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jenli-leleesss · 2 years

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♡ ─ the boys snapping at their shy/timid friend

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#8530D1 … stray kids masterlist

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you’d be too timid and shy to stand up for yourself, and yet again, unconsciously letting someone take advantage of your seeming inability to set boundaries and say ‘no’ and it would frustrate bangchan immensely - on your behalf

in either case it was just the pent up anger or emotions that he was feeling that caused him to snap at you

it was just for a brief moment, bangchan is so good at controlling himself and his emotions, but the eventual out come for him is for those emotions to overflow and you just happened to be his emotional punching bag at that moment and he unintentionally let his emotional dam break for a split second

but the moment he realizes what happened from the look of surprise and unshed tears brimming in your eyes

he’s overwhelmed with guilt

he’d rush apologies at you, it would be quick and he’d explain that he just needs to take a moment to himself but would make it clear it has nothing to do with you

once he’s had a day to himself he’d reach out to you again, offering to take you out for your favorite dessert and drink at a near by cafe

he would give you a lengthier apology that includes what happened and why exactly he snapped at you, repeating “I'm so incredibly sorry” at least six times throughout your meet up

the following days after you two had made up, he’d be more attentive towards you, softer with you, almost as if you’ve grown fragile

he prides himself in looking out for you, being your voice since you’re so timid, almost a protector for you and so the fact he snapped at you eats at him and he just wants to make sure you understand how much you mean to him despite potential fights you two may have, they’ll never diminish your friendship

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would happen when he’s low on energy or hasn’t slept well and so he’s in a mood

he also, when frustrated, pissed or in a mood, often goes for the first sentence that’ll hurt you to get you to leave him alone and give him the space and quiet he wants - almost like a defense mechanism

when he snaps, he would realize he’s in the wrong at that same moment, but apologies don’t come easy for him

so he’d make a quick exit to get away from you before he says something more to hurt you

guilt is definitely there and eating away at him, but again, his pride and emotions get in the way of a quick apology, which kills him even more

two days later, he’s tentatively checking in with you, it’s awkward, but you can tell this “apology” thing is unfamiliar territory for him and he’s doing it in his own quirky way

he’d first check in to make sure you’re okay, then would reference the day he snapped at you, rushing out an adorably awkward apology

while also explaining what triggered him to snap, making sure you know his mood originally had nothing to do with you, you had done nothing wrong but be in the wrong place at the wrong time

this would be an eye opening moment for him to realize that he needs to better communicate so that you can be more aware of his moods and when to give him space

the idea that he had hurt you and remembering the look in your teary eyes too upsetting and so he’ll make sure to prevent that from now on

he’ll be slightly softer towards you for a couple days, even limiting his teasing until he’s sure you’re less shaken up

.˙ · ⁺ c h a n g b i n:

this is really hard to imagine BUT for the sake of writing something for changbin, let’s pretend

he wouldn't ever let himself lose control and go to say something really hurtful to you

he just couldn’t ever let himself do that, no matter how angry he gets, he just couldn’t do that to you

his voice raises, and his eyes do get cold, which is scary

the fact his voice raises is scary for you, being someone on the quieter side and more reserved, raised voices are a lot to handle

however, changbin is really good at staying in the present and so he’d quickly realize what he’d done and would snap out of it

he’d quickly apologize, his eyes softening as he steps towards you lifting his arms for a hug to show he’s not a threat or scary

bear hug you as he repeats apologies in hushed tones, promising he’s not really mad at you and didn’t mean to scare you

would suggest going out to get warm tasty snacks and drinks for you to make it up to you and move on

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again, so hard to imagine a time in which hyunjin would snap at you, but nonetheless,

when he does, it would be more of a curt, cold, short insult - he’s so good at being rude and coldhearted when he wants to it’s scary

almost as if he no longer has interest in being your friend anymore, which really fucking hurts

it would take a little time, or one of the members pointing out how cold and mean to you he was before he realized what he’d done

but you’d already excused yourself and was making your way home

he’d try texting you the next day to apologize, too shy to say it face to face just yet incase you were now pissed at him

but once apologies were given and accepted he’d lighten up again and offer to go out to an art gallery, your favorite cafe or bookstore with him

things would mend pretty quickly with hyunjin as he doesn’t like to dwell on the negative and so quickly you two would be just as you were before he had snapped at you

however, he’d keep an eye on you for the following couple of days after he snapped just to be sure you were really doing okay and not just putting up a front for him

because your comfort and emotional, physical and mental well being are all priority for him

.˙ · ⁺ j i s u n g:

it would be a lot like bangchan in which the stress of his job builds up, but he doesn’t pay attention to that stress until it’s too late and its all built up and ready to overflow

he snaps at you from stress and exhaustion

however, unlike bangchan, jisung is too in his head and stressed to be able to apologize properly

he needs to take some time to cool off

once he’s been able to calm down and got some good rest, he reaches out to you to apologize

he’s so genuine and emotional when he does

because you’re like the sweetest person, and he adores you and the comfort you bring him and the fact he hurt you upsets him a lot

so he wants to talk it out, explain himself and make sure you understand how sorry he is, because words cannot express how much he regrets snapping at you

he’d try to mend things and would be really gentle and tentative towards you for the rest of the day

but quickly things would patch up and he’d be back to goofing around with you in typical jisung fashion

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it’s when he’s feeling pressured from fans, jyp or netizens and he’s not feeling good about himself

he doesn’t mean to, but when he’s already feeling pressured by others then you come and talk to him about your day, or something you saw on your way to visit him or talk to him about something that was bothering you, he just doesn’t have any more room to take that in, he feels overwhelmed and so he snaps

he doesn’t mean to and the guilt is instant

he knows what he did is unhealthy and not okay to do to you and the last thing he wants to do is make you feel the way he feels right now

and so he’d apologize and communicate with you that he just needs some time to himself, but he’d promise to call you soon so you two can talk about it

at the end of the week, after having some time for himself he’d call

it’d be a near two hour talk over the phone as he explains what was going on

he’d apologize again, and promise that he’d work on communicating with you when he’s not in a good headspace to you from now on

he’d then check in with you to make sure him snapping didn’t hurt you too much mentally

he’d do everything he can in his capacity to make it up to you if it did, but if not, and you were genuinely okay, he’d ask about your week and would want to hear all about it this time now that he feels he can take it all in this time

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another that would be hard to imagine snapping at you

you’re already timid and a great listener and so your communication with seungmin is already great,

but, lets pretend he snaps

when he snaps its cold and more like he’s disappointed

and that’s unnerving and doesn’t sit well with you

he’d move on quickly after snapping at you, chatting with the members as if he didn’t just hurt you

he’d kinda give the cold shoulder for the rest of the evening

the following day would be the same, radio silence from seungmin, no text no call

but he’d eventually reach out on the third day asking to talk

he’d ask to meet up and grab a drink and sit in a secluded park to talk

there he’d explain what was going on with him that day, that he didn’t mean it and that he gave the cold shoulder because the guilt he felt didn’t feel good and he originally didn’t know how to deal with that

but he’d give a genuine apology and ask if you’re okay

afterwards he’d try to make things go back to normal, and eventually they would, but the following couple of days he’d be a little shy around you, still feeling guilty about snapping at you

.˙ · ⁺ j e o n g i n:

he has his days when his patience is a little lacking

so it would be one of those days

he’d raise his voice slightly and dish out a harsh phrase or two

usually it would be after one of the members had already pushed his buttons and so then you just put something in the wrong spot or tease him at the wrong time and he snaps

though the following seconds he snaps he feels disappointment in himself and feels incredibly bad for snapping

he would try to move on and kinda pretend it didn’t happen in hopes that you’ll forgive his more silent apology

if you did, he’d still apologize, just because the guilt is still eating at him, but it would be some time later when you two are coming to the end of your hang out and you’re getting ready to go home

if you didn’t forgive him and still seem upset he’d apologize right then and there

he’d explain that he didn’t mean to and would explain what had set him off to make sure you know it wasn’t all you

he’d try to make it up by inviting you over more to play games or to get bubble tea through out the week

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blu-joons · 2 years

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“I’m Funnier Than Him!” ~ Han Jisung

As another laugh came from you as Jisung watched you across the room talking to one of your eldest friends, his eyes rolled. He couldn’t quite hear everything, but he could hear most things, not finding a single thing of what he had to say funny at all.

The little sniggers that continued to come from you grinded Jisung’s gears perfectly, shaking his head as he listened to you catch up. Even as you hung up the phone, you were still giggling, which didn’t impress Jisung at all.

It took you a few moments to catch your composure and stop yourself from laughing, finally placing your phone down as you did. You spun around in your chair to look across at Jisung sat across the room on the sofa, staring across at you as he waited for you to finally stop laughing about what had gone on.

“What’s that face for?”

“I’m funnier than him,” Jisung simply told you with a shake of his head, pointing to your phone that was in front of you to let you know exactly who he was talking about too. His voice was blank, annoyed a little by your friend on the phone.

His reaction brought yet another chuckle out of you, as you heard a bitterness that you had never heard in Jisung’s voice before. Your friend was someone who Jisung had never met, and now, he didn’t want to meet either.

As you stood up from your chair and made your way over to the sofa, his eyes turned away from you. You could tell how wound up he was having sat and listened to you chuckling away at him, especially at things which Jisung didn’t find funny at all.

“His jokes were terrible,” Jisung added.

As you dropped down on the sofa, you sat yourself as close as you could to Jisung. “Is someone feeling a little bit jealous that someone else was able to make me laugh by any chance?”

Jisung’s head shook straight away, if there was one thing that he wasn’t going to admit to, it was being jealous. He wouldn’t give your friend the satisfaction of making him jealous, even though you could tell that he definitely was.

Your hand reached across and started poking against Jisung, getting no reaction from him. It was obvious that he was in a strop, irritated that another guy had managed to make you laugh, even if that guy had only ever been a good friend to you.

“He might be funny, but I promise that he’s not as funny as you are Jisung.”

He nodded as you spoke, letting you know just how right you were with your statement. “He’s an idiot friend of yours, I mean he was trying so hard to be funny Y/N, it was just embarrassing watching from here.”

“He wasn’t trying to be funny; he was just himself.”

Jisung refused to believe you, having watched and listened to the way that he spoke he didn’t believe for a second that someone could make those jokes naturally.

“I’ve heard some pretty embarrassing jokes come from you before too,” you continued to joke with Jisung, trailing your poking finger up so that it jabbed against his puffed out cheek.

There was stubbornness in Jisung that you had never seen before, he was jealous, anyone could tell that. You loved how hard he worked to try and prove you wrong though, trying his best to seem unbothered by the guy, as if he wasn’t getting under Jisung’s skin at all.

“What do you see in him?” Jisung then asked you, “I mean it’s obvious that he wants to make you laugh, and for some reason succeeds, but what else makes him a good friend?”

“Why, are you worried I might run off and leave you for him?” You spoke, thinking that you were joking, only to see the small hint of a smile that was on Jisung’s face drop.

“You might,” he nervously replied, scratching his hand over the top of your head, “I mean if he can make you laugh like that, what else could he possibly do for you that I’m not able to?”

Your eyes went wide as Jisung spoke, stunned by what he said. It was far from what you expected, rare to hear him speak without a joke or a cheeky remark attached onto the end of it.

“I mean, the two of you have been friends for years after all.”

“Jisung, you sound crazy right now,” you told him, bringing your hand down to hold onto his in his lap. “Sure, he’s a good friend, but that’s all it is, just because someone else can make me laugh doesn’t mean that I fancy them, “it’s just one of those things.”

His eyes slowly turned to face you, annoyed that he’d let such a small thing get to himself too. You’d never seen Jisung like it before, your heart sinking as you were easily able to see the worry in his eyes as he looked across at you.

“I can absolutely sit here and tell you that you do more for me than any other person in the world,” you vowed, “and you definitely make me laugh more than anyone else in the world does, you’re the funniest person that I know.”

“I’m sorry,” he began, but your head shook, refusing to let him to apologise. He was human, and jealousy was something that everyone felt from time to time, even if you didn’t quite expect Jisung to feel jealous like he did.

You smiled across at him as he continued to glance across at you, “I promise that he is nowhere near as funny as you are too, you’re right, some of his jokes were rubbish.”

Jisung nodded in agreement with you straight away, wanting to make sure that you didn’t forget the person who made you smile the most, him. You never could, knowing that whenever you needed cheering up, Jisung was the person that you could rely on the most to make you smile.

He knew the way to get to your funny bones much better than anyone else did, that was something which you knew was never going to change too.

“Please don’t ever feel like you need to compare yourself to someone else just because they make me laugh,” you asked him, “because they won’t ever compare to you.”

Jisung nodded back at you as he began to settle, “I just saw red, there was something about him.”

“Maybe next time we catch up I can do it away from you so that you don’t have to sit through his dodgy jokes,” you teased, squeezing against Jisung’s hand, “you’ll be relieved to know that he’s not my funniest friend, not even in the top five.”

“If he was your funniest friend, I’d worry about you,” Jisung smiled, “I can’t even call him funny.”

“I know,” you laughed, “but in your head there’s no one funnier than you, you make yourself laugh before you make anyone else laugh with your jokes.”

You’d lost count of the number of times Jisung started laughing before sharing his punchline, but if anything that made you laugh more as you watched him lose it before figuring out what was going on with him.

“I’m just funny, the funniest person that you know too.”

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emeraldelysian · 2 years

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Han Jisung ✧ Fly With Me

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Pairing: Han Jisung x Reader

Genre: Slight Angst, Fluff

Synopsis: Han Jisung always had bad luck when it came to airplane seats, somehow managing to sit next to the worst passengers. This time, though, he’s surprised when the person he sits next to happens to be you.

