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aishiohs · 19 hours ago
all that time, wasted.
member: han jisung (skz) , wc: 274 , genre: angst
you felt your eyes water and lower lip start trembling as you faced jisung, who's own eyes were wide open, a phone clutched in his hand.
"i think... i think im just going to go now," you whispered, pushing the slightly open door more open with your palm.
"y/n wait! please!"
and it's those three words that compel you to turn around and start running. just pure flight. you had no idea where you were going, but you just wanted to get away.
away from the words you had just overheard jisung say into his phone.
annoying. leech. too loud. too stupid to get a good grade.
out of my league.
there were pounding footsteps of a boy behind you, the keychains on his backpack crashing together to make horrible jingling noises.
"y/n! please, i'm telling you! wait!"
and wait you didn't. for the first time in your life you felt like you were the fastest person on earth, running out of the school, past the playground, past the old apartment complexes and farther and farther away from the sounds of jingling keychains.
you wiped your eyes as you ran, stray tears running down your cheeks and falling into the crevices' of your dimples. four years of friendship. countless days of lended geography homework. months of extra time after school spent at the gaming café. seconds of time you spent stargazing. days where you didn't have to see each other in a week to still talk like you were never apart.
you stopped at a corner store, plopping down into a chair and dragged a hoodie sleeve across your face.
all that time, wasted.
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basicallywhiterice · a day ago
lunar (han jisung)
jisung x reader. fluff, established relationship. 191 words.
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Some days, you can’t tell if Jisung is the moon or the stars.
“Look,” he marvels, pointing to the heavens with one hand as the other rests on your shoulder. “So many stars, and the moon is so bright, and yet none of them can even begin to compare with your beauty.”
“Goodness,” you roll your eyes, fighting back a blush. “You’re insufferable.”
He merely glances over and presses a kiss to your forehead. “Must I be treated so harshly for telling the truth?”
“Go back to stargazing,” you whine, placing your hand on his cheek and half-heartedly pushing him. “You make me nervous when you stare.”
“I can’t help it, I just want to appreciate my love.” It’s your turn to glance over, gaze all but melting into heart eyes, and you swear that the constellations in his eyes outshine the ones in the sky a million times over. “They all pale in comparison to you, darling, and I would love nothing more than to admire you for the rest of time.”
Under the wide expanse of the midnight sky, you reach out and cradle the moon in your hands.
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dalamjisung · a day ago
Rhythm & Rhyme Masterlist
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poet!jisung x musician!reader
summary: Han Jisung is someone everyone knows; always joking, always laughing, always writing. His poems are famous around campus– sometimes he hands them out on small pieces of paper; sometimes you can see them on the walls, colorful and bright (even though he swears that’s not on him!); and sometimes he makes them just for someone. Anyone. Y/N is someone that some people know, and some don’t. She prefers it that way— it’s easier. So when she’s forced to take a Poetry class to complete her humanities credits, she finds herself stuck in her own nightmare: vulnerability. Apparently, a good poem tells a lot. And she doesn’t really have a lot she wants to say.
update schedule: Every Monday :D
❤️ chapter one : a bit harder for some
❤️chapter two
❤️chapter three
❤️chapter four
❤️chapter five
❤️chapter six
❤️chapter seven
❤️chapter eight
❤️chapter nine
❤️chapter ten
❤️chapter eleven
❤️chapter twelve
❤️chapter thirteen
❤️chapter fourteen
❤️chapter fifteen
❤️chapter sixteen
hi lovelies! I am so overwhelmed with the beautiful response I had before, and I am really, really excited to share this new story with you all! Changbin’s story was every bit intense as I’d hope but now it’s time to move on and know more about our favorite squirrel, Han Jisung! Also: there are timeline plot-holes and for that I apologize! Because Bang Chan’s story is an older version than the others, there was a mixup with the timeline of all the following stories, so truly, I am sorry! Thank you for your love and constant support!
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lustfuldevils · 2 months ago
Stray Kids Reaction: They are obsessed with how thick and plump their s/o is. ~smut version
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Thank you for requesting honey! This one was ooof, yesss! Thank you for being patient with me! Enjoyyyy
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Bang Chan:
Chan watched with hazy eyes as you slowly moved on his lap. It was one of those nights where he just wanted to loosen up and drink a little, get a little faded. He didn’t know what was this feeling but he knew he wanted nothing more than to ruin you at this moment.
You had got so comfortable and chose to sit on his lap as both of you smoked. He licked his lips while his hands slid up your thick thighs, this comfortable weight on him turned him on immensely. Even in jeans, your chunky thighs looked lovely. They seemed to accentuate them even more than usual.
He leaned in to press his lips against your throat, inhaling your sweet scent that seems to overwhelm the heady scent of the weed. His tongue spread along your skin, hands sliding into the back pockets trying to grip would they could before he pulled up higher on his lap. A grunt emitting from his throat as he sucked in your skin.
“Chan..” You whispered.
He didn’t let up; he felt like he needed more of you. Needed to feel more of this plush thickness between his fingers. Fuck you were divine.
Chan used his fingers to tug the zipper down your hoodie, kissing down to your collarbones and trailing his kisses to your left shoulder. Once he felt he had enough to work with, he gripped your hips, inching his sneaky fingers underneath your hoodie to feel your bare sides.
The heat of your tummy making him give you a squeeze in delight.
He guided your hips to grind on him; he was aching in his sweats and the friction given was enough to make him greedier. Chan pulled away to look up at you, smirking.
"Can I eat you out?" He whispered, fingers slowly inching to undo the front of your jeans.
He carefully laid you on your back, hooking his fingers immediately into your jeans and panties to pull them off. You knew Chan could do more than just rap good flow, the man could eat pussy like it was his job as well. The thing is that; he fucking loved it too.
It was always the sight of your chunky thighs pressed together, accentuating the thickness of your pussy that had him going feral.
"For fuck's sake..~" He groaned.
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Minho watched as you sucked on his dick, lips glistening and sticky with saliva. His middle and ring finger teased your wet slit with careful strokes, using his middle finger to even tease your swollen clit and circle around it.
A little extra lube wasn't going to hurt anyone and he loves when it's sloppy, being able to slide into your tight pussy with no hesitation just to watch you become a complete mess. "Fuck, you're so messy princess. This all the lube you're gonna get, so make it sloppy." It was a sight he wouldn't change for the world though. Your chubby cheeks full, lips glossy and throat filled with his cock, he softly smacked your cheek.
"My greedy princess, nothing but my cock on your mind huh?" He moaned lowly as he pulled his cock out, strands of saliva clinging to the tip. He smacked your clit before sliding his fingers back into your tight pussy, the squelch making his dick throb. He only pulled out when he realized how needy you were becoming.
Your eyes were so glossy and even a bit of your mascara made your eyes look hazy with lust. "Such a fucking cockslut. My fingers must not be enough then, hm? You need something bigger to fill you up."
You nodded your head, dumbly. "I can't believe how beautiful you always look when you're like this." He pulled away, pulling your body with him as he was now between your legs. "Jesus...let me feel you princess." Minho sunk into you slowly, moaning.
"You're such a good girl. Took that all in your tight little pussy. Aren't you impressed with yourself? Keep this up and I just might make you a mommy."
His words made you moan, such a delight to his ears.
"That's right...I meant that."
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"Besides, I don’t see why he wouldn't like the soundtrack, he’s too caught up in the old-school melodies. Definitely, not a bad thing but when you're working with adults who are more on the rough wild side of music- it’s just annoying when a certain track doesn't fit for him when he’s not the one coming up with lyrics..” Chan laughed as he agreed. 
 Changbin raised his head up as he watched you enter the studio, flashing a small smile over at you. What a perfect time for you to enter because, if he said another damn word then he would have said some shit and he really wasn't one to say much, sometimes.
“Mm, hey babe.” He greeted.
You waved at him as you closed the door behind yourself, setting your bag on the couch and walking over to him. “Hi Chan, sorry to interrupt the conversation!”
“No! It’s all good, I was actually about to go since I have some more tracks to work on. One day that man is going to drive me insane, not accepting my tracks.” He rolled his eyes in annoyance then waved. “It was nice seeing you though, ___. Come spend some time with us soon okay? Bye Changbin.” 
“Bye, Hyung.” Both of you waved till the call ended. Changbin looked at you as he leaned back in his chair, spreading his legs. “You know the drill.” He smirked and pat both his thighs. 
You climbed on his lap and he instantly wrapped his arms around your sides, pulling you close to him. He pressed his face against your boobs, hands landing on your soft ass to grab. “I guess it’s a good thing that you wore shorts, they'll be easier to put back on after we're done.” Your hands rubbed his arms, giving the firm muscle of his biceps a soft squeeze.
“Done with what Changbin?" You tried to be innocent, but you knew exactly what he meant.
"How about I just show you?" He nuzzled his face against your breast, sighing heavily. You were so warm, so pliant in his arms. He didn't know what he did in his last life to deserve such a sweetie like you but he definitely wasn't complaining. He needed to feel you against him, bare. He needed to sink his fingers into you and grip any and all that he could in his hands. This thickness that you were blessed with, he needed to feel it.
"You can show me." You laughed as you reached up to pull his cap off, tossing it to the side.
"I am, let's get these fuckin' shorts off first though." He chuckled.
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After another gaming session, Hyunjin found himself wanted you immensely after those heavy intense rounds. A terrible defeat, he should’ve known you would beat his ass multiple times. You were too good and with how cute you were beside him, things weren't getting easier for him.
As he leaned back in his spot, he groaned lowly and looked over at you.
“I forgot to mention that your skirt is really cute.” He reached over to softly toy with the end, setting his controller down to lean over and press a kiss to your cheek.
“Thank you.” You mumbled as you set your controller down as well before leaking closer to him, his lips pressing against your cheek once more. “You’re welcome.” He whispered as his long fingers slid higher up your skirt.
“You should sit on my face.”
Turning your head to face him, you stared into his eyes for any falsehood but he stared at you seriously.
“Right now.” He stood up from his spot and held his hand out. You took it and stood up, brushing down your skirt. Hyunjin led you to his bedroom where he made himself comfortable as soon as he laid in the bed. You wasted no time climbing the bed yourself. “Should I take my skirt off first?”
“Nah, leave it on. Take the panties off though.”
You slipped your panties off with a playful laugh. He then raised his arms up as he helped you straddle his face, groaning as he was met with your pussy.
"The skirt isn't the only thing that got me going, it was definitely the fact that you wore one of my tops as a crop top. Means you're comfortable around me, right? Showing more and allowing me to praise more.." He whispered before pulling you down, sliding his tongue along your slit. His hands gripped your thighs, squeezing the thickness of them then trailing his hands up higher, pushing your skirt up in the progress.
"Y-yeah. You make me feel so pretty Hyunjin.."
His tongue swirled around your clit, solely focusing on your delicate bud. A groan spilling as your fingers gripped his long hair, strands hanging between each finger.
