was no other than Jisung,no one would’ve been that relentless to keep up the fruitless efforts of spamming your inbox with repeated messages in a row.Jisung wasn’t one to give up,that boy is more determined than anyone you knew--he could be fighting for the last slice of cheesecake during a sale as if it was the last puff of oxygen anyone would inhale.

Sure enough,your phone lit up with his contact,but this time it was an incoming call.Deciding it was enough waiting on his part,you swiped on the green answer button,flopping down on the plush couch.

“Hey,oh my gosh.”Jisung puffed out in greeting.The resounding smack of the soles of his shoes against asphalt was loud enough for you to hear,little pants of breathlessness filled your ears as you waited for Jisung to elaborate.It was rare to hear the energetic male sound so out of air,but you guessed he had been running for a while now--there didn't seem to be any other logical explanation for him to come off like he was on the verge of death.

“Sung,did you miss your bus again?”You spoke,forcing back a yawn as you listened to more wheezes of wind.

“No,” Jisung huffed,sounding mildly offended. “Who do you take me for?I’m not that irresponsible.”

You bit the inside of your cheek,choking back a laugh.The memories of his misfortune right before he calls you every time were priceless--something always go wrong before he runs into you,it was almost like an endless time-loop that brought you both together again and again under the guise of bad luck.

It has a wide range of defects,from slipping on spilt hot coffee to accidentally burning your worksheets to crisps,you honestly don’t know how much more disaster you would run into the longer you spent time with him.

“Okay,yeah maybe I missed my bus.” Jisung coughed out.His footsteps faltered,pants slowing down simultaneously. “But I got some food and I didn’t want it to get cold so I ran over.”

His fingers curled nervously around the paper bag,tearing the brown material apart from how hard he was digging his nails into it.The lack of response from your side was unnerving,and he felt his guts gurgled nauseatingly.

“You’re okay with me coming over right?”He quipped,voice smaller than before. “I know you’re studying and all but I figured you could use a break.”

“My door is already open,hurry.”

Donned in a simple black hoodie and sweatpants,Han Jisung had a funny way of making your heart thump like hooves on concrete pavements.His hair was a tousled mess,clear sheen of sweat coating his skin was glistening under the evening sun.The eager and warm expression gracing his features was one you could never brush aside,as you let him into your humble abode.

“Nothing else happened right?”You giggled,taking the package from him.His lithe fingers grazed slightly against yours,igniting sparks on the expanse of your skin,causing shudders to run down your back like little ghost fingers.

He laughed,embarrassed. Jisung’s arm rested comfortably on your shoulder,guiding you into your own kitchen.Sometimes,you wonder if you were the one living here or him,considering how well he knew the layout by now.

The amount of times he disrupted your peace was phenomenal too.

He fished out the plastic container,revealing tempting-looking pieces of sushi.You recognised it almost immediately,making a grab for it before Jisung pulled it away.

“That aunty opened her shop again?”You gaped,lunging for the food,which Jisung avoided with ease.He sniggered,backing away to the kitchen counter. “Give me.”

Jisung shook his head,a teasing glint apparent in his eyes.He smirked coyly, “You’ll have to come get it if you want some.”

You whined in vex,crossing your arms across your chest and sent him the dirtiest glare you could summon.Jisung paid no mind,reaching over you to seize the chopsticks.He made sure to bend just enough,so his chest brushed you in the most subtle way possible.Silent smirk adorned his lips when he felt you tensed up under the contact,breath hitched when his warm breath fanned over the shell of your ear.

“You should study,I’ll keep you company,”

You raised your eyebrows questioningly,gesturing to the unopened packet of food.He returned your look with a smug playful one,almost quizzically as he stared back at you.

“These are my sushi.”He emphasised.Stretching his arms above your head,Jisung continued. “If you survive another hour of studying,I’ll give you the other box.”

“Are you really gonna bet with me right now?”You snarked back,a competitive grin stretching across your face. “No,if I do it, you’ll have to give me more than a box of sushi.”

“Bet.”

An hour has never felt longer in your life.The clock seemed to tick by way too slow for liking,like muddy water sliding down a cemented path.You were feeling agitated,fidgeting in your seat each time you heard chewing noises from behind you.

(Exaggerated groans of satisfaction accompanying the chomps were starting to piss you off too.You were sure Jisung was doing that as a very messed up form of torment.)

“Are you gonna give up yet?”Jisung asked,with mouthful of the meaty goodness.You could almost inhale the corporeal form of the tender salmon if you try hard enough,you think.Maybe then you would realise how stupid the bet was and you should have just tackled him for it. “It’s been 35 minutes now.”