Wordcount: 2.2k+

Warnings: Reader has a fear of heights and a fear of flying

Note: This was such a random idea I had in the middle of making tea, so I hope you all enjoy it!! ✧

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An airplane. A miracle of technology that flies through the sky as swiftly as a bird, engines roaring as it becomes the sky-born cradle rocked by the winds far above. A machine that is able to transport the lives of many into worlds so different from their own, and yet so similar, as they watch the shrinking roads and houses begin to look like nothing more than colorful blobs next to one another. A contraption that Jisung had grown to hate.

It wasn’t the airplane itself, no. The ability to travel around the world, touring and meeting fans, was something that Jisung would be forever thankful for. It wasn’t the flight attendants either, who were always so kind in providing services and ensuring everyone was safe and satisfied.

Instead, it had been the passengers that had ruined airplanes for Jisung. Not just any passengers, however; just the ones that were assigned the seat next to his. He didn’t know whether it was just pure bad luck or karma that had led him down a path of snorers and complainers. All he knows is that flights really tested the limits of patience.

As Jisung settled down in his seat beside the aisle, he was at least thankful that he was in a row with only two passenger seats. That would be one less person he’d be jinxed with, at least.

‘Okay, carry on is in the overhead compartment. I have my laptop stowed away under my seat for later. Time to relax and enjoy the flight,’

He watched as people kept boarding the plane, stressed and impatient as they all struggled to put their bags in the proper places and quiet down screaming children. Realizing that it was probably going to be a full flight, Jisung quietly hoped that he’d get a better seatmate than he did last time.

Ah yes, last time. The time when the guy next to him fell asleep halfway through the flight and kept resting his head on Jisung’s shoulder. Nothing quite says, ‘yeah mom, I’ve had a wonderful flight’ like someone snoring on him for two and a half hours while trying to keep drool from landing on his shirt.

‘I swear, if I get another shoulder sleeper, I’m gonna-’

“Sorry, is the seat next to you 36B?” Jisung’s thoughts were interrupted as he turned to look at you.

You definitely didn’t seem like a threat.

“Huh? Oh, yeah, that’s actually the seat next to me. The one by the window. Do you need some help getting your bag in the overhead?”

“Oh, I’m not sure. I don’t want to cause you any trouble-”

“No, no it’s no trouble at all, I really don’t mind. Let me take care of that for you and you just make yourself comfortable.”

He didn’t know what had gotten into him. Maybe the excitement that you didn’t seem all that bad? Or maybe it was just him convincing himself that if he had more control of this situation, nothing could go wrong. He placed your suitcase into the compartment and sat back down.

‘They seem really nice. And they’re actually reading the airline safety? I don’t see that too often. I wonder if they like Americanos. Oh c’mon Jisung, people don’t go on flights to make friends with their seatmates. Remember the lady who wanted to talk for the entire 5 hours of a flight? Couldn’t get any sleep during that flight.’

By then, the passengers had boarded and the cabin crew had begun to explain what to do in case of emergencies. The pilot then came on and gave a small speech about the flight and what to expect. But Jisung barely paid attention to any of it, because he kept thinking about you.

The plane prepared for take-off, speeding up down the runway before it flew into the air, the hum of the engines indicating the smooth beginning of their travels. He watched as you pulled out a book from your bag, one that he didn’t recognize.

‘See, they’re already pulling out a book. That is literally the universal sign of ‘oh please don’t talk to me.’ But maybe that’s a good thing? At least they may be an easy seatmate.’

Jisung glanced past you into the window, where he saw the blanket of fluffy white clouds. He could almost imagine himself diving into them. But a sudden jolt of the plane snapped him from his thoughts. He had gotten used to small amounts of turbulence on planes, and looking around, it seemed that everyone else was too.

That is, until he realized the hand grabbing onto his.

He turned to look over at you and his heart dropped. Your eyes were closed shut, and you were slightly shaking. You probably didn’t even realize you were grabbing onto him while you were paralyzed in fear.

“Hey, are you okay?”

You opened your eyes slowly and turned towards him, realizing the position you were in and how you were now holding his hand in a death grip.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry I didn’t realize I was holding onto you, I-I don’t know. I’m sorry-”

Jisung shook his head, “Hey whoa, it’s okay, it’s okay. It’s fine, I think that last bit of turbulence must have scared you but I think we’re out of it now.”

“Oh, okay,” you nodded, unsure and still a bit shaken from the event that had just taken place.

“Is there any way I could help you calm down, maybe?” He didn’t want to pressure you, of course, but with how frightened you had looked, he didn’t want to leave you hyperventilating on your own.

“U-um, I’m not sure, I-I’ve never flown before so I guess I’m just a bit of a nervous wreck right now. I’m sorry this is so embarrassing”

“Oh, it’s your first time? Don’t worry, it’s not embarrassing at all. The first time I flew, I was a nervous wreck too. But I slowly realized that the in-flight food isn’t all too bad, and there are some things to watch on the plane. There’s also usually a lot of sleeping involved for me because I love sleep.” That inspired a small laugh out of you, which in turn made Jisung smile, content that he was slowly making you feel more comfortable again.

He realized he spoke too soon when the seat belt sign lit up and the pilot began to speak,

“Ladies and gentlemen, we’re experiencing some minor turbulence. Please return to your seats and fasten your seatbelts. We are already performing the necessary procedures to provide you with a pleasant and comfortable flight. We promise to get you to your destination safely. Thank you.”

You looked down into your lap, trying to control your breathing and calm yourself down. You’ve always been afraid of heights, and flying wasn’t much different. Every moment, the plane could just start falling out of the air, and despite the fact that you know the pilots and crew have been trained for this, it still made you a bit wary. That’s why as the plane wobbled a second time, you couldn’t help but find yourself grabbing onto Jisung’s hand once more.

Jisung didn’t mind, though. With a fear of heights, he had been wary of flights in the beginning as well, only forcibly getting used to them because he had to travel so much.

“Do you want to try breathing in with me? It might feel a little easier if you had someone doing it with you.” He watched you ponder the question for a moment before giving a small nod in affirmation.

“Okay, so we’re going to breathe in for four seconds, hold it for eight seconds and breathe out for seven. If at any point, it’s feeling difficult, let me know. So breathe in,” he watched as you breathe in, a bit shaky still but deep as you tried to pay attention to the words he said.

“Now hold it,” He held his breath in with you, still holding onto your hand as he watched the panic slowly fade away.

“And now out for seven,” It was as if the rest of the world began to fade away for you, as the only things you chose to focus on were your breath and the stranger next to you. As you both repeated the breathing exercise a few more times, you couldn’t help but wonder about him and who he was, where he had been, where he was going, and what he liked. The man next to you was as much of a mystery for you as you were for him.

“Do you feel a bit better?” Jisung asked after it seemed like you had calmed down significantly from the state you were in previously.

You nod, “I think so. Thank you for helping me, you didn’t have to.”

Jisung shook his head and gave a smile of assurance, “I didn’t have to, but I wanted to. I mean we’ve held hands twice in this flight so I think it’s safe to say we’re closer than normal strangers would be now.”

You could help but shake your head at your own behavior, “I don’t think I’ve held anyone’s hand two times in 5 minutes before, so you’re already further than everyone I know.”

You both kept talking for hours, keeping each other distracted through the duration of your flight. He learned how you had a fear of heights. He learned that you definitely preferred staying up at night rather than doing it during the day. He learned that you definitely preferred winter over summer but were glad that your first flight was in the summer because you had no idea how the snow would impact the flight. It wasn’t until the announcement for arrival had been made that Jisung realized how much time had passed and how dark it had become outside.

“I know you’re afraid of heights but I think you may want to look outside. It’s a really breathtaking view of the buildings lit up in the dark.” In the few hours you’d spoken to Jisung, you had grown to like him. He was really comforting for you and you couldn’t help but smile and laugh at his wittiness at times. So when he told you about the view out of the window, you turned towards it despite your fears, gasping softly at the world below you.

“Wow, they look like little fallen stars down there, don’t they? You’re right, it’s beautiful.”

“Yeah, beautiful,” Jisung whispered to himself as his gaze had turned from the window to you. He’d grown fond of you over the past few hours. And as you turned back around to look at him, he realized he didn’t really want to let you go just yet.

“Hey, I was wondering, if you have some free time while you’re here, I’d love to take you on a little tour of the city. I-I mean the city is huge and there’s not enough time to see it all and since we’re both scared of heights, we should probably skip some of the really tall buildings but we could go to some of the other sites like there’s this great park that you would be great to take a dog too if your relatives have a dog, and I know this great place to get some pizza that is out of this world if you’d want to go with me some time and-”

“I would love to go with you somewhere!” You claimed, a little more enthusiastically than you’d hope to let off. You opened your phone and pulled up contacts. It was at that moment you realized that in the hours you had been talking, you’d never introduced yourself to each other. It seemed like at that moment, Jisung had realized the same thing.

“My name is Han Jisung, And who have I had the pleasure of sitting next to for hours on this flight without knowing the identity of?”

“My name is (Y/N) (L/N), seatmate.” You both exchanged phone numbers right before the plane lands. As people begin to get off, Jisung helps get your bag down for you before getting his own and walking out with you.

“So who is going to be picking you up?” Jisung inquired, hoping to spend some more time with you.

“Oh, my relatives are coming to pick me up.” At that moment, you’d heard your name being called by someone near the door, a fortunate and yet unfortunate reminder that you’d have to part ways.

“I guess you have to go now so,” Jisung gently grabbed onto your hand and looked at you, “Thank you for making this one of the best- no, the best flight I’ve ever had. I really enjoyed it. And I hope you have a safe rest of your trip.”

You fawn over how cute he was being, realizing that despite how you guys first began talking, the roles were really in the reverse now. Before you knew it, you found yourself kissing him on the cheek.

“Thank you for comforting me through all of it. Don’t forget to text me okay? We have to make plans. And promise me you’ll stay safe getting home?” All Jisung could do was give a nod from the dreamy state he was in after the kiss. You hear another shout from the door, before letting go of Jisung’s hand.

“Bye, seatmate,” you whisper to him before leaving him to join your family. It took a bit for him to realize he had to go too, taking his luggage and leaving towards the exit.

Maybe airplanes aren’t so bad after all.

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haechanhues · 1 year

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J U S T S A Y I T

you have two boyfriends. one’s fake and the other a secret. one is avoiding love whilst the other is slowly opening himself to it. a story in which one’s cowardice, another’s insecurities and your own volition leads you here, overwhelmed and exhausted, in the middle of two best friends.

chapter twelve : can’t make that kind of shit up!

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skzstayhere · 10 months

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As an avid fanfiction reader, can I say that the unprotected smut warning where the female is implied to be on birth control or (the pill) is worse than staright out unprotected intercourse?

Do yall even know how terrible birth control pills can be and how much the body has to go through to accomodate to them?

#skz fanfiction #fanfiction #tw #triggering content #trigger #trigger warning #scenarios #chan scenario #changbin scenario #leeknow scenario #hyunjin scenario #han scenario #felix scenario #seungmin scenario #i.n scenario #stray kids #skz smut #straykids fanfiction #feminism

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forlix · 4 months

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· . ˚ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞

— the little mannerisms you pick up from the members of stray kids over the course of your relationship.

words・3.7k / pairings・ot8 x gn!reader / genres・fluff, humor, borderline crack, intentional lowercase, established relationship(s) / warnings・minsung’s are suggestive, touch of anxiety in felix's, jeongin's is lowkey gross LMFAO

a/n・massive shoutout to @/http.dwaekkii on tiktok for their edits about the boys' habits, which i consulted for chan, changbin, seungmin, and jeongin (and to @astraystayyh for beta reading hehe. what would i do without u). these were sooooo fun to write, hope u guys enjoy (｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )

chan + getting shy easily. poor thing gets embarrassed so quickly as it is. throw you into the mix and it’s just critical hit after critical hit. defense lowered. no health potions left. he folds like a lawn chair with a massive smile and a whiny “stooooop” every time you say something even remotely affectionate. the habit is adorable, and you love it to pieces.

but you like poking fun at it even more. “god forbid i find my literal underwear model of a boyfriend attractive,” you’d say, or something along those lines, which of course only triples his embarrassment and on more than one occasion results in him starfishing on your kitchen floor, his hood pulled over his face.

fast forward however many months. he’s still the worst compliment-receiver you know, but you discover one arbitrary afternoon that it’s rubbed off on you.

the two of you are cuddled together on the living room couch in your usual fashion, your legs thrown over his thighs and his hands tracing absently over your shins as you relay to him something you overheard on the subway. the conversation is painfully normal. you’re almost bored. you pause to take a breath, and he murmurs, out of nowhere, in the dreamiest tone: “so damn beautiful.”

“wha—huh? what is?”

“you. your voice, your face, everything. i‘m lucky.”

your expression of bewilderment persists for around ten seconds, and then slowly, so slowly, you begin to sandwich your head between your knees, balling yourself up like a spooked armadillo. chan wonders if he should call an ambulance.

“love?” no response. “what, uh, what’s happening right now, exactly?”

no response. no response. then, hoarsely, “you can’t...say shit like that…randomly.”

he notices two things after that. one, your skin is burning hot enough to fry something upon, and two, you’ve formed a fist in the fabric of his hoodie, which you only do when you’re pretending to be annoyed at him. the puzzle pieces fall into place, and he starts grinning like a madman.

“you’re…embarrassed?”

the guttural groan you emit is more than enough of an answer, and the cute aggression that overcomes chan is fucking debilitating. he wraps his arms around you and hauls you entirely off the couch and onto his lap, littering kisses over your face until it finally resigns into a matching smile. all intent to continue feigning grumpiness erased with the drop of a hat. you drape an arm over his neck.

“you’re so good to me, channie,” you sigh helplessly. “i love you.”

“love you more, baby.” he imprints these words directly upon your lips, then pulls away, giggles. “that was very me of you, by the way.”