"Fuck, you don't know how sexy it is hearing you say that to me.." He whispered as he pressed small kisses against your inner left thigh. "You're so pretty baby, so pretty and all mine.." His hands slipped underneath your top to squeeze your soft squishy sides.
"Gonna fuck you silly tonight.~"
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Jisung expected the pajamas to look good on you but he didn't expect for them to look that good on you. Part of him was nervous that maybe you wore the matching panties and part of him was excited. At the moment, you looked nervous, and he softly chuckled as he shook some hair away from his face.
"You know you can get comfortable right? It's just you and me."
You nodded your head with a shy smile and dragged the long pajama bottoms down, revealing the matching bottoms, it was such an innocent gesture on your part but Jisung was flustered. Damn near drooling and he swore he didn't mean to stare, but it was difficult not to.
"Sometimes I just don't like wearing pants, I hope that's okay with you."
"Of course, I said to get comfortable babe."
He took in every little curve and dip, the texture of your skin, and the little things that you had been hiding. Gulping, he climbed into the bed as he watched you fold your bottoms before climbing into the bed yourself.
"C'mere." He mumbled and pat his thighs, wanting you to straddle him and you did, no inch of hesitation. You wanted to be closer, anyway.
An inaudible sigh slipped as he placed his hands on your love handles, feeling you jolt at just how cold his hands were. "Sorry.." He whispered, trying to warm his hands up by the heat of your body. Jisung stares up at you, smiling slightly before his eyes lowered down to your lips.
You wrapped your arms around his neck, leaning in to kiss him with sweet intimacy. He pulls you tight against him, kissing back deeply. Your lips were like candy, so sweet and addicting. Slow kisses turned into heavy ones, his tongue slid against yours, teeth nibbling what he could.
His hands are touching and gripping all that he could in such a greedy manner, you would have thought he would have gotten used to all of you but he wasn't. He felt like everything about you was just a treat that he couldn't get enough of.
The tension was growing as he guided your clothed cunt over his dick, his hands gripping your panties to tug them up so that they were tight between your ass cheeks. It was so tight up against your clit that the friction only increased.
A whimpering little mess you were as his hands squeezed both plush cheeks in his palms, nothing but your sounds filled his bedroom and as much as he loved the idea of others hearing you. He wanted your noises to himself.
He pulled away from the kiss to whisper breathlessly, "Gotta keep quiet for me care bear...fuck...keep quiet, and I'll fuck this pretty pussy." He softly spanked your left ass cheek. "Can you do that for me...?'
He loves the way you obey him. "Be good for Sungie baby and I'll give you want you want.."
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It was the soft pink on your skin that made him grow hard in his pants, the sight of your bare body that made his hands grip into fists as he itched to touch you.
"You know I love when you wear pink." Felix almost bucked his hips, admiring how your plush ass made the pink lace thong disappear. How he was able to take in your squishy sides and natural rolls and stretch marks. This man couldn't take physically take not touching you anymore and whimpered when he felt like you were standing in your spot a little too fucking long.
As he scooted up in his seat, he grabbed your hips, immediately pressed his lips against your spine and trailing his kisses down. His hands massaged your rolls softly as if you were fragile. He groaned in satisfaction, sliding his hands to the front to squeeze your tummy.
It was almost a shame how hard he already was, leaking precum in his boxers just at the sight of you. Your breasts were so nicely cupped by the bra, his mind lewdly resorted to him wanting to fuck them.
He wanted to squeeze them in his hands and fuck them, watch you stick your tongue out to get a taste of him. That view was mouthwatering but right now, he wanted to focus on you.
"God, you're're ethereal."
"Thank you Felix.." You were flustered, very flustered and he could tell. He trailed his lips lower until he could kiss the band of your thong, parting his lips then tugging the panties with teeth then releasing it to snap back against your skin.
"I want you to ride my thigh until you cum." He pulled you down on his right thigh and softly grabbed your hand, guiding it to his bulge.
"Mm and please allow me to cum with you..please.~"
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Poor puppy was infatuated with you and he didn't really feel like letting you go at the moment. He's needy and it's affecting him in a way that gets him clingy. He's pulling this shy card on you to stray you away from the fact that he wants to touch you in a not-so-innocent manner.
He tried to take his mind off it but you were looking at him, smirking and you even had the nerve to flash a playful smile like he wouldn't pull you away to fuck you.
No, actually just because of that look he'd want to tease you, touch and squeeze your body while fucking those chunky thighs of yours. Slide his cock against your cunt just to make you beg, fuck he'd love to hear you beg right now.
"Seungmin, you okay?" You asked and he nodded his head, smiling innocently.
"Mhm, I'm okay. Could you come here though and check something?"
You walked over to where he was sitting and watched as he slid back, exposing the faint outline of his dick. You softly placed your hand against the side of his neck.
"I see the problem."
"Yeah, I would hope so but are you willing to fix it?"
You squeezed his neck.
"I am actually."
"Good, because if you stood there any longer looking at me the way that you did then I would have pulled you away myself. It wouldn't have been pretty either." He slid his hand between your thick thighs, squeezing the one closest to him. "Was that a sort of threat?"
"Mm no, a threat would be me not letting you cum but because you're so gorgeous and you're wearing these tight leggings, I might just have to give you whatever you want."
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Jeongin hid his face in the side of your neck, grinning hard. "I can't believe you sent me that."
You tilted your head back against his shoulder, laughing. "I'm sorry? Should I have given you a warning before sending it?"
He wrapped his arms around your sides. "I..-yes. No, yes. Love, I'm stumbling over my words right now." He was embarrassed, nothing could have prepared him to see the picture of you. You were growing more comfortable and confident around him and receiving a picture of you in a sweater that hung off one of your shoulders, and some thigh highs. It was a mirror picture and he shouldn't have stared at it as long as he had but there was no turning away from it.
You were peeking and spilling out in the hottest way, showing more skin and thickness than before. It was sinful.
"You're adorable."
He shook his head against your shoulder. "You can't call me adorable when I’m rocking a hard-on and thinking about things I shouldn't be thinking at this moment."
"Oh? But, you're not afraid to text lewd things to me."
He squeezed your tummy softly. "You're right but if I open my mouth and let these lewd things come on, I'm not stopping until you're rubbing your thighs together. Meaning..." You raised your hand up immediately.
"I'll be good but after I ask, did you notice I was wearing the anklet you gave me?"
"I noticed..."
"Quite possessive of you when I already have you around my neck. Guess you thought about doing it while I ride-" Jeongin covered your mouth with his hand.
"I'll be good!"
"Fine, fine. You can be good but I'm not." He mumbled lowly.
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mxxndreams · 20 days ago
Let You Love Me
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❥ pairing: han jisung x female reader ❥ genre: one-shot, fluff, angst, coworkers to lovers, slowburn, hospital!au ❥ warnings: mentions of cheating, mentions of food, there's a slap, not medically accurate, let me know if I'm missing something ❥ word count: 17.8k ❥ winning drabble of my first-ever weekend event! title submitted by @hannie-squirrel00 (thank you for participating!) ❥ summary: After dealing with a terrible breakup, you were finding it hard to let Jisung into your heart. ❥ A/N: Hello, how are you today? I didn't expect this one-shot to turn out this long, but here we are. The part in italic is the excerpt I shared during the weekend event. It's slightly different from the original one, but I kept most of it the same. Please, like/reblog this if you enjoy reading it and let me know your thoughts through an ask, if you feel like it; I am always appreciative of your feedback! As always, happy reading!
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Jisung walked the hospital corridors, a cup of espresso in his hand. He drank it as he walked, never wasting time. He took the elevator to the cardiology floor, watching as people left and entered it. Some were happy, others were devastated. Some had probably spent the night here, while others were ready to spend their time here. The elevator stopped on the pediatric floor, the neurology floor and finally, it reached Jisung’s floor. He chugged the rest of his coffee and as he exited, threw the paper cup in the bin, celebrating his perfect landing with a silent cheer.
“Someone’s happy today,” Seungmin stated from his desk, barely lifting his eyes from the computer screen.
“I have every right to be.” Jisung fixed his white coat, making sure his name was visible and leaned on the counter, peaking at what Seungmin was doing. The nurse sighed and looked at Jisung, fixing his glasses calmly.
“Minho’s already here. You should go and let me do my job.”
“Here?” Jisung checked the watch on his wrist. He thought he still had a couple of minutes before the briefing. “Already? I thought I was early today…”
“You should go, then. You don’t want to make him angry…” There was some irony in his voice that Jisung recognized too well. He wasn’t eager to hear Lee Minho yell at him about his lack of professionalism. That put him and everyone else in a bad mood.
“I doubt I’ll be the last one to arrive today…”
“You’re always the last one to arrive, Jisung. Always.”
“Well,” he sighed and leaned away from the desk, fixing his coat again. “I hope you’ll regret your words today.”
“That’s unlikely. Now go.” Seungmin gestured with his hand for Jisung to leave and he reluctantly did.
The elevator behind him opened and out of curiosity, Jisung stopped and turned around, seeing someone walk closer to Seungmin, smiling brightly.
“Good morning,” she greeted. She wore a coat just like Jisung, but he had never seen her here. Maybe she was from a different department. “I… hm…”
Jisung considered turning his back and walking to where he was supposed to go, but curiosity got the best of him. He leaned on one of the windowsills nearby, hands on his pockets and listened to the conversation discreetly. This was certainly better than whatever Minho had to say. At least, Jisung hoped that.
“What’s your name?” Seungmin asked in his drained voice. To Jisung, he always sounded tired.
“I’m doctor Y/L/N. I was told to be present at today’s morning briefing.”
Jisung’s eyes looked straight at her. Now that he took a better look at her, he understood where he knew her from. It wasn’t from this hospital, it was from the prestige and success of her career, the success rate she had with her patients.
“One second.” Seungmin dialled a number on the phone and fixed his glasses. “Yes, doctor Lee, a doctor named…”
“Y/L/N,” you added, smiling and he nodded, unbothered.
“A doctor named Y/L/N is here saying she was asked to be present at the morning briefing… Yes…” Seungmin glanced around the space and sighed. “No, I cannot leave my desk. There’s no one else here… I understand…”
Jisung cleared his throat and walked back to the desk, scratching the back of his neck. Seungmin finished his call and looked at Jisung, rolling his eyes.
“Weren’t you supposed to be at the morning briefing already?”
“I was,” Jisung confirmed and extended a hand to the woman next to him, smiling charmingly. “I couldn’t help but overhear your exchange. I’m Han Jisung, I’m a cardiologist.”
She extended her hand and shook it, studying Jisung’s expression. “Y/N Y/L/N. Cardiologist.”
“Nice to meet you,” Jisung kept a smile on his lips, but never saw one in hers. When she let go of his hand, he pointed to the corridor behind him. “I was on my way to the morning briefing. I could take you there.”