“Stop talking to me.”You mumbled. “You’re being a distraction.”

“Is that a good thing or a bad thing?”

There it was again,the teasing lilt in his tone was about to drive you up the wall.You pursed up your mouth,choosing to violently highlight your textbook instead.

“If you give up I wouldn’t blame you.”

“Jisung,be quiet.” You chided,flipping the page a little too aggressively.It was times like this where it was just the two of you made you realise that the back and forth fronting was not worth it,but you were too much of a coward to act on a whim.The sudden overwhelming part of you that longed to be more than just his good friend burned,and you didn’t dare turn to face him lest the yearning got too much to curb.

“I’ll get you some water,stop drinking coffee.”He ignored your last statement,the sound of the chair legs scraping the tiles behind you told you that he had probably gone to the kitchen.

Sighing,you stood up and followed him out the bedroom. Jisung’s back faced you,one hand curled around a mug and the other around the kettle.The golden fingers of the sun bathed your apartment with the right amount of saturation,glowing off Jisung’s tanned skin.You let your eyes indulge in him,raking over his soft features from the curve of his nose and the divot of his lips,you swear you would give anything to keep the shine in his eyes last.

Jisung sent you a gentle smile,handing you the cup carefully.

Maybe in the same way,you saw his eyes adored you in ways you were sure you did to him,admiring your beauty in the bask of the yellow light.Maybe he was falling too deep to tap out,delirious and drunk with the throbbing want in his chest that he had tried so hard to suppress that he let his guard plummet.

And maybe he would’ve kissed you if his wrist didn’t go limp with the adrenaline coursing through him,anchoring back to reality when the ceramic shattered.

“Jisung.”You sounded weak,he wasn’t sure if you were angry or just too tired to deal with the non-stop chaos that tailed him whenever you both met up.He didn’t look up,opting to keep his head down as he searched for the broom.

“I’ll clean it up,I’m sorry.”

“Jisung,it’s fine--,”

“No,just--,”His tone was sharp.Frustrated. “Just let me do it.”

You watched as he swept up the bits and shards,leaning against the counter as he did so.

“Jisung.”You called out again. “Jisung.”You repeated,this time firmer.

He sighed in defeat,slumping against your form as he snaked his arm around your waist. “Don’t you think I’m just causing trouble for you?”

You disagreed,patting his back comfortingly. “Don’t say it like that.You’re never a bother.”

Jisung lifted his head,gaze trained on your face as he exhaled shakily.The room felt like it was closing in,the bursting need to hold him closer erupted in your chest but again,

You were a coward.

Jisung’s fingers were cold,tucking the stray locks of hair behind your ear as delicately as he could,in fear that he would break you if he wasn’t cautious enough.Blood pounded loudly in his ears,and he hoped it would get louder,just so he wouldn’t be able to hear your curses at him if you were to reject his moves right now.

Slowly,he closed in,squeezing his eyes shut when he felt all shreds of confidence leaving his body.He was afraid,afraid that after whatever he was about to do,your relationship will perish,burning into ashes of being strangers again.

But he figured,if he was already at this point,there was no reason for him to turn back.

So he pressed his mouth against yours,starting off strong and eager but it mellowed down,turning sweeter and more chaste by the minute.His lips told you words he would never have,studying yours with more enigma than readying for exams.You dreamt too many times of this,and it didn’t turn out the way you wanted--it was more than you ever expected.

You tasted the salmon on his tongue,shivering when his hands mapped out every curve and dip of your body.Hanging your arms on his broad shoulders,you dove more and more into him,familiar and cozy like fresh linens after a long day of hard work.It was just...right.

It wasn’t worth being a coward but at least you didn’t push him away like an idiot.

It took all self-restraint to pull away,Jisung steadied his giddy self by placing a wobbly hand on the marble countertop.The air escaped your lungs in bashful giggles,intertwining your trembling fingers with his as you inhaled the scent on his hoodie.

“You still want sushi?”Jisung choked out casually,opening the second box behind you.He forked out one,bumping your lips. “Say ah,”

Still slightly hazy and confused from the exchange of saliva,both your limbs and coordination haven’t recovered enough,causing Jisung to totally miss the target,and stabbing you on the bottom lip instead.You shrieked in pain,Jisung stumbled backwards and now there was sushi on the floor.

Everything was a roller coaster with him,but the kiss was definitely not a disaster.

Fuck the sushi.

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