“i know, right? i was just about to say.”

minho + butt touching. it’s quite simple, really. if lee minho is within proximity of someone’s buttocks, he will, as he lives and breathes, make it known. will it be a coy little swat or a yelp-eliciting, full-bodied grab? nobody ever knows, not even him. the unpredictability is what makes it exciting.

but it takes a while before this starts applying to you, because the way minho touches you is…different. doting. there’s no other way to describe how he always holds the nape of your neck while kissing you, how he rests a hand against the small of your back whenever he leads you somewhere, how during the nights you can’t sleep he guides you to the place on his chest where he knows his heartbeat is loudest. he even drags you into his trademark headlocks the same way one would hold an invaluable treasure. he’s so obsessed with all of you that he never thinks to pay just your butt special attention (though it is, indeed, a special butt).

you take it into your own hands. literally.

you don’t know what prompts it—maybe you’ve simply seen minho slap his members’ asses one too many times, or maybe you’re still thinking of the specific time minho slapped changbin’s ass in passing and it fucking echoed, or maybe minho just looks especially fine in this practice outfit, a skintight tee and washed sweatpants that hug him in all the right places—but you feel a new urge today as your boyfriend swings his duffel over his shoulder, circles around the kitchen counter.

he puckers up as he nears you, silently requesting his goodbye; you give it to him, relishing for a moment in the familiar, soft plush of his lips beneath yours. then he pulls away and turns to leave, and your hand acquires its target.

“go get ‘em, tiger.” thwack!

minho jumps a foot into the air. clutches his pearls and his left butt cheek. becomes the splitting image of that perplexed blonde lady surrounded by geometry.

but when he turns around to stare at you, the smirk melting across his face betrays how he really feels about what you’ve just done. good. really good.

you, meanwhile, look genuinely confused. “it’s like it moved on its own.”

minho beams. steps towards you daintily, intentionally, like a cat catching sight of a laser beam. brings a hand to your hip, murmurs, “that’s what we’re doing now?” kisses you again, for longer this time.

you fully foresee his fingers wandering to your ass to give it a gentle squeeze, but you reach up to cuff his shoulder when it happens anyways, and his laugh vibrates against your mouth. it seems you’ll be reaping what you’ve sown from now on.

(good luck.)

changbin + the Cackle™. yes, you said something exceptionally funny. yes, you expected changbin to find it funny too. but you couldn’t expect the godforsaken noise that left his mouth as he threw himself straight into the tree planter behind you.

your mind spun with frantic questions as you helped him out of the dirt. had the spirit of spongebob just usurped his vocal cords? were you on a date with the wicked witch of the west? most importantly—

“are you well?” you sputtered, which only made him laugh harder and his laugh so much crazier, so you started laughing, too. and you were goners, falling over each other until you’d been reduced to watery eyes and sore cheeks, your giggling interrupted only by the sound of you slapping his thigh every so often, heartily enough to reverberate around the little park in which you concluded your second date.

that’s how you fall for seo changbin: laughing. with a reckless, breathless abandon you didn’t think possible. stumbling across empty sidewalks, spitting noodles across dining tables, begging for mercy on studio couches. wrestling under tear-stained comforters, starting (and re-starting) silly stories, huffing into beaming kisses. the list goes on.

you never quite get used to that chortle of his, too busy enjoying its insanity to notice how your own chuckles grow shorter and shriller, how they gradually develop an edge like the chittering of a forest dweller.

you complete your transformation on your ninety-eighth date.

no, changbin doesn’t say anything exceptionally funny. no, he doesn’t expect you to find it funny, either. he expects least of all for you to fold over the kitchen island and start cackling like cruella de vil on helium.

han turns around from his seat on the couch. chan’s footsteps come to a halt as he emerges from the bathroom. both of them have fear in their eyes as they witness your undoing.

the only thing on changbin’s face, though, is unfettered delight.

“b-baby,” he sputters with a growing smile. “are you—”

you lift your face off the marble surface and turn to face him. the entirety of your forehead and the point of your nose is covered in flour. you blow a cloud of the stuff out of your mouth like a dragon awoken from slumber.

he loses it.

the two of you make your way onto the floor in slow motion, ending in a tangled heap against the side of the counter. changbin tries to clean off the flour and smears it all over your cheeks instead. you are zero help whatsoever, smacking his bicep like that’ll help you catch your breath. your synchronized, diabolical laughter reaches every corner of the apartment. your happiness reaches every nerve ending.

chan and han look at each other, sigh. han takes a video.

hyunjin + side-eyeing. this man is so god awful at controlling his face, bless him…and DAMN HIM.

on one hand, you love how in tune with his emotions he is, how confidently he puts them on display. and you love your synergy. you come closer to believing in soulmates every time you glance his way and discover your exact feelings written all over his features; it’s a special type of happiness, sharing a brain with your favorite person in the world.

on the other hand, you think there’s a time and place for candor, and he tends, well, not to think at all. during many a precarious situation, you’ll catch him wearing an expression so transparent that he might as well arrange the words THIS IS STUPID AND I HATE ALL OF YOU over his head in neon lights. cue a dig of your heel into his toe, a hiss of pain cut short by your piercing glare. if you’d known ahead of time that dating hwang hyunjin would have you doing so much damage control…you’d still date him, let’s be real. but you do get stressed at times.

the night the tables turn, you’re at a celebratory dinner for your coworker’s birthday. small caveat: you can’t stand her. she’s the type to spontaneously combust if she goes two minutes without talking about herself. certainly doesn’t help that she’s downing champagne like water, and her lips are looser than ever.

hyunjin comes with you, fortunately. or not. he spends the whole evening trying so hard not to laugh: snorting into his bread, excusing himself to “cough.” you think he actually starts doing breathing exercises at some point. you’re so, so grateful that he’s here, but you’re also deathly afraid that he’s gonna bring out those neon lights in front of your entire office.

then, she flirts with him.

from the opposite end of the table. perfectly wasted but still knowing perfectly well that he’s yours. the whole patio goes silent. hyunjin’s jaw hits the table.

your fork clatters to your plate.

FUCK time and place.

the side-eye you give her is devastating. truly masterful. your brow furrows. your eyes turn to slits. your gaze does the up-down-up of unadulterated incredulity. hyunjin recognizes the motions straightaway and starts smiling so hard his whole face hurts.

you take your boyfriend’s wrist and stand up. he follows suit. you don’t say a thing as you leave the restaurant, and you don’t have to. the intensity of your disdain was more than enough; anything more and she might’ve started crying.

once you’re on the curb outside, hyunjin pulls on your interlocked hands, brings you close. his lips brush against the shell of your ear. you hear laughter and his smirk in his voice.

“you’re so fucking sexy, holy shit.”

jisung + how he applies lip balm. that han jisung is the pioneer of modern day babygirlism is the worst kept secret in the world. that han jisung applies lip balm the riveting way he does, however, is unknown even to you. until one morning.

you pop into the bathroom and make your usual beeline for your toothbrush, only to end up motionless in front of the sink, staring. jisung is a bit off to the side, hair pinned back by a cinnamoroll headband, eyes glued to his phone, hand holding a tube of chapstick that you can actually see getting shorter in real time. he looks so pensive, so concentrated. how long has it been since he last blinked? you’ve half a mind to pull out a stopwatch.

finally, he rubs his lips together, recaps the chapstick, and makes eye contact with you in the mirror. a smile crosses his face, equal parts confused and amused.

“baby, your mouth is open.”

you close it. then you open it again, and your words come out in a barely-contained laugh: “what on earth did you just do?”

“what do you mean?”

“the—” you point at his mouth, then do your best impression of an elementary schooler trying to color inside the lines. “—that.”

jisung looks aghast. “that was LIP BALM.”

“no, i know what it—you’re so—i meant, why do you apply it like that?”

jisung continues to look aghast. “like what?”

“like you’re one of socrates’ prized pupils and the answer to the universe’s formation lies at the bottom of—” you step in close, reach into the pocket of his sweatpants. “—this tube!”

it might be the craziest thing you’ve ever said to him. he bursts into laughter, the kind that leaves him no recollection of what he does with his limbs, and when he can see straight again he discovers he’s pressed you gently against the counter. his fingers latched around the hem of your top, his grin inches away from yours. can’t stay away from you to save his life, this one.

“do i actually?”

“yes! holy shit, it’s so cute.” your arms circle around his neck, also without an ounce of thought, also through a fit of giggles. “no way you’ve always done that, right?”

“i don’t know. i’ve never thought about it.” a pause. a tilt of his head, with purpose. “am i…doing it wrong?”

the question is a trap and you realize it too late. your gaze drops from his eyes to his lips—a ray of sunlight glistens off the pink plush like a paid actor—then back to his eyes. let’s find out.

you lean in. so does he. and his mouth tastes and feels like melted fucking sugar. it’s such a pleasant surprise that you actually moan, and he chuckles against you. lifts you onto the edge of the sink. your mind really goes empty after that, save for one thought. i have to start doing that.

felix + checking his own pulse. you saw it from afar, the first time.

he stood by the stage’s entrance just before curtain up, pointer and middle finger pressed against the side of his neck. eyelids sealed closed, chest heaving. you tilted your head, puzzled. worried. then the concert began, and you pushed the image to the back of your mind.

it returned to the forefront right before bed.

“you do it when you’re nervous?”

“yeah. forces me to ground myself. turns off the world for a bit.” the hand rubbing circles into your back paused. “wanna give it a go?”

“what, checking my pulse?”

“mine.”

you lifted your head off the pillow. felix took your hand from where it sat upon his ribs, isolating two fingers and nestling them over his jugular. his quickened heartbeat pressed into your skin like the world’s gentlest tattoo.

the sixty seconds began and concluded in total silence.

“well?” he whispered.

“ninety-three,” you answered, lightheaded from the sheer intimacy of it all. “you’re nervous right now?”

“something like that,” he hummed. pulled you down, kissed you deeply. there were no more words exchanged that night.

the habit surfaced more than you knew. while driving to visit your parents. after a stupid argument with a bouquet of flowers tucked beneath his free arm. you started doing it for him in the times he couldn’t, and he’d cover your hand with his own and kiss the top of your head silently, gratefully.

two years have passed since, and you’ve vanished from the dinner table.

felix asks the nearest waiter for directions to the restrooms. you don’t notice when the door swings open, unmoving in your spot over the sink, your pointer and middle finger pressed against the side of your neck.

his hand finds your hip. you let him turn you around and bring you to his chest; he glances at the crystalline droplets studding your lashes and falling from your cheeks. his eyes convey what his mouth doesn’t need to, not anymore.

let me.

you do.

his fingers replace yours the moment you drop them from under your jaw, the movement like clockwork. he counts your every heartbeat with unblinking concentration, his heart growing heavier the higher the number climbs.

the sixty seconds begin and conclude in total silence.

“well?” you whisper.

“hundred and six,” he answers. to his confusion, a smile pulls at your lips.

he wonders if it’s a trick of the bathroom lights when he sees the tiny box you pluck from your pocket, but there’s no mistaking the reality of the diamond ring that sits behind its open lid.

the earth slants under his feet.

“crazy.” you giggle through your tears, run your thumb over his cheekbone. “that’s how many years i want with you.”

seungmin + poking eyes(?) he’s hardly touched puppym when your voice is slicing through the living room air like a fucking beyblade.

“KIM SEUNGMIN, UNHAND HIM THIS INSTANT.”

do you have a sixth sense just for this? he throws his hands up in exasperation. “he’s literally me. i’m allowed to do whatever i want with me.”

“he’s not you, he’s our son.” you pop out of nowhere to swipe the plushie from over your boyfriend’s shoulder. “my son, if you keep this up.”

“just say you hate me and my preferred avenues of self expression.”

upside-down, he watches you dust off puppym’s face and smooch his forehead with a tenderness that makes seungmin unhappier than he lets on. you then tuck him into your jacket pocket. the little shit’s expression looks strangely smug poking out of its cotton capsule.

“i’m asking you to not gauge his eyes out, not to deliver me the holy grail,” you say. “you’ll survive.”

but then he feels your hands on either side of his face, and you lean over him like the mj to his peter, leave a kiss on the space between his eyes, too. he has zero say in the bashful smile this brings to his face.

“but why do you do that, seriously?” you mutter.

“i have no idea,” he replies. “but it’s fun. try it.”

“i’ll think about it.” you lean in again, and he nearly forgets what you were talking about in the first place when you kiss him on the lips this time. “okay, i’ve thought about it. no.”

“hate you,” he says despite the literal hearts in his eyes, and then you’re off to work.

puppym takes strikingly after his father. they have the same bangs. the same compulsively squeezable quality. the same little :3 that can only allude to sinister plottings. you’d be loath to admit that you sort of comprehend seungmin’s poking predisposition.

one night, seungmin falls asleep before you even finish your nighttime routine, and you spot in his peaceful, upturned face an opportunity.

you lie belly-down on your side of the bed. your fingers splay into a peace-sign in the air. your smile stretches further into a cheshire grin the closer you bring your hand. you’re just about to reach the ends of his eyelashes when—

“I KNEW IT!”

you almost catapult into the ceiling. then you try to make a mad dash for the bathroom. but seungmin shoots a hand around your wrist like he’s actually peter parker and pins you down before you so much as take a step. your only remaining option is to sulk about your foiled plans. (and blush, because, well, you’re under him.)

“amateur,” he tsks. “you gotta test my breathing to make sure i’m asleep first. shit’s foolproof.”

you blink at him for a few seconds. his words finally click.

now you almost catapult him into the ceiling.

“HOW MANY TIMES?”

jeongin + eating food in one bite. so you might be an instigator.

“hwuck,” he grumbles around the whole ice cream cone in his mouth, face scrunched up in a brain-freeze-induced wince. “ayee ith waz a bah iyeah.” (translation: fuck, maybe this was a bad idea.)