“I’d appreciate that.” She turned to look at Seungmin who watched the scene with arms crossed and glanced at the plaque on his chest. “Thank you for your help, Nurse Kim Seungmin.”
Seungmin quickly fixed his posture on his chair and smiled at her. This was the first time Jisung saw a reaction on him that wasn’t boredom.
“You’re welcome, doctor…?” He was surprised and somewhat confused.
“Here to help you in all of your medical needs, doctor Y/L/N.” Seungmin stood up from his chair and extended her a hand, shaking it excitedly.
Instead of answering, she turned to look at Jisung and pointed to the corridor behind him. “Is it that way?”
“Yes, it…” She fixed the bag on her shoulder and started to walk, not waiting for Jisung to join her. He raised an eyebrow, confused.
“I like her,” Seungmin sat back down, satisfied with the interaction. “She’s nice.”
“Is she, though?” Jisung asked, still appalled she hadn’t waited for him. “She’ll get lost, you know? She should’ve waited for me.”
“Well, I’m sure a woman like her can find her way around the hospital. If she gets lost, she can always rely on me.”
Jisung rolled his eyes and walked away from Seungmin, still looking at him. “Guess I’m not the last one to arrive today.”
“She’ll get there faster than you. I’m betting on her,” he was going back to his unbothered state, eyes fixed on the computer screen in front of him.
“You’ll pay tomorrow’s drinks at the bar if I win,” Jisung challenged, a grin on his face.
“Go do your job. Save her from an angry Lee Minho. We’ll discuss that later.”
Jisung assented and entered the corridor at a fast pace, seeing the doctor from earlier in the distance, glancing from side to side, looking for the right room to enter.
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This hospital was different from the one you used to work at, and you were sure it would take you some time to get used to it. The corridors here were slimmer, shorter in length and each room seemed smaller as well. However, this hospital was filled with natural lighting. There were multiple windows, some to the city outside, others to the patio inside the hospital where a couple of patients walked accompanied by nurses.
Still, this hospital didn’t have something your old place had: your ex-fiancé. Here, you could freely walk the corridors and enter the different rooms and you wouldn’t run into him. Here, you could go to the cafeteria and have a meal in peace and quiet, without having to see him in the distance, surrounded by his coworkers, laughing at something you once had laughed at with him.
You hoped this would mark a new beginning for you, one where you had a clean slate to write your story once again, where you wouldn’t have to answer awkward questions that only brought you pain.
After walking for a while, you finally found the room where the morning briefing would take place. The head of the department, Lee Minho, was already speaking to a small group of doctors. You entered the room under his stern gaze, and you bowed respectfully to him, before seating down. A few moments later, Jisung entered as well, and Lee Minho met him with the same gaze as he did to you.
“Late again, Han Jisung? How many times do I need to remind you that punctuality is important? Do you have no respect for your patients?”
“First of all,” Jisung smiled brightly at Lee Minho, “good morning to all of you, yes Minho, that includes you. Second of all, I was here right on time, this time. But… I decided to help doctor Y/L/N since she was quite lost. Our hospital can be confusing to some…”
You chuckled. You hadn’t been lost. You found the room on your own. And you were both late.
At the sound of your name, all faces in the room turned to look at you. Some were shocked, others surprised, but most were confused. You too were confused as to what kind of department was this and what kind of Doctor Han Jisung was. You couldn’t take him seriously for some reason.
“Ah yes,” Lee Minho sighed and turned on the lights of the room, the projection fading from view. “We have a new doctor in our department. Doctor Y/L/N. She is a very talented cardiologist and she’ll be working with us from now on.”
You bowed politely at everyone, avoiding thinking about what kind of questions they had. You were almost certain that there were a lot, but you just hoped that the people at this hospital wouldn’t know about your personal life.
“I look forward to work with you all,” you said after a while, trying to force out a smile. Now you knew what annoyed you in Jisung, he smiled too easily. You wished you had that, so you could smile through the constant pain you had been under recently.
“We look forward to working with you as well,” Lee Minho stated and clapped once, glancing at the small crowd in front of him. “I am sure someone will take you on a tour around the hospital. Maybe Jisung?”
“Sure,” he smiled and glanced at you. You avoided his gaze and crossed your arms, taking in a deep breath.
“Great then,” Lee Minho turned off the lights again and walked to the projection on the wall. “We’ll continue our meeting and afterwards, you can check the board to know your service for the week.”
The meeting lasted for a couple of minutes. You grabbed your notebook and took notes that you found relevant, from the information Lee Minho was sharing with you. Jisung did the same by your side, taking notes and doodling as well, occasionally asking questions that either annoyed the head of the department or that took him by surprise.
“There’s a chance they’ll cut our budget again,” Lee Minho announced, and everyone gave a collected disappointed sigh.
“For what?” Jisung asked irritated, not smiling for the first time. “What about the budget of the administration? They haven’t cut that one in years! We’re the ones that are always suffering.”
“That is a question that is out of my control, Jisung,” Lee Minho said solemnly. “Out of our control.”
You sighed and lifted your arm, Lee Minho pointing at you to give you a chance to speak. “I agree with what doctor Han is saying.”
“Jisung,” he whispered to you. “You can call me Jisung. No need to call me doctor Han.”
You ignored him and continued. “Even if the budget is out of our control, we should be able to express our concerns to the administration. And maybe work on a collective budget with other departments.”
There was a collective laugh in the room as if saying that you were ridiculous for even suggesting that. People shook their heads, but you didn’t let it get to you.
“At the hospital I used to work at-“
“You’re working here now, doctor Y/L/N.” Lee Minho’s voice was harsh, and his gaze even more grave. “Whatever you did there doesn’t matter now. Jisung will work on filling you in on how things work around here.”
“I understand.”
For the rest of the meeting, you barely paid any attention. You had to control your urge to raise your arm and share your thoughts and perspective, since most of them either started with at the hospital I worked at, or at my old job, and you didn’t want to see people laughing at your face once again.
Once was enough for you to learn the lesson. Once was enough for you to not do it again.
— 💙 —
When the meeting ended, you stayed behind. You told Jisung you’d like to have a word with Lee Minho before you went on your tour, so he stayed outside of the room, waiting for you. As always, curiosity took the best of him, and he overheard your conversation with the head of the department.
You were always polite, but too opinionated for Minho’s taste. He dismissed you as soon as you mentioned your old place.
“You are here now, doctor Y/L/N.” Minho had little patience in his voice. “You should adapt to our rules. I understand you want what’s best for the patients, but there is little I can do.”
“He just doesn’t want to move his ass,” Jisung mumbled under his breath, greeting a passing nurse with a smile.
The only reason why Minho was still the head of the department was not that he was the best for the job, it was because he was the easiest to control and keep in line with the administration.
When you left the room, Jisung could tell you were livid. You took a deep breath and looked at him, studying his expression.
“Just know that I agree with you,” he said when your eyes met. “Minho is…”
“Incompetent.” You did not hold back, Jisung thought, surprised. “Do you not collaborate between departments here?”
“Only when it’s strictly necessary.” Jisung leaned away from the wall and smiled at you. “Let’s go. I’ll show you around the hospital.”
“Let’s hope I don’t get lost again,” you said sarcastically, walking next to Jisung.
“I’ll make sure you won’t. I am just warning you right now that you are not on Minho’s good side.”
“I didn’t come here to be on anyone’s good side,” there was a sad look in your eyes as you said it, Jisung noticed. Whatever had caused your transfer to this hospital, it was something that wasn’t good, or at least didn’t bring you any happiness.
Still, Jisung didn’t dare to ask you for your reasonings. He barely knew you except that you excelled at your job and held strongly to your values, and that he wished to get to know you.
The two of you walked to the front desk again where Seungmin was standing over a couple of documents. He lifted his eyes to greet you and Jisung, fixing his glasses as he smiled.
“How did it go?” He asked, a teasing smile on his lips. “Who pays for the drinks?”
“I didn’t get there first,” Jisung admitted, slightly defeated. “I guess that means I’ll pay.”
“Will doctor Y/L/N join us?” Seungmin asked, gesturing with a pen at you.
You stood with your arms crossed, looking at the panel with the different floors and what department was on which. Jisung glanced at you, looking at your focused expression, as you mumbled the words under your breath. He shrugged and turned back at Seungmin.
“I’m not sure,” he shrugged. “Why don’t you ask her?”
“You should be the one asking. You’re her coworker.”
“So are you!” Jisung remarked. “Besides, you were the one that had the idea! It would only be fair if you asked her.”
Seungmin sighed and looked at Jisung, crossing his arms. He raised an eyebrow and chuckled. “You’re afraid she might say no to you, aren’t you?”
“Can you please stop talking as if I’m not here?” You slowly turned around to give them both an annoyed look. Jisung and Seungmin exchanged a guilty expression and the nurse promptly got back to his work as if this wasn’t his concern.
“I apologize,” Seungmin whispered when you joined them at the desk. “Jisung and I, we were-“
“We were wondering if you’d like to join us for a drink, at the end of our shift. We know a nice bar nearby, the owner gives us a discount. It would be nice for us to get to know each other.”
“We can do that in a professional setting,” you argued and smiled awkwardly at them.
Jisung and Seungmin exchanged a quick look and the nurse shrugged leaving his desk to go do some other task. You followed him until you lost sight of him and sighed, turning to look at Jisung again.
“I know, and I am sure we would learn a lot by working together.” He gestured between you and him, smiling politely. “But there are things we only learn in… other settings.”
“Such as…?” You crossed your arms and studied his expression. He was conflicted on what to say next, so he just chuckled and looked away from you, scratching the back of his head.
“You see, we don’t mingle a lot in the hospital with the other departments. However, at the bar… everyone knows everyone. There you’re not a cardiologist and I am not a cardiologist. There you are Y/N and I am Jisung.”
He said the words slowly as if he was explaining them to a child. He couldn’t get a read from your expression, he wasn’t sure if you were playing hard to get, or if this was how you truly wanted things to be.
“Doctor Han,” you said walking closer to him and patting his shoulder. “What you are trying to achieve, you are doing it through… manipulation tactics. It would be best for you if you just stated the obvious. It’s simpler, you see? Direct, concise, obvious.”
“What is the direct, concise, obvious?” He crossed his arms, not looking away from you.
“Well,” your hand fell from his shoulder, and Jisung noticed a shy playful smile on your lips. “You would like me to join you at said bar to get to know me in a not professional setting.”
“Well, doctor Y/L/N,” he licked his lips and chuckled, a playful smile on his lips. “You could also be direct, concise and obvious in your answer. It saves us time and,” he smiled, gesturing between the two of you, “whatever we’ve got going on here.”
“Of course,” you cleared your throat and kept your gaze on him. “I don’t go out with coworkers.”
That was not what Jisung expected to hear from you. Something about your expression told him you were conflicted as if what you were saying didn’t fully match what you were feeling. Still, he barely knew you so he couldn’t be certain of his observation. He gulped, trying to keep his true emotions at bay. Everyone tended to agree to go to the bar whenever Jisung asked them to. He was charming, so why weren’t you saying yes?