“you got this. just take it slow,” you urge, except he’s stopped moving and speaking and closed his eyes as if he’s descending into a deep sleep. you’re actually concerned for about two seconds, and then his jaw begins to oscillate leisurely like an elderly cow in his favorite pasture. false alarm.

after some time, he swallows, beams. “so am i the fucking best or what.”

“yeah you are,” you echo, and he swings an arm over your shoulder, plants a chocolatey kiss on your temple. the two of you celebrate his daesangs with less enthusiasm.

“when are you doing that with me, by the way?”

“the one-bite thing?” he nods. “mmm, coaches don’t play.”

“mmm, this one will.”

“doubtful.”

fast forward a few weeks and you, jeongin, and his younger brother are sitting cross-legged on the porch in his backyard. three full-sized oranges rest in the center of your makeshift circle. damn is yoon hard to say no to. (runs in the family.)

“the rules!” he declares. “eat the orange whole! first to swallow it wins! you can’t spit it out!”

you wait. “is that it?”

“yes!”

why was the delivery so grand?

jeongin places a fond hand atop his brother’s head. “i’ve brought you a new loser, yoonie. get excited.”

you feign an indifferent scoff, but jeongin spots the fire that ignites behind your eyes like that of an anime protagonist, the resolute grip with which you palm your orange. he smirks. he’s never known you to take trash talk sitting down. or sitting cross-legged on his porch.

yoon counts you off. “ready…”

“good luck, coach,” jeongin sings.

“shut up, pipsqueak.”

“set…GO!”

in amusing unison, you and yoon try and fail to fasten your teeth around even half of the fruit. jeongin, meanwhile, fits the whole thing into his black hole of an oral cavity and launches into that dumb cow impression again.

desperate times call for desperate measures.

you rip the orange from your lips. “yoon! your brother’s ticklish, right?”

both yang siblings’ eyes widen—the younger’s in growing delight, the older’s in impending horror.

the latter reacts first. “ay, ay, ay, ah ahes eh ooles!” (translation: wait, wait, wait, that’s against the rules!)

but the former moves first, and you’re right behind him.

jeongin weakens when the younger boy assaults his sides, crumples when you target the back of his neck, the sounds leaving his mouth getting progressively louder and somehow even less intelligible.

he eventually has to spit out the orange to avoid death by pulp going down the wrong pipe and spins around in indignation, wiping at his chin with the back of his hand. but his annoyance—

you’re back on the floor, gnawing hopelessly at the the orange again. “ih ih eawahin, ooh.” (translation: this is embarrassing, yoon.)

yoon replies, “huh?” (translation: huh?)

—dissipates, immediately.

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mint-yooxgi · 2 years

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Kinktober Day 11.5 - Han Jisung + Masturbation & Exhibition

@whatudowhennooneseesyou Said: Sub!Han+ masturbation+ exhibitionism

A/n: Coming right up ehehehe~

Word Count: 683

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Jisung doesn’t know why, but when you told him you wanted to watch, to see exactly what he does to himself when he gets off to the thought of you, his stomach had twisted and his cock had twitched in his pants. The feeling of having your eyes on him, drinking in every movement he makes, every reaction he gives for you and only you, has his head spinning; he’s addicted.

Now, he sits in front of you completely naked, reclining onto the sheets with a hand wrapped around his hard cock. Carefully, he squeezes the base before giving himself a few languid strokes, head leaning back as a moan slips past his lips.

“Tell me, baby boy,” you watch him with dark eyes, and Jisung can feel a shiver run down his spine as your words sink into every fibre of his core, “what are you thinking about?”

Jisung takes only a moment to reply, his breath getting caught in his throat before whimpering out a small, “you.”

“Me?” You hum, the corner of your lips tugging upwards. “What about me?”

“I’m thinking about-“ he hisses through his teeth as he teases the head of his cock with his thumb, “about your hands on me. That you’re the one doing this instead of me.” His free hand moves down to fondle his balls, the palm of the other sliding deliciously along his shaft as he twists his wrist in time with his movements. “Your mouth. The feeling of your lips wrapped around me, your tongue- fuck- your tongue-“

Jisung can hardly finish the thought, another moan escaping him as his eyes flutter shut.

“My tongue stroking along you so delicately? Teasing your head just like your thumb is doing now?” You continue, your ruby red lips stretched knowingly across your teeth.

Fuck, that colour will be the death of him. You knew exactly what you were doing when you decided to wear that shade of lipstick he loves so much tonight. Jisung groans. He wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Please,” he begs, his thighs tensing as he feels his release building within him.

“Please, what, Darling?” You quirk a brow, leaning back once more in your seat as you watch him with such a heated gaze that Jisung is sure he’s about to combust beneath it.

“Please, please, please,” he’s babbling at this point, he knows it, but he simply doesn’t care. Having you here, eyes on him and drinking in every movement he makes, sets his entire body aflame. He didn’t know he could ever be this turned on, this desperate for you, in his entire life. “Let me come, please. I’ve been a good boy. I’m your good boy. Please, please, please.”

You hum in contemplation, teasingly drawing out your answer as he attempts to hold his release back while he waits for your permission. He’s a good boy, he won’t come unless you let him. He’s your good boy.

Tears of frustration begin to line his eyes as a choked sob escapes his lips. The pressure is almost becoming too much under your stare, the pleasure continuing to build the longer you remain silent. Yet, Jisung revels in the attention. He’ll do anything for you, as long as you keep looking at him like this.

“Come for me, baby,”

Your words are all he needs to hear in order to feel his release hitting him like a tidal wave, tears leaking out of his eyes and echoing the trails of white that soon drip down his stomach with each spurt of his release.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” he sobs, entire body trembling as his hand strokes over his sensitive cock, his chest rising and falling with each erratic breath he takes.

“That felt nice, didn’t it, baby?” you coo, watching as he nods his head enthusiastically while still muttering his thanks to you every chance he gets. “Such a good boy.”

Jisung hums, finally calming down enough to catch his own breath, eyes hooding over as he meets your own intense gaze, “I’m your good boy.”

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etherealinowrites · 2 years

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till the end of time | han jisung

♡︎pairing- female reader x han jisung x hwang hyunjin

♡︎summary- you and jisung were never meant to find happiness.

♡︎genre- angst, extreme angst, broken soulmates au! fantasy au! time is considered a living actual being here¡¡

♡︎warnings- profanities, mentions of death, tears, pain, longing, regret, lots of angst, MAJOR CHARACTER DEATHS!!

♡︎word count-10K

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one

it’s devastatingly slow as it struts along with you, carrying with it, the weight of your sins and memories. it creeps up to you, as quick as a viper readying itself to pounce and leaves its haunting reminder on you. time was undoubtedly a two-faced foe everyone had to face.

time destroyed everything.

it was tainted with the cruel touch of midas, ruining everything that seemed to be its passion as it tore apart whatever it came across.

time had its strange set of powers. it's passing made you reminisce and cry out in regret or nostalgia, and its anticipation enticed anxiety in you. a win-win situation for both sides of time, humans were inevitably stuck with the shorter end of the bargain.

time ruled the world. time was the supernatural being that every single human bowed down to, no matter how many figures lay in their bank account, no matter how high up they were in the government, no matter how famous they were. time eventually brought them down to answer it's requests.

time is an essence that rules almost every world, but this world, had time in another form as it ruled them to no end.

a timer on all their arms.

a timer on all their arms till they meet their soulmate.

and it was a wonderful thing.

time had essentially established superiority over humans and granted them with a single piece of power that glossed over the authority it had placed on them.

people were overjoyed, happy beyond bounds to make use of this heavenly power where they could easily see the countdowns till they meet their soulmate.

oh how beautifully had time captured humans into his clutches, and they'd willingly walked right into it's arms.

once again, humans were dealing with the shorter end of the stick.

stuck dealing with both narcissistic sides of time.

and han jisung was stuck facing the brunt of it.

two

time had never been on your side.

you cursed, your mouth filled with caramel cheesecake. time was the most loved being in your universe yet you couldn't help but hate it's very existence. an incessant know it all, that's what you believed it to be. a mighty being that would never bow down to humans but would instead lure them to slavery while keeping them happy.

and as your fingers rushed to finish the essay due in two hours, your head ached as these thoughts flew across.

"stupid son of a bitch." you groaned, and as soon as the words left your mouth, the timing changed and it was now due in an hour.

"oh come on!" you complaiend loudly, falling back in your chair. "i didn't even take your name this time!"

today was not a good day for you, in other words, time was playing around with you and that left you extremely annoyed. you’d been trying to finish your goddamn midterm essay but for some god known reason, time kept fibbing with the due date and time and ruining all your work.

yes, time was petty with you.

ever since time bestowed itself upon humans like an actual almighty being, you’d had your fair share of shitty experiences with it. while you believed it was time being vexing with you, others claimed that maybe it was a glitch in your soulmate clock that was making your time run faster or slower.

thinking about it, the other theory made more sense. time was not even an actual person, much less be one with feelings. it was more of an essence, a presence of power that stayed around.

but then again the stupid timers on your arms were a given of time itself, and you weren’t too sure if you could trust it.

the timer in question, is called the soulmate timer by the people. it was one of the first gifts given by time when it had shown up 95 years ago. each human being had a timer placed on their arm, kind of like a tattoo than ran the time from the moment your turned 16 till you met your soulmate. people adored how they had memoirs to cherish how long it took for them to find their soulmate. with world records being handed out for record times as longest to find or shortest to find, people loved the timers on their arms. it was a small yet loving reminder that there was somewhere out there, running with the same timer and it would stop as you both cross path.

in your opinion, it was weird. you didn’t hate the timer per say, in fact, you kind of liked it. found it romantic even, that a soulmate has been destined for you and was waiting for his own timer to stop to be able to meet you. it was the time itself that creeped you out. it made no sense to you how the timer only began once you turned 16 and stopped when you met your soulmate. granted, you both would have the same timestamps embedded in your skin forever, you couldn’t help but find it… a little strange.

why couldn’t the timer tell you how much longer before you meet your soulmate, like a countdown with decreasing numbers rather than an ever growing bundle of digits.

you realised that time was probably not going to help you out today, so like always, you quickly drafted out an email to your professor. the same reason if time being a bitch with you was not new to your friends or family and your professors were kind enough to acknowledge your rather strange relationship with time.

“there.” you sighed, shutting down your laptop. you quickly gulped down the remainder of your coffee and began to place your things in the bag. now that you really were a few hours ahead of others (you would soon be sent back to normal time dont worry) you decided that you should be ready for your callbacks; which were supposed to begin a day or two but you could never be sure with your time.

you walked down the stairs with your books clutched in one hand and your phone in the other. you'd been waiting for a callback from a content writing committee for the college yearbook. making it was impossibly important to you. getting to be a part of that team would really help your social and extra curricular contributions, especially with your scholarship requirements starting to catch up to you.

as any female lead privy to falling in love in fiction, your ankle twisted ceremoniously right when you ascended down the last three steps, making your figure turn half a twirl as you felt yourself falling.

"OH-" you squealed, bracing yourself for the impact of the hard floor on your back. however, instead of the pain, you felt a hand catch yours as you were pulled into a body that held you close, effectively preventing your fall.

your eyes had closed in the process, shut tight as your hands went numb. “are you okay?” were your saviours first words as you slowly registered the actions.

realising you were a little too comfortable in the sweet smelling strangers arms, you snapped your eyes open, readying yourself to apologise and thank them.

“are you okay?” he repeated once more, stronger this time as you slowly took his appearance in. and then it slowly registered, the handsome man who had been holding you close to his chest.

he had bright eyes, that was what caught your attention first. like tiny beads of stars under the light as he stared at you with concern on his face. his face that looked so utterly handsome to you, you couldn’t even fathom his beauty.

dark hair fell into his eyes as he assessed you for any injuries. “are you able to hear me-.” he began and you gulped before nodding.

“yes yes thank you so much!” you gushed abruptly, making his eyes widen as you pulled yourself and straightened. “i would’ve fallen down bad has it not been for you, thank you so much and i apologise for interrupting your day.” you smiled in gratitude, truly happy for a gal would’ve had knocked you out bad. especially your bad ankle.

“are you sure you’re alright? your ankle twisted pretty bad.” the handsome stranger clicked his tongue as he tilted his head. “you’re welcome by the way, no need to apologise you didn’t do anything wrong. if anything you saved me from being stuck two hours behind the clock.” he chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck.

understanding clicked in you as you nodded. “ahh, i see. time being a bitch to you too?”

“you too?” he confirmed and you nodded again, a sheepish smile on your face.

he grinned. “well, atleast i’m not alone.”

“you’re right about that. also about my ankle, the twist was pretty rough but nothing a little spray cannot cure. thanks again.” you bowed your head slowly, readying yourself to walk away (reluctantly might i add).

“wait, i didn’t catch your name-.” you both began at the same time, making each other break out into identical grins.

“i’m y/n, y/n l/n.”

“y/n l/n, that’s a gorgeous name.” he shrugged his shoulders lightly, trying to make his compliment come across as normal but the slight red on his cheeks gave him away. “well, y/n l/n, pleased to meet you. i am han jisung.”

the smile he sent your way had you feel a certain kind of way as tiny shock waves travelled through you. you almost lost all sense of the present (or future as you were currently in). he seemed as affected as you, with his dazed eyes as he took your face in.

“would you, uh, want to hang out with me later? get coffee or something?” he licked his lips, furrowing his brows as he tried to ask you out. “maybe we can compare notes on how time seems to hate the both of us.” he joked, earning a giggle from you.

you bit back a shy smile at his question and nodded. “i would love to. don’t forget to get your copy, i won’t let a stranger figure out my life without me figuring theirs.” you whipped back and he grinned.

“fair enough.” he agreed. “so, will i see you at the campus coffee shop at….” jisung trailed off, trying to find out the present time which was similar for you both. “uhhh…”

“let’s meet in five hours. it should be evening by then, no matter what time zone we’re in then.” you suggested. it had been an old long method of yours to schedule meets since agreeing on a time was impossible with you.