“You’re a tough one to crack, doctor Y/L/N. But I’ll get to your heart, eventually.”
You blinked slowly and Jisung could see you tense up slightly, taking a small step back, trying to keep your composure. Whatever words Jisung had said to you, they hadn’t been appropriate, even if they were a joke. This wasn’t going very well for him.
“That’s a cardiology joke, by the way,” he clarified at your frightened look. You slowly recovered your composure, shoving your hands in your pocket. “You know, hearts… get to your heart…”
“Explaining a joke makes it less fun,” Seungmin returned and fixed his glasses, extending a chart to Jisung. “You should get to this patient, those are the results of the tests you ordered.”
“I’ll see them during our rounds.” Jisung glanced over some of the information on the document and sighed, shaking his head. “His cholesterol is still high… I wonder what excuse he’ll find this week.”
“I’d say he just likes to see you, but the man already despises the fact that you’re his doctor.”
“He still hasn’t asked for a second opinion.” He returned the document to Seungmin who stored it in a pile with several others and turned to you, guiding you to the elevators. “I’ll show you around the hospital.”
“I could find my way around,” you reassured him. “I… Maybe it’s important you see your patient first.”
Jisung looked at you and blinked slowly, the expression on his face was sombre. “One thing you should know about me, doctor Y/L/N, is that I do not like people telling me what to do. Especially when it comes to my patients. Keep that in mind, please.”
“It won’t happen again, doctor Han.” You cleared your throat, reassuring him. “Should we… go, then?”
“Yes.” The elevator opened and Jisung gestured you to enter, and he followed suit. “And please, call me Jisung. I call all my coworkers by their first name.”
“I’ll… try.” Once again, you tried to smile at him, but you couldn’t. He cleared his throat and pressed the ground floor button, walking to the back of the elevator, you following him.
“We’ll start on the ground floor and go up from there.”
“Sounds good to me,” you answered and leaned on the back of the elevator, arms crossed as you looked at your feet.
— 💙 —
The cafeteria was loud and Jisung was already upset he hadn’t prepared his lunch today. He sat on a table next to one of the windows, glancing at the lush and vibrant tops of trees seen a few floors below on the hospital’s patio. It was a wonderful day so he could occasionally see the patients walking below in their hospital gowns, some with a slower pace than others, but all accompanied by one or two nurses.
After showing you the hospital and doing the rounds on his patients at the cardiology floor, he had found his way here to have a light meal before returning to his work in the afternoon. Here, he tried to focus on the peace and quiet the outside brought to him, instead of the chaos and loudness of what surrounded him.
His peace was short-lived when Bang Chan joined him, followed by Seo Changbin, both talking excitedly about whatever was gossip this week. Chan had his scrubs on, one with giraffes, lions, and other animals printed on it, something that the kids adored. Changbin wasn’t wearing his, but that wasn’t surprising, he rarely wore it outside of the pediatric floor.
The two continued their conversation, not including Jisung in it. He focused on his meal, a light salad with some meat, vegetables, and nuts. He had brought a yoghurt with him and an apple as well.
“How is she like?” Changbin suddenly turned to look at Jisung, expectantly.
“Who are we talking about?” Chan asked, glancing between Jisung and Changbin. “Is he seeing someone now?”
“Nah. I’m talking about the new doctor in his department. She transferred from the hospital in the bay area.”
“Ah, Y/N?” Chan said, getting back to his food. “She’s nice.”
“You know her?” Jisung asked curiously. Chan nodded. “How?”
“We did our residency together. I transferred here afterwards, but she stayed there, something to do with…” he pondered and shook his head. “I don’t remember exactly. She was nice though, from what I remember.”
“I heard she’s already giving Lee Minho a headache,” Changbin stated, taking a sip from his orange juice. “Apparently she’s feisty.”
“Oh, she’s fighting the wrong cat,” Chan laughed. “Minho is someone you do not want to mess with.”
Jisung’s last strand of peace disappeared as he dropped the fork to his plate, crossing his arms. The noise in the cafeteria was too loud so Changbin and Chan didn’t listen and continued to laugh with each other. Jisung prepared to call them to reason, but the voice he heard was not his.
“Why not?”
You placed your tray next to Jisung and sat down, looking at them both with a serious expression. “Why isn’t Lee Minho someone to mess with?”
This, Jisung wanted to see. He leaned back on his chair, glancing slightly at you, a smile on his lips. He truly hoped you could put those two on the line.
“For starters,” Chan cleaned his mouth with a napkin. “He’s the head of the department.”
“I am aware of that, Chan.” You sighed and leaned forward. “But you’re not one to abide by authority rules, from what I remember.”
“Nice to see you again, Y/N.” Chan tried to keep calm, but his eyes were slightly furious. He turned to the other people at the table. “And for the record, I always respected the rules. Always.”
You nodded and narrowed your eyes on him and leaned back, relaxing. Changbin cleared his throat and smiled at you.
“Minho, he… takes his job very seriously.”
“I also take my job very seriously,” you counter-argued, getting ready to eat your meal. “What else?”
“He… has a lot of power… when it comes to… the department…?” Changbin wasn’t quite confident in his claims.
“Makes sense.” You added the dressing to your salad. “He’s the head of the department. Anything else? So far you haven’t convinced me as to why he is… the wrong cat to fight.”
Chan and Changbin lowered their eyes and returned to their meals. Jisung did the same, a somewhat proud smile on his lips. He was going to have fun with you around, you did not leave any stone unturned.
The rest of the meal happened in silence, with Chan and Changbin leaving as soon as they could, saying their goodbyes and setting up their meeting at the bar later that evening. You ate in silence, frowning at the food occasionally, shaking your head when you tasted something you didn’t enjoy.
“You found the cafeteria,” Jisung stated, enjoying his apple. “How is the food?”
“Edible.” You wiped your mouth with a napkin and shrugged. “I will probably bring lunch tomorrow, though. This,” you gestured to the centre of the cafeteria, “is too loud. Even for me.”
“Is it too different from when you were at the bay hospital?”
You glanced around the space and Jisung kept his gaze on you as you did it. There was curiosity, worry, some sort of nostalgia in your eyes. And then, there was only sadness. You sighed and turned to look at him.
“Yes. But I’ll get used to it, eventually.”
You said that last part more to yourself than to him. Jisung nodded and returned to his apple, getting distracted by the view outside. Before heading home, he’d pay the garden a small visit.
“I hope I wasn’t too much of a bother with your friends. I just don’t like when people talk behind my back, it… makes me angry.”
“I could tell,” Jisung shrugged, trying to avoid the way you were looking at him. It was… too intense. “But they deserved it. Thank you for keeping them quiet.”
You rolled your eyes and for the first time since this morning, Jisung saw a natural smile on your face. And it was endearing, Jisung should add.
“I know you said you don’t hang out with coworkers,” you turned to look at him and he cleared his throat. “But you’re right about what you said. I… I’d like to get to know you better.”
“Why?” That was a genuine question, something that even Jisung was startled at. “What is so worthy about me that you want to get to know me better after knowing me for only a few hours?”
“What is so unworthy about me that you don’t want to get to know me better?” He answered back. Jisung also knew how to play your game if he had to. “Look, I’m not asking you on a date.” Although, he would. Maybe, he should. “Just come to the bar, stay for a while and leave when you feel like it. I think you’d like it.”
You sighed and leaned back on your chair, thinking about Jisung’s words. The truth was, he wanted to see you there. He wanted to see what it was like to know you when you weren’t at work. Would you smile more? Would you be as direct and inflexible? Or was there something else that Jisung hadn’t glimpsed yet? You were right, he only knew you for a couple of hours, but to him, that was enough to want to know you more.
After thinking for a while, you stood up from your chair and grabbed your tray, looking at him. Whatever was on your mind, he didn’t know, but it made you sad, anxious.
“I’ll… consider it. But… don’t get your hopes up. I might not show up.”
Jisung nodded satisfied with your answer as it was enough for him right now. Even if you didn’t show up tonight, at least you’d consider it. But if you did decide to show up, then that would be even better.
He truly wanted to get to know you. Maybe what he had said earlier about getting to your heart wasn’t such a joke after all. Maybe there was some kind of truth to it, even if he didn’t understand what it was right now.
— 💙 —
After your shift at the hospital, you went to the locker room to get your belongings and go home. You knew Jisung had asked you to join him this evening at the bar, but you weren’t in the mood to go. Everything still reminded you too much of what you had left behind, of your ex, and you didn’t want to deal with it. It was better this way.
Maybe you were avoiding having to deal with it. You were definitely avoiding it. It was ridiculous, all of it. You had gone to the extremes to avoid seeing him, being with him, and yet, everything still reminded you of him. Even this locker room was too familiar. You had to get out of here and go home.
Some other time, you’d bring decorations for your locker, just to make it more yours and more pleasant to look at. It was too bland and looking at the ones around, yours was the most boring one. You found yourself thinking which one would be Jisung’s and afterwards, your thoughts went back to his invitation. You shook your head and closed the locker. You were going home, that was it.
As you put on your jacket, the door to the locker room opened and Jisung entered, always carrying a bright smile on his features. He looked tired, though, his eyes didn’t carry the same enthusiasm as this morning.
“Good evening,” he greeted you and went to a locker decorated with stickers from bands, bad heart puns, and quotes from famous books. “Already leaving?”
“Yes,” you buttoned your jacket and took a deep breath. “I considered your offer, but I won’t go.”
Jisung sighed and took off his white coat and hung it on his locker. He got his jacket from the inside and closed it in a swift movement, checking his pockets to make sure he had everything. When he was done, he looked at you and shrugged.
“It’s fine, no need to look so grim. I’ll get going. Good evening.”
You watched as he passed by you, hands on his pockets, his steps somewhat slow and heavy. He stepped out of the locker room and a few moments later, you did the same and walked slowly behind him on your way to the elevator. The two of you stopped side by side, as you waited for it, in a silence that could only be described as awkward. Jisung would glance at you, and you pretended you didn’t see it, but after a few moments, it became too much.
“Is there anything you’d like to say, doctor Han?”
He opened his mouth to speak, stopped himself, and then closed it again. He shook his head and turned to look at you, but no words came out of his mouth.
The elevators doors opened, and people entered but you and Jisung remained behind, looking at each other as if your eyes could say more than whatever words came to mind.
“Jisung,” Seungmin called from the elevator. “Are you coming?”
He gulped while looking at you and nodded, turning his head to the elevator. He smiled and started to walk. “Let’s go.”
Jisung entered the elevator and you stayed behind, watching as everyone looked expectantly at you.
“I’ll… wait for the next one,” you tried to smile but couldn’t. “Enjoy your evening.”
Seungmin nodded, waving at you and you reciprocated the gesture, slowly and deprived of energy. You watched as the doors closed slowly, Jisung’s gaze always on you. At the last moment, you looked at him as well, watching as he disappeared behind the doors.