“great, i’ll see you soon y/n.” he short you a quick smile and a wink, before he turned to walk to his next class.

you stared at his retreating figure for a few seconds. the moment might’ve gone on longer had you not been interrupted by another man’s voice.

“excuse me, your phone.” the other man held out your phone, smiling at you.

you snapped out of your daze, turning to receive your phone that was ringing incessantly.

as expected, it was the yearbook committee. you hastily grabbed it from the man’s hands, rushing to answer it.

“hello y/n?” the person in the other side asked, and upon your confirmation. they happily informed you that you’d been offered a place on the committee.

“thank you so much! i’ll be sure to stay committed and work hard!” you ended the call with a sigh. that had to be the two most stressful minutes of your day.

stupid time.

you realised that you’d left the stranger hanging and you turned to thank him, but he’d left already. you shrugged, placing your phone in your pocket as you began to walk to your next class.

what you and jisung had not realised, was that both of your tattoos had solidified themselves, and your timers had stopped.

three

meeting jisung was a dream come to life. he was charming, caring, hilarious and adorable in such heart warming ways, it hadn’t even taken you a day to start enjoying his company.

“so you’re saying, time for some reason is a-.” he spoke over his cup of iced americano. “bitch”he thankfully censored the word, knowing full well how time was sensitive. “to you? and randomly changes your time?”

“umhm.” you nodded in agreement. “but it mostly throws me in future. i have no idea why. and it’s honestly so-.”

“frustrating, annoying, horribly vexing to the point of swearing and making it pay.” jisung completed for you, sighing as if he knew those feelings well. “believe me, i know that feeling all too well.”

“you too?”

“yup. for some godamned reason, it keeps pushing me into the past. it’s future too at times but mostly the past. and it’s worse than the future.” he shook his head, as if the thought scared him.

“oh really? i doubt that. imagine having all of your deadlines come closer to you days prior.” you challenged him with a single raised eyebrow and he replied with his own.

“imagine sitting through 8 hours of lectures at one go and then repeating it all over again.”

your eyes widened, jaw falling slack. “no!” you replied, horrified at even the thought of sitting through 16 hours of the same lectures-

“oh no no, yes.” he corrected you. “but i take it you have the same troubles, just that we’re in different rescue boats, but the same sinking ship.”

you tilted your head at his analogy. really enjoying talking to someone who really understood your situation.

talking with jisung made you feel happy, like you belonged. all your life, people were in the present while you suffered in a different time usually. jisung’s experiences helped you come to terms with the fact that someone out there was just like you. and he understood you.

and unknowingly, you were beginning to fall for him.

four

your day slowly blurred into the night and you were finally back in present. though you still had to finish the assignment by tomorrow. sipping your 3rd cup of coffee that day, you furiously typed in your midterm, splashing your eyes across the various tabs to filter through your research.

“is your phone alright?” someone asked you, making you look up from your paper and into a pair of deep brown eyes.

you turned to see the same man from a few weeks ago. he’d helped you find your phone and handed it to you. had he not done that, you would’ve missed the very important call from the committee.

“oh, it’s you! well yes, thankfully it’s not broken. but thank you so so so much for the other day!” you gushed, extremely relieved that you’d found him and could now thank him. “you really helped me out that day.”

he shrugged, making his blond hair fall to one side as he smiled sweetly and mumbled a “you’re welcome, i applied for the yearbook content team too, so i had a feeling you'd be getting the call from them.” he revealed and your smile turned familiar, it was knowing your future teammates in informal settings. you had a feeling that helped you connect better professionally.

"really! i hope you got in! i would so love to work with you!" you chimed, pulling the chair beside you to motion for him to sit down.

he seated himself, maintaining the newfound friend distance "yup! i did! i understand that you did as well so pleased to be working with you...." he trailed of, expecting your name.

“i’m hwang hyunjin by the way.” he introduced himself first, hinting clearly at his question.

“hello hwang hyunjin, i’m y/n l/n.” you smiled back, liking this new friendship you’d found.

"oi hwang!" a very familiar unruly voice had you both turning your heads as you forced yourself to look away from hyunjin's handsome face.

"what do you want ji, can't you see i am with a beautiful woman?" hyunjin joked, making you crack a smile as you nodded at jisung.

"really jisung, you should take a hint and know when not to intervene." you added and hyunjin widened his eyes at you as jisung approached your table, making eye contact with you both.

"oy hey y/n what are you doing here?"

"you both know each other?" hyunjin asked, head snapping between you two.

"yup," you answered. "although it's only been a day."

"you both know each other?" jisung mused, gesturing between you and hyunjin as hyunjin nodded.

"yup, but it's only been a day." he smiled, echoing your words and you chuckled.

"damn, this seems like destiny. if we three don't honour this fateful encounter, time might just swallow us all up. it already hates us, lets not make it angrier." jisung dragged a chair to sit down with you both.

"hates us three? hyunjin you too?" you turned to hyunjin who licked his plush lips and nodded slowly.

"time, has never been kind to me. nor will it ever." his eyes turned dark, jisung's expression turned solemn and you knew it was better to not ask further about the topic.

"anyway, that's a discussion for some other time. let's have some good food now shall we?" hyunjin clapped his hands, getting up to order as you smiled, letting him find a moment's peace in your ignorance.

five

you had a wonderful time with your newfound company and you were sure that the three of you would go on to become even closer. you'd barely gotten out of your shoes when your pinged with a new text.

han jisung

y/n did you reach home?

y/n

yup! what about you both?

hwang hyunjin

yup, han is already stuffing his face with leftovers.

han jisung

hey! the food is delicious okay?

hwang hyunjin

sure you pig.

y/n

let's not bully jisung while he's eating atleast hyunjin.

han jisung

thank you y/n muah

we should meet up again.

hwang hyunjin

yes please. y/n you in?

y/n

of course XD

you smiled as you turned your phone off to remove your shoes and put your bags away. the night was a wonderful memory you'd enrgaved and you loved how time had not messed with you at all during those three hours.

sighing in contentment, you padded into your bedroom to pick out your pyjamas and got ready for a bath. after tying your hair up, you'd only just stripped out of your sweaty top before you relaised that you'd forgotten to get a new bottle of your shampoo. calling out your forgetful nature, you wrapped your towel on before rushing back out to grab a new bottle.

the shower ran warm as you washed the day away, you still had a lot to get done but at least you were home and clean. taking some shampoo, and rubbing it before you moved your hands to your head to wash it off. the foam covered every inch of your body as the dirt cleaned itself off.

a soothing shower came to an end with you wrapping your towel around yourself once more. you walked out the door, clutching your towel as you stopped in front of the dresser. before you could apply your lotion, however, a striking observation that had gone unnoticed till now captured your eyes.

the lotion bottle slipped from your hands, slamming into the floor as it echoed against the tiles. your eyes lost a little focus as your vision blurred and your heartbeat quickened. deep breaths could only help stabilize you so much before your world began to spin, hands coming up to trace the delicate lines of ink etched on on your hand near your wrist.

the ink felt solid, warm and permanent under your fingertips as you felt its existence in all of its glory. it was real. and it was happening.

your soulmate timer had run out.

you glanced at the time it showed. 4 years and 2 months.

fuck. you cursed softly, unsure on what you were supposed to do now.

you'd found your soulmate.

the only question was, who was it?

wracking your brain, you concluded that you'd only come across two new people today. han jisung and hwang hyunjin. it had to be between the two.

do i text them first? should i ask them? but what will i say? and how weird will it be for the one who is not my soulmate?

a dozen thoughts hammered through your panicking brain as you paced around your bedroom.

your phone pinged, making you grab it with a swift grip as you rushed to see the text.

"y/n....i think you're my soulmate."

six

you waited on the swing in the park, hands holding the cold iron rails for support as you swung slowly.

your eyes were unfocused as you took the scene in. empty park, a dark evening that wa a almost night, a starless sky and a soulmate tattoo on your arm.

it was effectively covered by the long sleeve of your sweater. you weren’t too comfortable looking at it, not until you’d talked to him.

“y/n-.” a voice called out, footsteps loudening as they neared you and a figure stopped behind you.

your swinging slowed down, coming to an abrupt stop as you gulped nervously.

“hey.” you muttered without turning back, and the man behind you walked around to come face you.

“hey.” han jisung whispered with a smile.

you both sat on the swings side by side, not really swinging but swaying softly in the silence.

“are you alright?” jisung asked you once more.

“umhm, i will be.” you reassured him. “you?”

“processing it.” he sighed. “it’s only been a day you know?”

you nodded. it had only been a day and now your soulmate was here with you.

funny how you waited for this your entire life but now you had no idea what to do. he was practically a stranger. sure, you were attracted to him but dating someone and spending your entire life with someone are two drastically different things.

“but, i’m glad it’s you.” he smiled, making his eyes twinkle as he stopped swaying. “i know we’ve only just met and barely know each other but… i was gonna ask you out soon either way.. not that i’m trying to push the bond on you to go out with me but, i’m happy it’s you y/n.” he honestly laid out his honest feelings for you.

a relived smile broke out on your face as you felt a stone lift off your heart. somewhere, deep down, a small part of you was happy too, that it was han jisung who was your soulmate. “i… i feel the same way. thank you for being so honest with me.” you blushes slightly at his adorable grin. “i hope we can work this out together?” you asked him and he got up slowly, walking over to you as he leaned down in front of you.

“one step at a time okay? we’ll get through this together y/n.” he took one of your hands gingerly, pulling at the sleeve. “mind if i see it?”

you nodded. “go ahead, you’re practically my other half now.”

“i should still ask.” he smiled as slowly pulled the fabric up, revealing the inked mark of your bond.

a small gasp of awe left his lips as he stared at it. “can i-.” he questioned, extending his fingertips as you nodded with a smile.

“wow.” his warm fingertips slowly traced the numbers that had solidified themselves on your skin for eternity.

it was cute how both of you had the same first response to this.

“can i see yours?” you shyly asked and han swiftly pulled his sleeve up, almost falling over in his haste.

“easy easy!” you giggled as you took a hold of his arm, bringing your fingertips to feel his tattoo.

“4 years and two months.” both of you began in unison and sent warm smiles to each other.

“i think we’ll be able to handle this.” he smiled at you, holding your hand softly as he caressed the top.

“i think so too.”

—

seven

to say that you and han jisung were awkward at first is an understatement. you two were so flustered around each other, one of you would keep tripping and blushing and then turn into a fumbling mess.

hyunjin was sick and tired of you two.

“yah you’re both fucking so into each other just see it already.” he cried out as you and jisung almost knocked over his cake when your hands accidentally touched.

taking his advice, han asked you out the next day.

you couldn’t be happier, and time was passing by lovingly.

everything was falling into place, time had stopped bugging you as often and you were happier with jisung than you ever were. at times your heart would wonder, was it possible for someone to feel this happy? was it possible to live such a fairy tale like love story?

“come on babe!! this is your seventh month ice skating! you should be good at this by now!” you giggled as jisung struggled to even stand up straight.

“hey you come here!” he yelled, eyes wide as he pouted in anger at his failed attempts.

“catch me if you can!” you stuck out your tongue, ruffling his bangs to annoy him a bit more as you turned to skate away.

“no you’re not getting away that easy!” he grabbed your waist and hand, pulling you into him as your bodies crashed into each other, throwing his body against the rink as you both collided.

“woah-.” you mumbled as he grabbed your face to press a kiss to your lips.

“now suffer!” he declared before began to pepper your face with kisses, making you giggle.

“ji stop!” you chuckled, enjoying his little antics as he pouted at your words.

“okay you can kiss me.” you rolled your eyes at his puppy dog ones that turned into crescents as he began to kiss you again.

“i won’t let my princess run away from me so easily.” he mumbled as he leaned into you, burying his face in your hair. “i won’t.”

“and i won’t run away.” you replied back, brushing your hands at the back of his neck slowly.

you had no idea what you would ever do without han jisung in your life.

“one order of an amusement park for the beautiful lady please!” jisung squeaked as he stood at your doorstep with a bunch of flowers in his hand.

“hey to you too.” you giggled as you pulled him by the collar to lay a peck on his lips. he smiled into the kiss, deepening it a little before he leaned away.

“you look beautiful.” he murmured, taking in your casual outfit for the date. “here, for you my beautiful.” he pushed the flowers towards you and you accepted them with a smile, letting him inside your house.

“you don’t look bad either.” you shrugged as you placed the flowers in a vase.

“not bad? that’s all i get? not bad?” he mumbled incredulously.

he was right though.

he looked way more than just ‘not bad’. he looked heart stopping handsome with his fluffy hair, a black cap covering them, a plain white tee tucked halfway into his loose blue jeans that landed beautifully on his white sneakers. he looked so warm and cozy you wanted to hug him and never let go.

“okay, maybe not ‘not bad’…” you trailed off playfully, avoiding the word on purpose as he protested with a little whine and came up behind you.

“you’re evil.” he mumbled as he captured you in a back hug, burying his face in your shoulder and hair. “tell me how do i look today?”

you chuckled at his antics, wrapping your hands over his as your caressed them softly. “okay, fine…i give up. you look handsome.” you finally caved in, turning in his hold to hold his face.

he smiled brightly, gazing into your eyes as you placed your palms on his cheek. “you look devastatingly handsome han. like will herondale.” you scrunched your nose and he smiled as he kissed your forehead.

“thank you my dear tess.” he placed another on your nose, another on your cheeks before placing one on your lips. “ah, you’re so cute my heart hurts.” he sighed, kissing your face in small kisses.

“han stop, you’re being cheesy.” you joked, laughing at the small tickling sensations as he maintained a tight hold on you.

“so? my princess deserves to be called beautiful names every day.” he pouted, placing a final one on your lips before loosening his grip.

“same goes for my handsome man.” you patted his chest before reaching for your bag. “let’s go, or we’ll be late for the rides.” you enthusiastically said, making him grin.

“look at you so excited oh god you’re fatal for my heart.” he dramatically clenched his chest as you began walking to the door.

“stop it han.”

“what are you thinking about pretty princess?” jisung snuggled his nose into your cheek.

“nothing really.” you sighed, leaning into his embrace as you stared at the sunset. “just enjoying the moment. here with you. right now.” you smiled.

“you look so beautiful right now.” jisung whispered, trailing his fingers on your tattoo as he pulled you closer. “i don’t need anyone else but you now y/n.”

eight

“hyunjin, stop taking forever to scroll through the movies and just put one already.” you groaned as you dug the tub for more popcorn. “the popcorn will be over by the time your dramatic ass decides on one.” you threw one at him as he stuck his tongue out at you.

“i don’t care, i’m not watching a shitty movie with you. if we’re spending time together, we’re gonna make it worthwhile.” he mumbled, biting his lip as he concentrated on the screen.

“we literally spend everyday together. you fucking live with han what did you expect?” you laughed.

it was true, you and hyunjin did spend a lot of time together. usually when han was too busy to give you company which was often these days since he had a huge musical project to work on. so that was how lonely it felt without your soulmate. you wondered.

your eyes went to the bandage on his right hand, eyes immediately softening at the sight. hyunjin, was one of the defects as they were called in your world. those whose timers didn’t tell them when they would meet their soulmates but would tell them something else. another countdown.

and it could be anything.

your heart had broken into pieces once you’d realised that hyunjin would never be able to witness the beautiful love of a soulmate and your soul cried for him. not only that, hyunjin was also suffering from the time paradox.

the countdown on his hand was counting the time till his death.

you still couldn’t digest the fact that one of your closest friends knew exactly when he would die, and the fact that he refused to let you both know was worse. hyunjin wanted you both to forget about his timer, he wanted to forget about his timer with you both so you both respected his feelings. he never told you the time he had left, nor did any of you ask.

the time you three spent with each other was sacred, borrowed and hidden.

an unsaid promise to ignore the constant ticking of hyunjin’s life clock.

you’d accidentally found hyunjin’s journal at your place once, he’d forgotten it when you and him were making brownies one sunday. unaware that it was his journal, you flipped it open and it landed on one page that had tears breaking out of your steeled shell.

I'm pretending to be strong

Now there's nothing left but loneliness

Even if this is something that has passed

Even if I know that it can't be changed

Just not being able to do anything about it like this, is maddening

Even if I know it, the wound in my heart achеs

In a beautiful encounter, thе flowers bloom

you never, ever questioned hyunjin’s decision ever again.

but it was breaking you apart, seeing your friend reach the end of his time so swiftly. laughing his pain away while you could see that he hid all his dark feelings inside his hurt soul, locking them away in a tiny box, concealing all his scars. you knew that he would never cry about this, he would never. he couldn’t stand giving you and han this pain, this burden as he believed while you both were living your lovely soulmate life.

“yah! get away from her you dummy!” jisung yelled at hyunjin as the three of you played paintball.

“no stop-.” you began to yell but jisung tripped on a soft block he’d not seen and landed on the floor with a crash.

“literally what the fuck han.” seungmin, one of your friends on his team sighed. “i knew i should’ve joined y/n and sana’s team.”

“it’s not my fault! hyun was targeting her from behind!” jisung protested as all the players came to centre to see what the commotion was about.

“wait what!” you turned to see hyunjin sheepishly standing a few feet behind you, his gun pointed at your back. “you fucking traitor!” you growled before you began shooting hyunjin with numerous paintballs.

“hey wait THE GAME IS PAUSED!” he yelled but you paid no attention to him as the entirety of your friend group (hyunjin’s team included) began to absolutely drench hyunjin in various colors. “STOP YOU TRAITORS!” he yelled in a high pitched voice as he rushed to hide.

“GET HIS JANE AUSTEN ASS!” minho yelled as he charged at hyunjin, making hyunjin scream loudly before running away into the gaming area.

“god these idiots-.” sana sighed beside you as you both watched the boys go take revenge for you, or more like, just annoy hyunjin.

“but they’re my idiots.” you smiled fondly, eyes specifically trained on two of the men.

hyunjin and han to be precise.

the game ended with hyunjin losing. yes, not his team. just him. he walked out of the gaming area with his white clothes absolutely coloured and various shades, not a shred of fabric visible as paint literally dropped down his sides.

“they are vicious.” he shuddered, flinching a little as minho passed by him.

“coward.” minho stuck his tongue out, his helmet was off, hair mussed from the game, so was jisung’s.

“yeah.” jisung added in an exaggerated tone as hyunjin rose an eyebrow.

“oops-.” jisung’s eyes widened as he rushed towards you, searching for a safety net.

being scared of lee minho was one thing, but hyunjin was very well not gonna take shit from han.

you laughed as jisung tried to hide behind you, where you tried your very best to not shield him.

“you’re my girlfriend hello you’re supposed to help me?” he cried out as you moved out of the way to let hyunjin get han.

“oops.” you shrugged as hyunjin grabbed a hold of han and rubbed all his colors off on hand half clean white suit.

“awh mannnn!” jisung groaned, eyes rolling as hyunjin cackled at his misery.

as hyunjin moved away, jisung’s gaze turned evil, eyes trained on you as he smirked “now you!”

“NO!” you yelled as hyunjin and jisungn launched for you at the same time to paint you in a mess of their colors.

“god save these three.” seungmin and minho sighed as they motioned for sana to record your idiocy.

Even if I know it's not goodbye

The tears overflow, it's such a night

Feeling like it's the end

Feeling like things will change tomorrow

Feeling like all the smiles I kept gathered

Will disappear in a sea of tears

he’d shown you a poem he’d written today. and you had broken down, you had nothing left. your heart was full of pain and tears for this man as you saw his sad smile.

“why won’t you talk to us hyune?” you choked on your tears as he wiped them away softly.

“what’s the point of taking y/n? this will just make us sadder. why cant we live my final moments is happiness? as fake as that maybe, i don’t want to leave this world while crying, or while making my loved ones cry.”

“hyun..” han wiped his tears as he patted hyunjin’s back and hyunjin shrugged with glossy eyes.

hyunjin wipers hans tears away as well, hugging him back. “i just wanted to share this piece with you both… since it’s my last day tomorrow.”

nine

20 July 2022

The only thing I can do is

Pretend that I'll never change

And see you off quietly

But please don't forget

At least this

That I'll always be waiting

I'll come to meet you now, even if this is an empty dream

I want to devote my everything on you

With the memory of you in my heart

I'll always be waiting, unchanged

“hwang hyunjin everyone.” jisung let out with a choked sob as he finished the eulogy for the funeral.

red rimmed eyes, sunken cheeks and hollow gaze. jisung stared at his friends frozen face in the picture with a pained expression. your own vision was glossy, cheeks wet as your heart twisted itself in indescribable ways.

hwang hyunjin was the brightest star in your and jisung’s lives. and now he was gone. the person who’d been the pillar for you both was now gone. the closest friend you’d had in the past 3 years was forever gone.

jisung walked over to you with shaky legs, clutching a little too tightly at your hands to steady himself. to hold on on to what he had left.

you.

you supported him with one hand as the casket was lifted, and walked han to take one of the sides. he lifted it with the ease of a smile, ghosting the lines angular edges of his worn out face.

and when the burial was done,

hyunjin was really gone.

forever.

ten

it was barely the next day when you’d realised with a horrible ache in your heart.

your timer had begun running again.

eleven

“JI JI!” you rushed into his bathroom as a tired shirtless jisung turned to look at you, tooth brush hanging from his mouth.

“yes princess?” he mumbled and when you pointed down to your hand with the wild look in your eyes, jisung knew something was wrong.

“what is it princess?” he spat the brush out, rushing to you take your hand.

his gaze turned to one of horror as he saw your numbers ticking. your soulmate tattoo was now rushing to another time with a swift speed.

“what, what is this ji?” you asked, panic overtaking your being as you began to shake. “is… is this similar to … h… h…hyun’s timer?” you gulped, it was too hard to take hyunjin’s name.

“shh….shhh., it’s all okay, this is nothing. nothing okay? nothing.” jisung sighed as he pulled into an embrace so tight, your heartbeat matched his. “it’ll be alright princess. it’ll be all okay.”

“hello miss did you order a handsome lad?” jisung propped himself through the other side of the shelf as he gazed into your eyes.

you smiled at him through the books, standing on the other side of the shelf before you moved the books to hide his face. “hey!” came out in a muffled tone as you heard footsteps hurrying to you.

“you don’t get to do that.” he pouted before pulling you into the corner.

“what?” you played innocent, settling in the corner before pulling jisung close, your eyes began to flit between his lips and his gaze lowered.

“nothing.” he mumbled hoarsely before attaching his lips to yours.

his hands came up to yours, caressing the area where the timer was running, as if to erase it and hide it from your mind.

“i love you.” you mumbled in between kisses as you both shared a little moment, stolen from time.

“i love you more.”

you were staring at the running numbers on your arm as you sat in your hotel room.

the numbers that signalled…your end.

your eyes closed painfully as your remembered the words from earlier.

“your soulmate is leading to this, leave him, and time will reverse its clutches.”

your grandmothers words scared you to no end as they ran through you. you never should’ve told her about this anyway, stupid han jisung hellbent on trying to save you.

ever since the numbers began ticking, jisung began to look for any sort of cure, any sort of thing that could stop them. he’d begun talking to anyone and everyone, searching for ways to stop the timer even though there was only one was possible.

and you refused to acknowledge that way.

he’d even tried bringing it up once, only to have it dismissed firmly by your angry tone and the topic was never discussed again.

how could anyone expect you to leave your soulmate? to leave him? to leave the one thing that made your life worth living?

“hey pretty princess.” jisung mumbled as he entered you room, catching you gazing at the tattoo.

he frowned before heading over to you, he gently took your hands, rolled down your sleeves and placed a soft kiss on top of it. “let’s go my pretty princess.” he smiled at you, tucking in a strand of stray hair as he trailed his finger down to your jaw.

“let’s go spend some time together.”

jisung led you to the beach, a private area you both had rented out in front of your resort room. this vacation has been his idea, a getaway to spend two entire weeks with each other without any intervention from the outside world.

just the two of you in your own little bubble.

jisung had set up a heavenly tent for you both on the beach, he had arranged some things on what you presumed was the table on which you would eat.

it was a tent covered with light strings and embellishments, making its beauty shine brighter than ever. the fabric was a mix of net and something like cotton, hiding and showing equal parts of what was inside.

“ji?” your lips moved softly.

a big smile broke out on his handsome face, your favourite cheeks fluffing up as he took you near the setup.

"you wanted a beachside dinner didn't you?" he smiled, nuzzling the side of your neck.

"but ji.. i mentioned that once, like ages ago?"

"and i remembered." he sighed, bringing your hands up to place a kiss on them.

"it's the least of the least i can do for you after you-"he began with a soft voice but the warning look on your face made him stop.

"anyway, here's a royal dinner for my beautiful princess." he led you inside, helping you sit down before he poured you some wine.

"to our love." he toasted, settling beside you,

"to our love." you echoed.

twelve

your eyes fluttered open. you were in your bed, in your and jisung’s shared room, you could feel the same bed sheets under your skin as you helped yourself sit.

“princess.” jisung mumbled as he got up from the chair beside your bed and helped you sit up. “sleep some more, it’s still early morning.” he told you, caressing your hair softly.

“what happened ji?” you bit your lip, turning to him only to see the evidence of crying on his face. dried tear tracks and red rimmed eyes only told you that the situation was serious, and jisung was going to do everything in his power to hide it from you.

“it’s nothing y/n, go back to sleep baby, it’s just exhaustion-.” he sighed as he began but you cut him off.

“the truth ji, i want the truth.” you demanded, and you saw jisung’s eyes flicker with uncertainty for a second before he exhaled deeply.

“it has something to do with my timer doesn’t it ?” you mumbled, and jisung’s sad eyes told you everything you needed to know.

he could try to hide his emotions all he wanted but you would see right through him. he was putting on such a brave front right now and you almost cried at his endeavour to not make you sadder than you were.

“babe, it’s nothing just go to sleep-.” he began, trying to coax you into bed with a smile but you shook his grip off.

“no!”

“babe-.”

“tell me what’s wrong! i don’t want to leave like hyunjin. i don’t want to spring up my departure on you suddenly. i want to spend my last mow at with you happily at peace!” you blurt out, breaking jisung’s front as his expression crumbled.

he sat down on the bed beside you, pulling you into his chest as you felt him hold on to you tightly. as if he were afraid to let go.

so your suspicions were right.

you really were dying.

“ji…” you slowly brought your hands to his back, pulling back to see his devastated face with teary eyes.

“y/n…baby..i’m so sorry..” his voice broke as he cradled your left cheek in his hand. “i am so fucking sorry, the-the-timer- timer- you know? the the the glitch? glitch we both have? it’s..it’s acting up again…it’s acting up. again. the glitch.” he stammered, rushing through his words as panic began to show its place. you felt your own eyes turn glossy at the pure remorse on jisung’s face. “i am so sorry babe, i hate this, i hate this, fuck, why cant i be the one running out of time instead?” he spat angrily, holding on to you with trembling hands.

"it's all my fault you're ....facing this , just leave me and live instead. why are you doing this y/n?" jisung sobbed but you shushed him.

"stop it, we don't even think of the alternative okay? just,,,don't."

“ji…” you choked on your on sobs as you brought his hands down to your lap, kissing each of them softly before setting them down. “don’t you ever say something like that ever again.” you scolded him, making him look up at you with a red face.

you could see the pain in his expression, in his red, wet cheeks and blinking eyes, in his shaking figure and quivering hands that tried to hold on to you.