You took a deep breath and decided to take the stairs instead of waiting for the next elevator. You climbed them down slowly and left to the hospital’s patio instead of going home right away.
The wind blew in your face as you walked through the paved road, the floor lights casting shadows in the trees, the leaves blowing softly at the passage of the breeze. You moved the hair away from your face and sat on one of the benches, looking at the nature around you.
Out of instinct, you looked at your hand, where up until a couple of weeks ago, a ring had greeted your finger. It looked bare, naked, incomplete. Something was missing there and no matter how hard you tried to pretend that you were ok, you weren’t. There was this void in your chest, this emptiness that you longed to fill, and yet, you weren’t sure if you’d ever be able to do it again. The pain, the sorrow, all of that was still too recent, too raw for you to make some sense out of it, for you to completely move on. Slowly, you’d take the steps towards it. Slowly, you’d come to terms with these feelings.
You took the phone out of your bag and searched on your contacts list for his number. Where once was written love, now you could read his name. You took a deep breath and called him, waiting for him to pick up on the other side.
“Y/N?” You heard his voice on the other side, and your heart jumped out of your chest. “Why are you calling me?”
Because I miss you. Because this was a mistake. Because I forgive you. Because I can’t move on.
All these thoughts were jumping in your mind, asking you to let them out, to make some sense of them. But you knew that would be foolish. You didn’t mean what you were thinking about. You were simply scared by the fact you felt lonely.
“I… will drop by Monday to grab the rest of my stuff,” you announced. “Could you… not be home? I’ll leave the key on the entrance plate before I leave.”
He took a deep breath. You knew he found all of this childish, all of this too extreme. That you should talk this out, work things together, find a solution. He’d say what he always did, that you hadn’t given your five-year relationship a chance, that you quit when the first problem arose. That you jumped ship the first chance you had.
“Are you sure about that?” He remained calm. “We could talk, you know? It was a mistake, Y/N.”
“What was a mistake, Jaehyun?!” You asked, your voice failing you, painful memories in your mind. “The fact that we almost got married, or the fact that I found out you were cheating on me? What was it?”
“You’re being unfair,” he kept his calmness. Once you had loved that about him, but right now you just wanted to scream in frustration. “I’m not the only one to blame, you know? You’re to blame too.”
“Of course, I am,” you rolled your eyes, tapping with your foot on the ground. “I was distant, I was too focused on my work, I wasn’t giving you too much attention. So instead of talking it out with me, you went to sleep with someone else. Multiple times, I should add. Because it was my fault. I am the one to blame for your mistake!”
You hung up the call and wiped the tears from your eyes, anger and disappointment washing over you. This call had been a mistake. Coming here this evening had been a mistake. Jaehyun called again but you ignored his calls, again and again, letting the phone ring, letting it drown your thoughts as you tried to calm yourself down.
After a while, your breathing was normal again, and your heartbeat had stabilized as well. You took a deep breath and glanced at your watch, quickly standing up when you realized how late it was. As you walked back, you saw a familiar face seating at one of the benches near the entrance door. He looked up at you, half-surprised, half-shocked to see you here.
“I decided to check out the patio,” you gestured to the path behind you. “You?”
Jisung studied your expression, the smile he usually carried on his face gone, replaced by concern. “I came to think… for a bit before I go.”
You nodded and avoided his gaze but couldn’t help but join him on his bench. “Tough day?”
He chuckled and sighed. “Tell me about it.”
Jisung and you stood in silence, an ambulance siren filled the air for a moment, only to fade away and be replaced by the wind on the leaves.
“Are you ok?” His question took you by surprise.
“I’m… not.” You admitted. There was no need to pretend, no need to put on a shell and act as if this pain in your heart didn’t exist. Still, you reassured him, as a way to reassure yourself. “But I’ll be. Eventually.”
— 💙 —
As the weeks went by, Jisung got to know you better. He took every break he had to visit you at your office, every lunch to join you in the common doctor’s room, every end of shift to ride with you on the elevator. He enjoyed listening to your voice, whining to you about Lee Minho, just for you to agree with him, expressing his exact thoughts in that honest and endearing manner you had. But what Jisung enjoyed the most was seeing you smiling, with your cheeks slightly flushed in a genuine manner. Week by week, you grew closer to each other, not only as coworkers but as friends too.
“Are we going to the bar again tonight?” Jisung asked you, hanging his coat on his locker.
“Sure,” you turned to look at him and smiled. “Since I’m in good spirits today, I will pay for your drink.”
“How kind of you doctor Y/L/N. I am flattered by your generosity.”
You rolled your eyes and laughed. It had taken him a couple of attempts to convince you to join him at the bar, but you eventually accepted his request. And he was so glad you did.
“Too many compliments and I’ll reconsider my offer…” You said as a joke, closing your locker. You had decorated it with small magnets, that held lists and reminders and every day, there was also a new little sticky note Jisung had left in your locker this morning before heading to perform one of his surgeries. He had been doing this for the past couple of days and he always waited expectantly to see what your reaction was at this time of the day.
“What’s with all these sticky notes?” You removed it from the locker and read it out loud. “If you dream it, you can achieve it…” You lowered your arm and looked at him, a shy smile on your face. “This is nice, Jisung. Thank you.”
You opened your locker again and placed the sticky note on the inside, next to all the others. Your fingers traced them, your smile increasing slightly. He walked closer to you, glancing at the inside of your locker, his chest filled with joy. It was a small gesture, but it meant the world to him. And as he saw them all together, he wondered if they meant the world to you too.
“I thought you’d enjoy them. They are inspirational quotes, to help you feel better.”
“Ah,” you nodded and closed your locker, turning to look at him. “They are pretty cheesy, you know?”
“That’s the point.” He returned to his locker and closed it, joining you right after. “Would you like them if they were facts? No.”
“At least, I’d learn something.” You shrugged and the two of you exited the room, walking to the elevator together.
“Well, you learn all the cheesy quotes google can give me.”
You rolled your eyes. “Next week, share random but fun facts with me.”
“I will continue with my cheesy quotes. I might try puns next, just to shake things up a bit.”
This made you laugh, and he couldn’t help but smile at you. It was so wonderful to see you smile and laugh genuinely.
“Doctor Y/L/N,” Seungmin called from behind the counter, fixing his glasses. You greeted him with a smile. “There’s… someone here to see you.”
“Who?” You asked, checking your watch. “Is it a patient?”
“Hm… no. He introduced himself as your… ex… fiancé.”
Jisung lips parted in slight shock as he looked at you. The smile that once had greeted your face was gone and any signs of happiness had been drowned in sorrow and worry.
“I… tell him I’m busy. I don’t want to see him.”
“Yes, about that,” Seungmin gestured to a figure slowly standing up from one of the chairs in the waiting room next to his desk. “He’s… here.”
Your eyes met his in what Jisung could only describe as pain. You stood by his side, your fists closed as you looked at the man that slowly walked towards you, an apologetic expression on his face. You chuckled.
“Just leave, Jaehyun.” You didn’t give him a chance to speak. “Just go. Pretend I don’t exist. Leave.”
“I wanted to talk, Y/N.”
Jisung didn’t know exactly what he was witnessing, but he felt like he shouldn’t be here. However, he couldn’t leave. Something glued him to the ground right next to you.
His eyes jumped from you to the man in front of you. When the realization of who he was hit Jisung, his eyes widened in shock. You had been engaged… to him. Part of that recognition messed with Jisung in ways he didn’t think possible. His heart crushed slightly in his chest, the air left his lungs.
“I don’t want to talk. And how dare you come to my workplace?” You took one step towards him. “I don’t want to see you. I don’t want to be in the same room as you. I don’t want to…” you took a deep breath and looked him in the eyes. “Stop trying to make us happen again.”
“Y/N…” he tried to grab your hands, but you rejected his gesture. “Please… don’t do this.”
You were visibly upset, Jisung could tell. Such a wonderful evening ruined by this… jerk. Jisung had no other words to describe him, he resented him on your behalf, even if he didn’t know the reasons.
“I think doctor Y/L/N made it very clear where she stands,” Jisung spoke and for the first time, Jaehyun acknowledged him. “I would kindly ask you to leave. Please. This is a hospital, after all.”
Jaehyun gulped and looked at Jisung from head to toes, a distaste in his eyes as he did so. He gestured to him and looked back at you, shaking his head.
“Who is he to you?” He asked, spitting the words out like they were poisonous. “Your new partner? Are you sleeping with him to get back at me? You could’ve chosen better, you know? He’s-”
“Careful what you’re about to say,” Jisung warned, not liking the tone of his voice. He gestured to the elevators, never looking away from Jaehyun. “Please, leave. Otherwise, I’ll call security.”
“I just want to talk to my fiancée!” He raised his voice slightly, and you jumped beside Jisung. “Just stay out of it. This is between us.”
“She said-“
“I know what she said, I am right here. But she’s out of her mind. She’s not thinking straight right now. She’s-“
Jisung didn’t expect to see your hand meet Jaehyun’s cheek in a loud slap, but it shocked everyone around you. You looked at him, your cheeks red from the anger you were feeling, eyes filled with rage as you pointed a finger at him.
“Leave before I call security myself.”
“Y/N…” He was still in shock, both hands covering his red cheek, where your fingers were engraved on it. “You’re not like this…”
You shook your head and looked at Seungmin, trying to keep your composure. “Please, call security. I’ll wait for him to be gone somewhere else.”
“Of course,” Seungmin fixed his glasses and dialled a number, quickly getting on a call.
“If I ever set my eyes on you ever again,” you warned Jaehyun. “I’m not sure a slap is all you’ll get from me.”
You opened your purse and scavenged for something on the inside of it. When you did so, you pulled it out of your purse and grabbed one of Jaehyun’s hands placing it on his palm.
“Why are you giving me this?” He looked at the engagement ring on his hand. “This… Y/N-”
“Stop calling my name. Stop looking for me. Stop it. It’s over, Jaehyun. Over. And it’s not coming back, no matter how hard you try.”
Your voice was failing you, but you looked at him in the eyes one last time, before turning your back on him and walking back to the locker room, closing the door behind you slightly louder than what you probably intended.
“This is your fault,” Jaehyun said in between his teeth, his stern gaze on Jisung.
“It’s never your fault, is it?”
Jaehyun was probably the kind of person that made mistakes and expected everyone else to take the blame for them, to take his word as gospel. He was despicable. What did you see in him that made you want to marry him? Jisung saw nothing of you in him.
“You don’t know her as I do,” Jaehyun continued, always trying to be right, to stay on top of the argument. He truly loved to have the last word. “She’ll get bored of you eventually. Just wait and see.”
“We’re not dating,” Jisung explicitly said, hoping that this would end the argument. “And no, we’re not sleeping together either. But you won’t believe me, will you?”
“You could be lying to protect her.” There it was. Jisung rolled his eyes, letting out a disappointed sigh.