“it’s okay ji..” you choked out, as you both cried along with each other. “for now, sleep with me.”

he sniffed as he looked at you, hands wiping your tears as he pulled you closer.

“sleep with you?”

“yes, sleep with me.” you repeated, pulling him down beside you.

he tucked your head into his chest, placing you on his arm. tears still ran, though you both tried to ignore the cries you both were producing. “come here princess.” he placed a kiss to your forehead, patting your head. “so we sleep.”

he began to caress your forehead, humming aimlessly as your shaking figures rocked with each other in between sobs.

“good night ji.”

“good night my love.”

thirteen

on 20th november 2022, you died.

the timer had reached it's final stop and the time had run out.

your time had run out.

your last moments were fresh in jisung's mind as he'd held your had till the end. as if he could ever forget you, or the time he spent with you.

you were his brightest star, you were his glowing light, you were his shining sun. and now you were gone.

just like that.

he couldn't reach you anymore, no matter how badly he wanted to hold onto you and never let go, you had already left him.

his eyes betrayed him as he tried to refuse reality, as he tried to deny what had just taken place in front of him.

han jisung cursed time as he stared at the 00:00 on your arm, the very arm that once showed proof of your love for him. the same ink that once boasted of your love for each other now stared back at him with a mocking darkness.

he didnt stop his tears from falling as he sobbed uncontrollably beside your bed, holding you in his arms.

you both were never meant to find happiness after all.

time had made sure of that.

a few hours ago

"you know, you really are the one for me." you sighed as you laid down in jisung's arms, his hands holding you close as you laid down your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat slowly.

"i thought that was pretty obvious love, you're my everything too." jisung sighed, running slow circles on your back. "i have no idea what i would've done without you."

you tried to ignore the tears pricking your eyes, you both only had a little time left and you'd promised to not spend it in vain by crying.

"i love you han jisung. i will always love you." you whispered, leaning up to look at his face.

you could still see the pain in his eyes that he was masking with his soft smile, just for you.

"i loved your expressive eyes that tell me you love me, i love your wonderful lips that tell me they love me daily, i love your warm hugs that capture me after a long hard day, i love your daring soul that made me fall in love with you. han jisung.." you paused. "you are the best thing that ever happened to me, i love everything about you to an extent that it scares me. i love you so much that my heart hurts, and if in another universe i was given the option to fall in love, i would choose to fall in love with you all over again."

you finished with a soft whisper, stopping yourself before your voice broke to avoid crying.

jisung was looking down at you with an adoration so pure your heart felt satisfied, so full of love that you wanted to capture that moment forever.

"y/n, my love..i love you so much...if my heart was a canvas, i'd want every square inch of it painted with you. i love you si much, that my sun, my moon, my stars, all carry your name. i love you so much that my eyes refuse to even look away from you because you're so beautiful that my hear aches, i love you so much for coming into my life, for making me love life, for letting me love you...and i'm ...i'm sorry for ...i'm sorry for not being able to save you.." he broke off, letting his tears take over as he couldn't control himself. "i am not supposed to tell you this love but... i was not... i am not…”

you stopped him, bringing your finger to his lips to shush him. "shhh..its okay baby. i know. hyunjin gave me his journal before leaving.." your confession had jisung's eyes widening.

"yet you stayed..." he trailed off, unable to believe your words.

"of course. i love you ji, i will always love you. so don't blame yourself once im gone okay? find love after me, stay happy okay? find another sunshine because this one wasn't strong enough to light your way for ever."

"shush, just stop, why are you saying this. if anything. i-" he stopped himself, "no lets not talk about this. i want to send you off with a smile, you deserve it, don't cry my pretty princess.. don't cry..."

the numbers tricked down to a minute and jisung forced his tears to stay at bay, he leaned down to give you the most meaningful and deep kisses of all time as he kissed you to tell you a thousand different things with the motion of is lips. "i love you y/n l/n, i will always do, thank you for loving me, thank you for being my soulmate, thank you for letting me love you." he whispered with his forehead against yours.

"i love you han jisung. i will always love you, thank you for..." your eyes threatened to close but you forced them open.

"thank you for....everything." you finished with one final shudder as a shiver ran up your body and he held you close till the end. "till the end of time.."

your eyes closed with a smile on your face as you let go, in jisung's arms.

"farewell my love." jisung mumbled against your soulless body.

his soulmate was dead.

because han jisung was never meant to be happy.

and time made sure of that.

fourteen

three years ago

"han...my soulmate timer stopped." hyunjin mumbled with a horrified expression coating his beautiful face.

"what?" jisung hurriedly got up from his bed, rushing over to hyunjin who stood near his door.

"my timer..stopped." hyunjin repeated, showing jisung his bare arm.

only jisung would be allowed to see hyunjin's arm, which had a timer running on it till he...left. but surprisingly, the timer had stopped.

stopped at a particular time.

4 years and 2 months.

"my..my timer stopped too..." jisung whsipered, slowly lifting his sleeve up.

4 years and 2 months.

"fuck.." hyunjin sighed, running his fingers through his hair. "y/n" he groaned as he slammed his hand on the wall. "time fucking glitched again han. it's gonna fucking ruin us again." hyunjin cursed. “it didn’t take into account that you and y/n were in separate time zones at the time of your meeting.”

jisung stood there, numbly staring at his timer. "the question is, who is the real soulmate? i was in the past, y/n was in the future and you were in the present."

"it doesn't matter." hyunjin sighed. "what matters is that you are going to tell y/n that you are her soulmate okay?"

jisung's eyes widened "but you-"

"we don't know for sure right? you got the tattoo too." hyunjin supplied. "besides, we both know that i am going to die soon, you know that very well. it is obvious that i don't have much time left."

"stop saying that-"

"stop pretending that it's not happening jisung!!" hyunjin growled, getting frustrated by the second. "i have already hurt enough people in my life and i won't let y/n be hurt by the mere possibility of this situation. tell me han, you felt it too didn't you? that zing of connection with her today?"

jisung bit his lip as he nodded, it was true, y/n did make him feel a certain way, even though it had barely been a day.

"then see! you might be her true soulmate! we cannot ruin this for her based on an assumption han. you should tell her, you are her soulmate. i am gonna die anyway, i don't want her to live with a dead soulmate engraved in her skin. she deserves a real chance at love, even if i am meant to die." hyunjin finished with a shake of his head. "we can't ruin this for her."

jisung gulped as he licked his lips, looking hyunjin in the eye. "and what if i am not her soulmate?"

hyunjin glanced back at his best friend with glassy eyes.

"then you love her for me. you show her true love,

for me."

who knew that han jisung would truly end up falling for you.

and show you his true love.

han jisung truly loved you, till the end of time.

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[SKZ Imprinted] Jisung: Love Sick (Part 2)

Anonymous asked: Can I request a part two for jisungs imprinted ? I find it so funny and cute. And as someone who is allergic to dogs I’ve always wondered what it be like to date a werewolf. Love you and your writing ❤️❤️

Characters: Jisung x female reader

Genre/warnings: werewolf au, college au, kinda humor, sorta fluff, fake angst but also some real angst toward the end, fake breakup, mentions of death but nobody dies, reader is allergic to dogs

Word count: 4,260

Summary: As the pack’s ‘most boring couple’, you and Jisung decide to spice things up to get your friends off your back.

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a/n: i’ll be honest, i had no idea how to resolve this, so i’m just gonna leave it on a semi-cliff hanger and if anyone has ideas for pt 3 pls lmk <3

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It seemed like everybody around you had something insane going on at all times. Changbin was slowly trying to gain the trust of Jamie, who was severely traumatized -- understandably so. Hyunjin and Jeongin were still trying to confess to their mates because the two girls only knew half of the truth so far. Minho and Ryu had just gotten over their whole...thing, but Elsie and Seungmin were still...doing whatever they were doing. Chan and Aeri were sucked into absolutely everything going on because Chan’s the alpha and that essentially made Aeri the ‘pack mom’ by default. And Felix and Sam were either working or at school, so nobody really saw them.

And then there was you and Jisung.

Comparatively -- except to Felix and Sam, maybe -- you were boring. But comparatively, you loved being boring. The most exciting thing about your relationship was that he made you break out in hives if you touched him in his wolf form. You enjoyed having absolutely nothing going on.

The pack, however, made it their go-to joke. You two were somehow always being made fun of all because you were the couple with no big problems. You were ‘bland’, ‘boring’, and Hyunjin’s favorite insult: ‘vanilla’. You never saw a problem with how your relationship with Jisung was going, but the pack always made a point to single the two of you out for being ‘normies’.

Did it bother you? Eh, not really. It was more so stupid than anything. Why would you get picked on for not having any issues other than the typical couple spats like what you were having for takeout or what to do for dates? It didn’t make any sense.

Jisung, however, hated it. He thought his brothers were being annoying and obnoxious, and he wanted nothing more than for them to just shut up. And you knew that because he was always complaining about them. You didn’t blame him -- you felt bad, honestly -- but you didn’t understand why they thought to make fun of you for having nothing going on.

“Do you, like...want something to be wrong?” you asked one afternoon when he was over while Aeri and Chan were out for a much needed date night.

“No!” he said quickly. “Baby, you’re already allergic to me.”

You shrugged, “I have medicine. Could be worse.”

“That doesn’t mean I want it worse.”

You opened your mouth to take a bite of the pizza Jisung had brought with him for the two of you to eat, but you could feel a sneeze creeping up on you. You preemptively threw your face into the crook of your elbow, and Jisung instinctively mumbled a, “bless you,” before you could even sneeze.

As you let out your sneeze, Jisung perked up, eyes wide and mouth full of pizza as he got an idea.

He shouted garbled words at you, muffled by the food in his mouth -- a little even landing on your arm.

“Ew, Jisung!” you squealed as you grabbed his sweatshirt sleeve to wipe your skin. “Chew and swallow first! You weren’t raised in the wild!”

Quickly, he chewed his food enough so he could talk before excitedly repeating, “We could pretend!”

“...Pretend to be raised in the wild...?”

“No, baby; pretend to have something be wrong!”

Your eyebrows furrowed until you finally caught on. Jisung wanted to fake a problem to make his pack stop giving him grief.

You let out a sigh, “That’s stupid.”

“Yeah, well so is getting teased for being perfect,” he stated. “Think about it, it’ll be easy! You’re allergic to dogs, so let’s say you’re sick of being sick! You pretend to dump me, the guys feel bad for being assholes, and then we pretend to get back together. It’s harmless and it’ll make them shut up.”

“Jisung,” you groaned, letting your head fall back against the couch, “you know I can’t lie. I’m such a bad liar -- especially to Aeri!”

“You think Aeri won’t keep the secret?” he scoffed. “If it’s a harmless prank, she’ll be 100% in.”

“A fake breakup sounds like it’ll end badly...” you admitted slowly, still feeling unsure about this plan.

“How could it when we’re made for each other?” he reminded you with a reassuring smile. He took both of your hands in his and looked deep into your eyes. “Nothing can go wrong.”

You stared back into his golden eyes, searching them for...something. But all that they offered were reassurance and trust. Jisung never lied to you and he’d never steer you wrong.

Letting out a defeated sigh, you asked, “How’re we doing this?”

It was a slow night, but most nights were. They were going to close in 30 minutes anyway, but some of the pack liked to hang out -- namely Minho when Ryu was working. Felix was closing with her since Sam had a late class. Along with Minho, was Changbin and Jamie, Hyunjin and Jeongin, and Elsie. Changbin thought some fresh air might be good for her, so he brought her to sit at the café just to get out of the house. Hyunjin was couch-hopping again and was staying at Jeongin’s for the night, so the two decided to meet up at the café beforehand. And Elsie had finished her day early so she swung by the coffee shop so her and Ryu could go home together.

“Can I have a bite?” Changbin asked his mate, pointing to her bear-shaped cake pop that was resting on her napkin.

She glanced at him and shook her head, blowing softly on her coffee.

He poked his cheeks with his index fingers and talked in the cutest voice he could manage -- a voice his pack knew all too well that he was starting to use with Jamie the more comfortable she got with him. She was honestly starting to wonder how someone like Changbin could get caught up in the shit he was caught up in.

“But I’m so cute, how can you say no?” he asked, batting his eyelashes at her.

She let out a giggle and slapped him in the shoulder, causing him to drop the act but also start laughing along with her.

Hyunjin’s eyes widened as he leaned toward her across the table, “You giggle?”

Jamie’s laughter abruptly stopped as her face immediately fell into a glare. She grabbed the stick of the cake pop and lifted her arm like she was either going to throw it or stab the younger wolf with it, but Changbin quickly grabbed her arm in his panic.

“Okay, okay,” he chuckled nervously, “let’s not waste a perfectly good cake pop.”

“She’s feisty,” Elsie nodded. “Keep her.”

Changbin grinned at his mate as she continued to stare down his brother, ripping off half the bear’s head with her teeth, “That’s the plan.”

“I wasn’t trying to be mean!” Hyunjin insisted. “I was just shocked, okay!”

“Too late, dude,” Minho laughed, “you’re on her shit list.”

“Yeah, you’re probably not waking up tomorrow,” Felix chimed in, cleaning out the blender as he watched his friends from behind the counter.

Jeongin scrunched up his nose, “Ew, wait, can you not die on my parents’ couch?”

“You’re such a great friend, Jeongin,” Ryu deadpanned as she wiped down the counter. “Minseo is such a lucky girl.”

Jeongin turned in his chair to face her, “Hey, if it were Minseo, I wouldn’t--”

His statement was cut off by the sharpness of the bell ringing as the door was thrown open, hitting the wall and shaking the glass. It startled the whole group, all of them jumping -- Jeongin even let out a shriek -- and tensing at the sudden trouble.

But they relaxed when their eyes landed on Jisung’s form, drenched from the rain outside.