“Protecting her from what?” Seungmin asked, looking at him with disgust, always having that unbothered tone in his voice. “Probably from you, no?”
“Seungmin…” Jisung looked at him, shaking his head. “Don’t. Let’s wait for security.”
The two friends kept quiet, not taking their eyes from Jaehyun as he paced around, not leaving. He tried to make them both furious, maybe to have one of them punch him, or slap him, so he could press charges and feel victorious about it. But Seungmin and Jisung didn’t give in. Eventually, security got to their floor and escorted him out. He tried to complain, saying he’d go on his own, but it was no use.
When the elevator doors closed, both Seungmin and Jisung took a deep breath, relaxing from the tension of the situation from earlier.
“I’ll go check on her,” Jisung announced, slowly turning away to go to the locker room.
“What even was this?” Seungmin shook his head. “If I knew about it, I would’ve told him she wasn’t here.”
“Now you do,” Jisung patted his friend on the shoulder, offering a reassuring smile. “And please, avoid talking about this with other people. I’m sure Lee Minho will have a few words to tell her, let’s see if she won’t get suspended.”
“For slapping someone who treated her like that? Would he do that?”
“He would,” Jisung scratched the back of his neck. “She’s the only one that doesn’t say yes to everything he asks of us. He’ll find any excuse to get back at her. He’s… eager to do it, sadly.”
Seungmin nodded and slowly, Jisung made his way to the locker room, knocking before entering. When he got no answer, he opened it and peeked inside, finding you seating on one of the benches, your back turned to the door.
“He’s gone,” Jisung announced and closed the door behind him. He gulped, unsure of what to say. Should he comfort you, sit next to you, leave you alone? “Security just escorted him out.”
“Thank you,” your voice was weak, a whisper that Jisung almost missed.
He nodded and leaned on one of the lockers, keeping his distance from you. It pained him to see you like this, suffering for someone who didn’t seem aware of the discomfort they had caused you. You didn’t deserve it.
I’m glad you’re not marrying him, he wanted to say to you, but he knew how insensitive that was. However, that’s where his true feelings stood and he wasn’t going to deny them to himself.
He liked you. Maybe that was the reason why he wrote you sticky notes at the beginning of his shift, maybe that was why he enjoyed spending time with you, maybe that was why he enjoyed seeing you smile and laugh with him.
And what he had witnessed today hit him like a truck. All these feelings of worry, uncertainty, discomfort, of coming to terms with the fact that maybe you wouldn’t be his to love, it was something he didn’t expect to come to terms with tonight, maybe ever.
“Could you… stay?” You slowly turned around and looked at him, slightly calmer than before. “I don’t want to be alone right now.”
Jisung nodded and slowly made his way to a bench next to you, seating down. He smiled at you, more out of kindness than anything else.
“I’ll stay,” he said, trying to keep the turmoil inside of him calm. “I’ll stay with you.”
You slowly nodded and moved closer to him, leaning your head on his shoulder. He softly pressed a kiss on top of your head, wrapping an arm around your shoulders, feeling the warmth of your body next to him.
He looked at you kindly, watching as you slowly relaxed in his presence. Right now, Jisung only had one thought in his mind, one that he couldn’t say out loud, but one that he couldn’t deny to himself either.
Let me love you.
— 💙 —
After what happened with Jaehyun, coming to the hospital felt more and more like a chore and less like something you enjoyed. You tried your best to avoid people’s stares, but it was impossible. People talked, whispered, wondered whatever had happened that evening. You wanted to forget that moment, you wanted to forget him. But it was hard, you had made little to no progress on it.
You glanced at the board in front of you, checking if you were on call this week and saw your name written in red in a small square next to two other names. You would be on call during a twelve-hour shift on Thursday. You would stay at the hospital for longer than that, you already knew it.
“Twelve hours?” Jisung stood next to you, shaking his head. “That’s a little too excessive.”
“It’s my job, Jisung.” You turned and smiled at him. “But I guess we’ll have to schedule dinner for some other day.”
“I’ll wait,” he fixed his coat and looked at the board, pointing at one of the squares. “I’ll be doing my rounds, I can perfectly wait for you after I’m done.”
“It might take longer than that,” you warned him. “Complications arise and considering the time I’ll be on call, I’ll be busy. You should head home, get some rest.”
“I can get some rest while I wait for you. I want us to have dinner together, we haven’t shared a meal this week yet.”
You nodded. It was true, you and Jisung had barely seen each other this week and part of you missed that. He continued to leave sticky notes on your locker, and they were growing more elaborate each day. Some days they had facts, others puns, and there were also the cheesy quotes that made you roll your eyes. When Jisung had more time, he drew something on them, usually related to whatever was written on it.
Still, that was the only interaction you had with him. You missed seeing him, seating down and chatting properly with him, sharing a meal.
“I’ll go find you, then.” You patted his shoulder and smiled at him. “But if I take too long, go home and have dinner. We’ll go out some other time.”
“How about tomorrow?” He smiled at your confused expression and explained. “It’s your free day, and so is mine. We could go out, the two of us.”
Like on a date?, part of you wanted to ask but didn’t dare. Jisung and you were good friends, but that was it. However, as you looked at him, you wondered if there was something more between the two of you.
“Sure,” you tried not to sound too excited about it. “We’ll discuss details later?”
“Sounds good to me.” His smile widened and he leaned closer to you. “So that means we’ll have dinner together and we’ll go out in the same week?”
You rolled your eyes and leaned closer to him, his eyes widening. “Don’t stretch your luck, doctor Han. I might say no to your suggestion.”
“I am lucky, aren’t I?” he whispered to you and leaned away, leaving you to deal with your burning cheeks and jumpy heart.
“I don’t like this at all,” you mumbled under your breath, worried about what those words he had said to you might mean. “I don’t like this at all.”
“What don’t you like?” Chan asked, joining you on your way to the elevator. He kept glancing at a chart, a pen between his fingers, trying to keep up with your fast pace. “Maybe slow down? You look super flushed.”
You sighed and pressed the button to call the elevator several times as if that would make it come faster. Chan lowered his chart and looked at you, as you walked back, studying your expression with a grin.
“It’s Jisung, isn’t it?”
“What are you talking about?” You crossed your arms and avoided his gaze.
“The reason why you’re that… flustered. Don’t think I didn’t see you two back there.”
You followed Chan’s pen as he gestured to where you had been with Jisung earlier, now empty as everyone returned to work.
“We were talking.”
“I could tell,” he remarked, a playful edge to his voice. “You were very… close while talking.”
You rolled your eyes, wondering why the elevator was taking so long. One more comment from Chan and you’d take the stairs. After a few moments, the elevator doors opened and you entered, followed by Chan.
“You know, you could say you like him, it wouldn’t hurt.”
Oh, it certainly would hurt. You were not ready for that yet.
“Stop playing matchmaker, Chan,” you warned, slightly desperate. “You make a terrible job at it.”
“Oh… so there’s a match.” He raised his hands in defence when you glared at him. “Your words, not mine.”
It was frustrating to talk to him sometimes. The elevator doors opened, and a couple of people entered and very few exited. You moved closer to Chan, trying your best to pretend that what he was saying didn’t bother you.
“I’ve known Jisung for a while.” He continued, and you rolled your eyes. “He hasn’t dated anyone since I’ve been here.”
“I didn’t know you were a CCTV camera now, Chan. That’s quite the upgrade, I must say.”
“I see you didn’t lose your sense of humour.” He took a deep breath and looked at you. “What I’m trying to say is that he is a nice guy. And you can tell he cares about you.”
“I know.”
And you did. Jisung was more than nice, he was great. And you enjoyed his company, and how he made you smile and laugh. But you couldn’t get past the fact that you were still healing from a five-year relationship, one where you had been engaged.
You saw all of that, all the care, all the kindness, all the happiness you brought to Jisung whenever you were together. And yet, you couldn’t get past your breakup. You couldn’t… accept that maybe there was more to life without feeling like you’d be back here again, in another failing relationship, picking up the pieces slowly and trying to glue them together, only for your heart to fall from your hands, shattering once again.
The conversation died down when the elevator doors opened on your floor and you exited without saying a word. Seungmin was there to greet you with a smile, extending a couple of documents to you. You looked at the names of the patients, recognizing a few, but others were new. And then, there was one that wasn’t yours.
“Isn’t this Jisung’s patient?” You extended the chart to Seungmin who looked at it, nodding.
“He was. He requested to be seen by a new doctor. Doctor Lee Minho assigned him to you.”
You shook your head. Unbelievable. The man knew you and Jisung were allies who called him out on his incompetency, pressuring him to do more for the department. And here he was, trying to pin you against one another by giving you one of Jisung’s patients. He knew how Jisung felt about his patients, he knew.
You extended the chart back to Seungmin and he accepted it. “Is he at his office right now?”
“Why?” Seungmin asked, cautious.
“I need to talk to him about that patient. Did he inform Jisung of the change?”
“Not yet, but I’m sure he will.”
“Where is Jisung?” You wanted to talk to him first.
“At the locker room.” You turned your back on Seungmin and went to the locker room, finding Jisung excitedly adding a sticky note to your locker.
“Y/N, weren’t you supposed to be doing rounds?” He leaned on your locker as if to block the sticky notes from your view. Today he had added more than one.
“Doctor Lee Minho assigned me to one of your patients.” You watched as the smile faded from his face. “He’s trying to get in between us.”
You stepped aside to let someone else enter the room and Jisung leaned away from your locker and walked out of the room, towards Lee Minho’s office. You followed him, seeing how he was visibly upset. He opened the door without knocking, to find the head of the department seating by his desk, looking over a couple of documents.
“Learn how to knock, Han Jisung.”
“Since when do you take my patients from me and give them to someone else?!” Jisung was furious. “This is a decision I should take.”
You closed the door behind you and walked next to Jisung, looking down at an unbothered Lee Minho. “I also want to understand why I was the doctor selected. Looking over the patient’s medical record, it doesn’t seem I would be the first choice.”
Lee Minho stood up from his chair and glanced at both of you, serious. “I don’t need to give any of you an explanation. The patient wanted to change doctors, I thought doctor Y/N would be the best choice. Respect that. Now, get back to work.”
Jisung let out a nervous laugh, but you kept your gaze on Lee Minho as he sat down, turning to his work. You rolled your eyes and exchanged a quick look with Jisung, gesturing to the door. He made a confused look as you opened the door and followed you outside.
“Are you just following what he’s asking of you?” Jisung asked, lips slightly parted as he looked at you, shocked.
“No, of course not.” You started to walk back to Seungmin’s desk, Jisung following you closely. “I want to talk to your patient in your presence. He should be the one making the choice, not that guy.”
“Well, the patient will obviously choose you, Y/N.”
“I don’t think so. You’ve been following him for several years, I will find arguments in your favour.” You gestured to Seungmin to give you the patient’s chart again and you glanced at it, next to Jisung. “As a last resort, we could ask the patient if he wants us to work together. It isn’t rare and if I am being honest, I’d be more comfortable with that.”
“You should do that!” Seungmin spoke and you and Jisung lifted your eyes from the chart to look at him. He fixed his glasses and smiled. “You prove Lee Minho wrong, and once word gets out that you are working together, maybe more people will feel inspired to do the same. And that way, you might be able to get support from other departments on helping you with the administration.”
“You’re suggesting gossip, Seungmin?” Jisung asked and his friend shrugged. “I don’t like that.”
“Ah, it’s not like people don’t talk about you two already.” He sat on his chair, unbothered by your shocked expression. You didn’t want to know what people were talking about. The last thing you wanted right now was more ashes to the fire already burning in your chest.
“What do people say?” Jisung crossed his arms, raising an eyebrow at Seungmin.
“For starters, they say you look good together.” Seungmin glanced at you and then at Jisung. “I agree. You make a good-looking couple. But they also say that you’ve been dating for a couple of weeks now. And after the scene with-”
“Thank you, Seungmin.” Jisung pinched the bridge of his nose, closing his eyes. You noticed that his cheeks were flushed. “I got the message.”
What was the message you were missing?
“Always doing my best. Now I will return to my work while you two work together. Go, dream team!” He didn’t even try to sound excited as he cheered for the two of you.
You shook your head and walked away from Seungmin’s desk, the patient’s chart on your hands as you took a deep breath.
“I don’t disagree with him,” Jisung gestured to the desk, keeping up with your pace. “Working together might be a good thing.”
“I thought you didn’t like people telling you what to do, Jisung. Especially when it comes to your patients.”
You had heard him loud and clear the first time, and you weren’t sure working with him would be a good idea.
“Good thing he wouldn’t be my patient, then,” he smiled at you and kept his gaze on you for a while before looking at the corridor in front of you. “I value your opinion, Y/N and I value your work too.”
You stopped walking and Jisung did the same a few steps ahead, looking back at you. You gulped. “I am very on the fence about this, and I want you to know that from the get-go. But I will call you out if you don’t listen to me. And I will leave you on your own the second you disregard me as less important.” You walked towards him, your eyes never leaving his. “From the moment we pass that door, we are a team. We are equal. Our opinions matter, yes. But we should think on what’s best for the patient, not on what’s best for us.”
“Why are saying all of this?” Jisung asked, slightly scared. He knew why you were saying this. And you knew too.
It was getting harder for the two of you to just keep this as a professional relationship. You could feel it in his eyes, in the way he smiled at you. Right now, he was excited to work with you, to have you by his side.
But one day, he’d tell you how he felt towards you. You knew how he felt towards you. And part of you wanted to feel that way too, to love him, to reciprocate the kindness, the care, everything he deserves. But you couldn’t yet.
You looked at Jisung while you were still longing for Jaehyun.
And you would break his heart. And he would have to see you, to work with you, to listen to you. What would happen then?
“It’s for the best,” you stated, trying to shove all these thoughts away. “We should both be on the same page about this. Do you understand what I’m saying?”
“I do, yes.” He smiled and you did the same, but your smile didn’t reach your eyes. “Should we go now?”
He started to walk in front of you, and you followed a few steps behind, knowing that Jisung didn’t fully understand what you had just said to him. You didn’t want to break his heart, you really didn’t.
You also liked him and that was why this was harder. You just hoped he kept his confession tucked in a small drawer in his heart, waiting for the right moment to share it with you.
The moment where you’d be able to say yes to him, instead of not yet.
— 💙 —
A week passed and you and Jisung worked side by side almost every day with your patient. He was a lovely man in his sixties with high cholesterol. His heart was growing weaker, according to the information on his medical chart and the exams performed, and the medication was starting to have no result in his condition.
“Have you considered surgery?” You asked him, looking away from his chart.
His wife was next to him, a woman his age with grey hair and wrinkles in her smile lines. She looked frightened at her husband, and he reciprocated the look.
“We consider this to be the best solution, given everything we’ve done so far,” Jisung spoke, standing next to you.
“We…” The old man started, shaking his head. “I don’t want surgery, doctor.”
“Isn’t it too risky at his age?” His wife asked, looking at Jisung. “You told us that with medication, we could solve the problem!”
“He will have to continue to take this medication for the rest of his life,” Jisung looked at you and you nodded.
“Surgery would be a preventive measure to ensure you have a better quality of life. The risks associated with it are low, compared to other surgeries at his age. It has a high success rate and a fast recovery as well, and we’d monitor you to make sure your evolution is positive.”
“Doctor Y/L/N and I think this would be the best for you. The risk of heart failure keeps increasing day by day, and the medication is not stopping that.”
“We could change the dosage,” his wife suggested. “You’ve done it before, why can’t you do it again?”
“Increasing dosage would put other organs at risk such as the liver, as well as the kidneys. It would be detrimental to your husband’s health in the long run.”
They looked at each other, worried. You walked closer to them and extended a flyer to the patient, smiling kindly. “This might help you make your decision. We don’t want to pressure you as to giving us an answer right now, so we’ll give you some time to think.”
“Your husband will remain at the hospital in the meantime for observation,” Jisung announced. “We’ll give you a few days to think, and we’ll come to answer any questions you may have.”
The old woman nodded and softly caressed her husband’s cheek, planting a kiss on his forehead. He grabbed her hand on his and smiled at her. You felt your hand brush against Jisung’s and he grabbed it, squishing it softly in between his.
“Thank you for everything.”
You nodded and smiled at them. “We’ll be here if you need us.”
Jisung let go of your hand and the two of you walked out of the room, walking side by side. He glanced at you occasionally, but you avoided his gaze. Even though he was no longer holding your hand, it still felt like it.
“I think that went well,” he said after a while when you reached Seungmin’s desk. Today was his day off, so in his place was an older nurse. You returned the chart to her, ordered some more exams, and she smiled politely at all of your requests.
“Let’s wait for their answer. Then we’ll say if it went well or not.”
Jisung nodded, shoving his hands on his pockets, and after thanking the nurse, the two of you started to make your way to the locker room. However, your plans were interrupted when you were greeted by a livid Lee Minho, looking at both of you with rage.
“This can’t be good,” Jisung mumbled between his teeth.
“The two of you in my office right now!” Lee Minho spoke, and you took a deep breath, followed by Jisung.
“Anything he says is never good. I wonder what he’ll be complaining about this time.”
The two of you made your way to his office, Jisung entering behind you and closing the door. You turned to look at Lee Minho who paced around his office, massaging his temples.
“What have you done?” He asked and you didn’t know if he was serious or not.
“We’ve been doing our job, doctor.” You crossed your arms and he looked at you, furious.
“What did I say about the patient?!” He asked, looking directly at Jisung. “Do you know how many requests I have of other patients that want you two specifically to be their doctors? Do you have any idea?!”
You and Jisung exchanged a confused look, and you didn’t understand what that meant, exactly.
“Every patient has the right to ask for a second opinion,” you argued, and he stopped walking. “And we have been working together because it was in the best interest of the patient. I asked Doctor Han to assist me during this transition period, as I did not feel comfortable taking the patient from him the way you intended to.”
“Then maybe you should question your medical career, Doctor Y/L/N.” Your lips parted but you closed them, afraid of saying something you might regret later. “If you cannot follow simple instructions, how can I trust you’ll do a good job at my department? Ever since you got here I have to deal with issues after issues, problems after problems… no wonder they didn’t want you at the bay hospital. You probably only brought them problems with that arrogance of yours.”
He was enjoying this, you could tell. Below that layer of anger, there was satisfaction in his words, Lee Minho had been waiting for the perfect moment to let you know how he truly felt about you. He expected them to bother you, but you were used to this. Jisung however, was ready to throw hands at him. You grabbed his wrist to prevent him from leaving your side and doing something stupid.
“Old habits die hard, Doctor Lee Minho,” you kept your calm composure, just to make him even more furious. You also wanted to enjoy this as well. “I will not admit that you diminish my medical career just because I don’t follow your rules. I chose to leave the bay hospital for personal reasons. And you accepted me because you know I am good at my job, probably the best at what I do in this hospital. Offend me all you want, but do not offend my medical career. I worked hard to get where I am, and I will not change just because it does not fit your agenda.” You took a deep breath and let go of Jisung’s wrist, walking to the door. You opened it and turned around to look at Lee Minho. “I will keep being arrogant and bringing you issues and problems. I won’t change just because you expect me to. Have a good day.”
You left the office and closed the door behind you, glancing at a watch nearby. Your shift was about to end, but you wanted to eat something before heading home. You checked the change on your pocket as you walked to the vending machines on this floor of the hospital. Jisung left Lee Minho’s office and joined you, letting out an angry sigh.
“I can’t believe him,” he shook his head. “Like… what is his problem? Can’t he just let us do our job?”
“He’s jealous and upset,” you finally had enough change in your palm to buy something. “And he doesn’t like it when people tell him like it is.”
The two of you stopped by a vending machine and you bought something and asked Jisung if he wanted something. He shook his head and leaned on the wall, looking at you as you opened the package, struggling slightly. He let out a soft laugh and gestured to the package.
“Let me open it,” he said, walking closer to you. You extended it to him, and he quickly opened it. “There you have it.”
“Thank you.”
As you snacked on the food from the vending machine, Jisung remained silent, but he never left your side. People passed by the two of you and you would smile and greet them, and oftentimes they would whisper amongst themselves. You tried not to notice but it was becoming harder.
“Have dinner with me tomorrow,” Jisung spoke seemingly out of nowhere. “There’s this new restaurant and I’d like to go there with you.”
You gulped as his eyes remained on you, expecting an answer. Part of you hoped that this was just a dinner between friends, and not something more. You didn’t want to ruin what you had. What you had was good and it made you feel safe.
“Sure,” you said, smiling at him. “Let’s have dinner tomorrow.”
— 💙 —
The restaurant where Jisung had brought you to was a lovely place. It had a simple, but classic decoration and you were glad you had chosen to wear something more casual but elegant for tonight’s dinner. Jisung also had dressed up nicely, opting for a buttoned-up shirt and some denim jeans and a blazer. You were used to seeing him in a white coat, so this was pleasant. He was a stylish man, besides being all those other wonderful things that you had learned to appreciate over time.
Still, there was this strange atmosphere between the two of you that you couldn’t get past. The more you noticed, the more you realized what this dinner entailed, what would probably happen.
You chatted throughout the entire dinner about yourselves and the things you had in common and every time he had the chance, Jisung complimented you. First, it was your outfit, then your hair, and when those were already said, he moved to your smile, your eyes, your laugh.
“What are you doing, Jisung?” You asked him directly at one point, but he didn’t answer. Instead, he took a sip of his drink and shrugged, smiling at you.
“I am just stating what I see.”
But he didn’t see it, did he? He didn’t see that at each of his compliments the distance between you was growing, that you were smiling less, laughing less as dinner went on. You looked at him as if asking him to not say anything else, to not make this even harder than it had to be.