Their tension returned quickly when they saw his eyes were full of tears, and his face was tomato red.

Felix studied Jisung with concern, “Jisung? Are you okay?”

Minho, who was leaning up against the counter, stood up and watched his brother continue to stand in the open doorway, “Dude, what happened?”

Jisung sniffled, and in a broken voice, managed to say, “Sh-she dumped me...”

All of their eyes widened. Elsie looked dumbfounded, knowing what it meant to be broken up with by a mate.

Ryu gasped, “No.”

While Jamie felt bad that you and Jisung were apparently no longer together, she didn’t understand why everyone suddenly seemed so...scared. She nudged Changbin, looking at him in confusion, so he brought his lips toward her ear and whispered the explanation of why this was such a big deal.

If you dumped Jisung, it meant he would most likely die. The heartache of being without his mate would slowly kill him until Jisung died within about a month’s time of a broken heart.

“What the hell happened?” Elsie asked, even seeming concerned for him. “I thought you two were like, the perfect ones.”

“Sh-she--” he sniffled as Minho walked over to him to guide him inside the café. “She’s tired of...d-dealing with the a-allergies... She s-said it’s...t-too much...”

The pack had seen how often you had to pop allergy medication, apply eye drops, or jam nasal spray up your nose. They’ve seen the blotchy red patches that would appear on your skin that you had the hardest time trying to not scratch. They could imagine it was difficult to deal with, but they never thought the two of you would break up over it. You always insisted it was something you didn’t mind dealing with.

“Aw, Jisung...” Changbin gave him a sad look, not knowing what to say to make his brother feel better.

“Hey, I have an extra shirt in the back you can change into,” Felix offered before going to the back to get it before Jisung could even reply.

“Yeah, because I’m sure he’s so cold as a werewolf,” Minho mumbled, rolling his eyes as he led his brother over to the table they were lounging at.

“I’ll get you a warm cup of tea,” Ryu told him before starting on the drink despite having cleaned most of the dishes already.

Felix returned from the back and tossed the shirt to Minho, who caught it and handed it to Jisung. He wiped his eyes with the back of his hand before taking the clothing and walking to the bathroom to change.

After closing and locking the door to the one-person bathroom behind him, he let out a breath in a puff and blinked his eyes rapidly. He let out a whine as his legs pressed together, eyes squeezing closed. He just stood there for a moment, feeling the throbbing pain between his legs that he was trying so hard to hide from his brothers and friends.

He felt a buzz from his back pocket and pulled it out to see who it was.

_____😍💕💌: Hope I didn’t knee you too hard!!!!

_____😍💕💌: I’m so sorry love!!!!!!!! 💘💝💗💕

Jisungie 🥰💟✨: They believed me so it was worth it

Jisungie 🥰💟✨: But you definitely owe me

The way the door slammed against the wall as it was thrown open sounded like thunder. You heard frames shake on the walls from the force as your head whipped around from where you sat on the couch, meeting Aeri’s wide eyes.

“What happened?!” she demanded.

She took in your face: black running down your cheeks from your eyes from your makeup running, eyes watery, and nose running. But despite your disheveled state, you replied with, “Where’s Chan?”

“He’s going to check on Jisung,” she told you. “_____, what happened?”

“Oh,” you replied in your normal voice as you began to wipe at your face with your hands, “so I did all this for nothing.”

Aeri’s eyebrows furrowed as she paused to try to make any sense of what you were saying. But when she couldn’t figure anything out, she just asked, “...What?”

You looked up at her from the couch, black smeared across your face and on your hands now, “You can’t tell anyone.”

“Tell anyone what?”

“It’s not real.”

“...What?”

You laughed at your roommate’s confusion, “Jisungie and I decided to pull a prank on the pack since they keep making fun of us for being boring. But he said I could tell you because I’m bad at lying to you.”

“But-- ...Dude, you were just crying!” she pointed out.

You shook your head, “I just got my makeup to run with water, I put eyedrops in my eyes before you showed up, and my nose is from nasal spray. Having allergies comes in handy sometimes.”

Aeri rubbed both hands over her face, trying to make sense of what the hell was going on. This might’ve been one of the dumbest things she ever heard.

Still, she was no snitch.

“Whatever,” she sighed. “I won’t tell anyone.”

You grinned, “Thanks, you’re the best! But who told you?”

“Who didn’t tell us?” she scoffed, going over to sit on the couch with you. “Chan’s phone was blowing up toward the entire end of our date. The whole group chat was talking about it.”

“Where was everyone?”

��I guess most of them were at the café. It was just Seungmin and Chan who didn’t know what happened.”

“And where were you guys?” you wondered, wanting to know what their date entailed.

“Movie and dinner,” she shrugged. “Standard date stuff. He wanted to be cliché and cheesy, but then we had to rush home.”

As she gave you a pointed look, you shrunk back into the couch, “Sorry...”

“How do you think you’ll pull this off, by the way?” Aeri questioned. “You really are a bad liar, and I know the guys and everyone are gonna ask a lot of questions. They’re probably gonna wanna come see you.”

“Nobody wants to bother a sad and distraught girl,” you pointed out. “I can avoid them...probably...”

“And how are you gonna fake Jisung’s death?”

You looked at her like she was growing three heads, “His what?”

Aeri blinked at you for a moment, “Did you forget that part, or...?”

As if on cue, it hit you. She saw the realization all over your face and nodded slowly as you turned away to rethink all of your choices. You’d forgotten all about that part.

“I don’t know how long you plan on keeping this prank up,” she told you, “but you two really need better planning skills.”

“I mean...he’s a good actor,” you shrugged, more so trying to convince yourself than anything else. “I’m sure he’ll figure something out.”

“So...how do I fake my own death?”

You let out a sigh, your hopes that your boyfriend would be able to come up with that answer on his own now shattered. You figured he’d know more about that since he was the werewolf here, but apparently nobody knew how to progress this fabricated breakup.

“How long do we have?” you asked him with a shrug.

“Takes like...a month, I think,” he replied with a shrug of his own. “I don’t know, I’ve never been denied before. And clearly nobody in the pack has experienced it -- Seungmin’s been the closest but that pain in the ass is still kicking.”

You did have to admit, though, it was kind of exciting sneaking around to meet up with Jisung. The two of you were standing together behind one of the farthest buildings on campus to make sure you wouldn’t be caught. And in case Jisung did sense anybody coming, your car was parked in the lot not too far away so you could easily run over and jump in, and Jisung could play the role of heartbroken lover following his ex-girlfriend around like a lovesick puppy.

You could at least plan out some things, but faking a death wasn’t one of them.

“How does it work?” you questioned.

“I’m basically supposed to just be really depressed,” he shrugged. “I think Chan said I’m gonna wither away or something.”

You nodded slowly, thinking it over before announcing, “I have no idea how to fake that.”

“Yeah, me neither.”

“You’d think one of us would be the brains of this operation.”

“We share a braincell,” Jisung grinned as if that fact was a good thing.

You ignored him, saying, “I guess you should just act depressed. Don’t leave the house; don’t do anything.”

He frowned, “But I have school!”

“Since when has school meant that much to you?”

“Well I’m not trying to get out of a month’s worth of classes! _____, I’ll get kicked out!”

He did have a point.

You let out a defeated sigh and let your forehead hit his shoulder as you closed your eyes, “This is a lot more difficult than I thought.”

“Pranks aren’t that hard,” he chuckled, patting your back comfortingly, “we just happened to plan one that is.”

“What if we just admit to them it was a prank before you die?”

“But I wanted to do that on my deathbed. Y’know, be dramatic. Bring Hyunjin in real close and then choke out, ‘Gotcha,’ before I pass away.”

That got a laugh out of you that made Jisung laugh too. You lifted your head to look at him, shaking your head, “You’re definitely something else.”

Pretending to be heartbroken for the last week was pretty easy. You didn’t really see any of the wolves, and the girls only really reached out through texts. Sam had said she didn’t want to press for details until you were ready, but she hoped you were doing okay. Ryu sent you a small bouquet of flowers signed from her, Elsie, Minho, and Seungmin -- but knowing Ryu, you knew the flowers were definitely all her idea. Chan sent his condolences through Aeri because he knew she was your best friend and he didn’t want to bother you. Minseo did take the time to track you down on campus, which was very nerve-wracking because you didn’t really talk to her -- she was very sweet but you hardly knew her -- and you were not prepared at all to speak to any of the mates. She gave you a hug and said to reach out if you needed anything at all. You tugged your hood further down your head and nodded quickly before making your escape.

For the most part, you avoided the pack altogether. You didn’t have any classes with them, and they never bothered you at your house. Besides, you were usually in your room after classes doing homework or studying, so if anyone did come over, they never saw you. There were a couple times that Changbin or Chan had stopped by, either to check on you or to hang out with Aeri. You heard them talking but stayed silent in your room, working diligently on homework.

But finally, something happened that you were expecting to happen eventually. Knowing now that dumping Jisung would cause him to literally die from heartbreak -- well, if you really dumped him -- you figured the pack would want to try to talk to you and convince you to take him back to save their brother’s life. And of course, the one who volunteered was the alpha himself.

“Uh, yeah,” Aeri said when Chan asked to speak to you himself, “let me just go check on her first. Y’know, let her be a bit more presentable. Poor girl’s been a mess since everything happened.”

Your eyes widened and you quickly looked away from the door that you were staring at in horror, dipping your head down until your nose was practically touching your notebook. There were two knocks before Aeri opened the door enough to slip inside before shutting it.

“Hey, _____,” her voice was calm and soothing, and you turned slowly to look at her, fear in your eyes.

“Look, I know you probably don’t want to talk about...him,” she continued as she quickly gestured for you to get in bed. You closed up your homework and jumped into bed as she helped you tighten your hood around your face. Then she had you lay down under the blankets and roll over to face the wall away from the door, all while talking to you like she wasn’t helping you prank her own boyfriend, “but Chan really wants to speak to you about what happened. You don’t have to talk if you don’t want to -- he completely understands. He just wants to talk to you for a few minutes. I’ll be right here if you need anything, okay?”

She gave your head a quick pat before getting off of the bed and going to let her boyfriend in. Chan stepped inside the room quietly, eyes looking around the room to see it was still just as pristine as you always kept your bedroom. But he did notice papers and notebooks scattered across your desk, which was very unlike you. He let out a sad sigh, thinking you must be as torn up as Jisung.

“Hey, _____,” his voice was soft and careful, and you almost jumped hearing it. But you kept your eyes trained on the wall. “How’re you doing?”

When he was met with silence, he gave Aeri a sad look. She just pursed her lips and shrugged, looking back at your sad form.

Chan looked back at you again and took a step forward, “Listen... I don’t want to... Ah, how do I word this?

“I can’t...imagine how it must feel to put up with-- No, uh...deal with what you do,” he began, choosing his words as carefully as he could. It kind of made you feel bad for tricking him like this when he was trying so hard to articulate his thoughts as perfectly as he could manage. “I don’t want you to think I’m trying to like, guilt you or pressure you or anything, but... _____...I don’t know if you know anything about denying a werewolf when they’ve imprinted on you. If you don’t, I don’t want to tell you and make you feel bad or feel like you have to do anything, but I also don’t want to keep that information from you and hurt you further. So...”

He slowly looked to Aeri, wondering what he should do.

She looked at him with wide, confused eyes, “What?”

“Should I tell her?” he asked.

Obviously, knowing what she knew, she knew it didn’t matter if he told you or not. But she had to pretend this was all real and put some actual thought into it.

“I mean...considering the circumstances...” she shrugged.

“Is that a yes?”

“Okay, well if I dumped you and didn’t find out you were going to kick the bucket--”

“Okay, okay,” he held a hand up to her and turned back to you. “_____...the truth is...Jisung will...quiet literally...die without you.”

You laid there, wondering if you should react some way. But you were a bad actress and didn’t want to blow your cover, either.

When you didn’t move or make any noise, Chan’s eyebrows furrowed. Maybe you just didn’t care anymore? But that seemed so unlike you. He saw how in love you and Jisung were. There was no way you could already detach yourself from him like that, right?

He let out a sigh, shaking his head and looking down at the floor, “Maybe you don’t care, and you don’t have to. You’re not his mate anymore, so I don’t expect you to care, and I don’t expect you to do anything. But...I’ve seen you and Jisung together. I’ve seen how much you loved and cared about each other, and I know he still does feel that way toward you -- he always will. I don’t want to tell you to go back to him; I just wanted to ask if maybe you’d think about it. I...don’t want my brother to die.”

Hearing Chan’s voice break at the end made your heart hurt. And he could hear that in the way your heartbeat sped up. He at least got some sort of reaction out of you.

His eyes were filling with tears, and he quickly wiped them away as he sniffled, “Ugh, sorry. Okay, that’s all I wanted. I’ll leave you alone now.”

Even Aeri started to feel bad, going over to him and wrapping her arms around his shoulders from the side, “Babe, don’t cry.”

“Ah!” he let out an embarrassed laugh as he looked up at the ceiling, trying to get the tears to go back the way they came. “I’m trying not to!”

“C’mon,” she led him out of the room and closed the door.

You sat up and could hear their talking become more and more muffled as they walked away. God, you felt so guilty.

You went back to your desk and grabbed your phone, going to your texts with Jisung.

_____😍💕💌: Chan just CRIED to me over you

_____😍💕💌: Should we just give this up? I feel so guilty (*╯^╰)

_____😍💕💌: I didn’t want to make anyone cry

You set your phone in your lap with a sigh, staring down at your desk. The whole point if this prank was to get Jisung’s brothers to stop teasing him. You never wanted to actually emotionally hurt anyone.

Your phone vibrated and you held it up to see his response.

Jisungie 🥰💟✨: I’ve had to listen to that big baby cry over me dying for like a week and a half

Jisungie 🥰💟✨: If I have to hear it, so do you