You were here having dinner with him, but your mind was constantly going to your past. As to how you could be sharing this meal with Jaehyun, how you could be laughing with him, holding hands with him.
And yes, you had asked him to leave you alone, to never find you again, and you had cut all ties with him, but it was hard to not admit to yourself that some part of you still longed for him. Part of you wondered if you weren’t trying to fill that void with Jisung, while you were thinking it came from someone else.
After dinner was over, you decided to walk for a while together, before each of you went your separate ways. You walked side by side, glancing at the window-shops and pointing at objects that made you smile. It was your first time exploring these streets, you hadn’t had the chance yet as you were always at the hospital, resting, or doing something else.
Everything around here was quieter than the bay area. There, at this time of the night, tourists had taken over the main streets and were constantly taking pictures and posing at the local landmarks, stalling most of the resident’s way home. Here, the streets were not as crowded and you could walk next to each other while listening to each other clearly. You enjoyed that, although it did make your thoughts a little too loud for your taste.
Jisung took you to some of his favourite places in the city. A bakery that was closed at this time of the day, but that he said had the best-baked goods he ever tasted. The local cinema had a few movies for you to watch, but none of them was interesting to the both of you. A small bookstore where Jisung introduced you to the owner, who promised to give you discounts from that moment forward. You ended up buying three books that Jisung gladly carried in a recyclable bag you always had with you.
Your final stop was a vinyl store where he gushed over his favourite artists and told you which albums he had bought and which ones he had on his wishlist. You tried to remember the album covers so you could come back here and buy him one as a birthday gift. Or just as a gift, for no special occasion.
When your tour ended, Jisung decided to drive you home. You insisted on taking public transportation, but he said that if he had his car, he could drive you home. He presented pretty good arguments, such as not having to wait for the bus to arrive, stopping right in front of your door, and of course, the company.
“And let’s not forget the comfort as well,” he said just as a last one if you weren’t convinced yet. “My car is very comfortable. You should test it for yourself.”
You rolled your eyes and nodded. “Fine. Drive me home, I’ll give you the directions.”
With Jisung on the driver’s seat and you next to him, the two of you made your way to your apartment. It didn’t take long before you recognized the building where your rented apartment stood.
“Over there,” you signalled a parking spot to Jisung and he nodded, driving there.
He parked the car and turned off the engine, the silence taking over. You gulped and slowly removed your seatbelt, and he did the same.
“Thank you for the ride,” you smiled at him. “I’ll… get going now. Good night.”
“I’ll go with you,” you tried to tell him it wasn’t necessary, but he was already opening the car door.
You took a deep breath and exited, Jisung following you as you walked to your building, hands in his pockets.
“I had fun tonight,” you said, trying to keep the silence at bay. “The food was nice, the tour was entertaining and you’re right, the seats of your car are comfortable.”
He nodded and the two of you stopped, and you turned to look at him, smiling. Jisung gulped and took a few steps closer to you, but you didn’t move backwards.
“I want to do this again,” he said, a shy smile on his lips. He didn’t take his eyes from yours as he said it. “But…”
He walked closer to you and grabbed your hand in his. You gulped, your eyes looking at your hands together.
Don’t say it, Jisung. Not yet. Don’t.
“I… don’t want us to do it just as friends, Y/N. Or coworkers. I…” You looked back at him, knowing what he was about to say next. He smiled and took another step closer to you, caressing your cheek. “I love you, Y/N. And…”
He didn’t finish. Maybe it was the confusion in your eyes that caused him to take a step back, to drop your hand. Maybe it was your breathing that failed you or your trembling lip. Or maybe it was something else.
Not yet. Not yet. You shouldn’t have said it. Not yet.
Your thoughts were loud, and your lips were parted as if to let words out, but you couldn’t say anything. What were you supposed to say? What were you supposed to do?
“I…” You gulped and looked away from him. “I… don’t know what to do.”
It sounded like a cry for help because it was. You wanted to love Jisung, and you wanted to let him love you, but right now, in the back of your mind, you were struggling with doubt and insecurities.
What if you said yes to him, given him your all, and the same thing happened again? You couldn’t avoid thinking about Jaehyun and what had happened between the two of you. It wasn’t that you saw Jaehyun in Jisung, they couldn’t be more different. But you couldn’t help but fear that the same thing would happen. And you couldn’t love Jisung halfway. You didn’t want to love with doubt or fear. But if you said yes right now, that would happen.
Jisung was stunned as he looked at you. You gulped, looking him in the eyes, trying not to cry. You didn’t want to do this, but Jisung deserved better. Not some heartbroken woman who still hadn’t gotten over her ex-fiancé, who would use him to get over someone.
“We should keep things as they are,” you finally said, the words struggling to come out. “It’s for the best…”
There was so much you wanted to tell him. How you reciprocated his feelings, how you were feeling conflicted and confused. How you didn’t want to give him just half of you, how you were still healing, trying to get over everything that had happened. And yet, you didn’t say anything.
You watched as he gulped and let out a nervous laugh, scratching the back of his neck. He didn’t say anything else and just nodded as he turned around and walked back to his car. You waited to see him if he would turn around, be he didn’t. You wanted to go after him, but your feet were glued to the ground. You wanted to scream, ask him to come back, but the words didn’t come.
It was only when he drove away that something came out of your mouth. A sob that you couldn’t muffle with your hands.
You had broken his heart, you knew that was a given.
But you had broken yours too. And that you hadn’t expected. At least, not like this.
— 💙 —
When you got to the hospital, you went straight to the locker room, hoping you’d find Jisung there. Last night had been something that you couldn’t wrap your head around and for some reason, you wanted to see him. You had to see him, you had to explain yourself to him. You had spent most of your night thinking of the right way to say what you were feeling but every time you looked at yourself in the mirror, words didn’t come out. You were stunned, unable to express what you were thinking, feeling. It was frustrating.
The locker room remained quiet as a couple of your coworkers got ready for their shift, offering you polite smiles that you had a hard time reciprocating. You took your time getting ready, your heart jumping from your chest every time the door opened, only to get back to a normal heartbeat when you saw it wasn’t Jisung. People left to do their work and after waiting for more than enough, you decided you also had to go to work. You opened the door and walked outside, finding Seungmin at his desk.
“Good morning to you, doctor Y/L/N.” He looked at you and fixed his glasses, an inquiring expression on his face. “Did something happen? You look… distressed.”
That was too kind of him. You sighed and leaned on the counter. “Is Jisung here?”
“Date went well?” He asked curiously. The soft smile on his face faded and he gulped. “Date didn’t go well?”
“Is he here?” You asked, trying to keep the urgency away from your voice. “I need to talk to him.”
Seungmin shook his head, giving you a sympathetic look. “He’s… not coming today. Claimed he wasn’t feeling physically well.”
“Thank you, Seungmin.” You sighed and glanced at the charts on his desk. “I will make my rounds, then.”
He nodded and you tried your best to get distracted by work. You went to see a few of your patients that were recovering from surgeries, some that would have surgeries soon, and others who were paying a visit so you could see how they were doing, if they needed new medication or new exams ordered.
At lunch, you went to eat at the cafeteria, hoping that the noise would drown your thoughts. It didn’t work, because not even Changbin’s and Chan’s non-stop conversation was able to distract you from the loudness of your mind.
After your long shift at the hospital, you just wanted to go home. Today had been an exhausting day and your emotions were still on edge. Right now, you couldn’t wait to get home and eat something delicious and comforting.
You pressed the elevator button, and stepped back slightly, being careful to not get in the way of those who were working at this time of the day.
“Already on your way home?” Jisung’s voice made your heartbeat increase. You slowly turned around to find him glancing over a chart on his hand. He avoided your gaze, he didn’t even dare to look at you.
“My shift is over. I think I deserve some rest,” you spoke more harshly than you intended. Not wanting to give away your true feelings was becoming exhausting.
“Well, I can only wish you a happy rest, then.” Without adding anything else, he continued his way to the corridor and didn’t look back at you, not even once.
You sighed, watching as his figure moved away as if slipping through your fingers. So this was how it was going to be from now on? A strange atmosphere where you spoke in half words, didn’t share smiles or jokes, didn’t look at each other. Was this keeping things as they were before? No. It was the furthest thing from it.
This was pain. You weren’t even sure if you were thankful that at least he had spoken and acknowledged you, or if you should feel devastated because the good you shared with him was now gone.
Part of you wondered if he had moved on already. You were on the verge of letting the past go, maybe embracing the present. But it was going to take some time, you weren’t sure how long, but part of you wished you had that answer. Heartbreak is something you don’t get over quite easily.
However, you weren’t sure what heartbreak were you getting over right now. The one from last night, or the one from a couple of months ago.
— 💙 —
Jisung avoided you as much as he could. In the morning, he arrived earlier and stopped adding sticky notes to your locker. At lunch, he went your opposite way: if you were in the common room, he would go to the cafeteria. If you were at the cafeteria, he would go to the common room. It was painful for him to look at you, to try to make sense of what had happened.
He thought… he could’ve sworn you were on the same page about your feelings for each other. Jisung saw the way you looked at him, how you smiled at him, how you laughed with him. How you enjoyed his company, his presence as much as he did yours. So why didn’t you love him? What was the reason, what was he missing?
Wasn’t he enough when his heart was practically yours?
The hardest part of this all was the patients he shared with you. You oftentimes had discussions that turned into arguments about what was best. He didn’t listen to you, and he wondered if you listened to him. It became such a terrible environment that Jisung and you would often ask Seungmin to keep each other informed on what the other one was doing.
“You need to solve this,” Seungmin shook his head and gave Jisung some documentation for him to sign. “I am tired of acting like a messenger. I didn’t become a nurse to deal with this.”
“Do you have a better idea?” Jisung signed the papers and returned them to Seungmin. “I think we’re doing well. It could be worst.”
“Oh, it certainly could be worse, of course! Like you could come to work crying and pouting, and she could be screaming at you every day and refuse to work with you! It could be worse!” Seungmin rolled his eyes and fixed his glasses, looking Jisung in the eyes. “Are you a mature adult or a big child?”
Jisung sighed, taking in the comment of his friend. It was true, the way you two were behaving was probably extremely embarrassing to look at from the outside. There was an effort from both of you to look past what had happened, but some things are not easily forgotten. When Jisung looked at you, he went back to that night, to your rejection at his raw feelings that he thought you reciprocated.
How could something so wonderful crash down so violently like this?
He didn’t know if he was an idiot for not getting over you. Even if he avoided you, he still couldn’t help but glance your way when you were smiling, he couldn’t help but feel his heart getting wilder when he heard your laugh, he couldn’t help but long for you. Whenever you found him looking at you, your expression would quickly change into something that Jisung could only describe as pain, sorrow, or sadness. He would quickly look away, but your eyes remained on him. He didn’t dare to look back at you, afraid of what looking into your eyes would cause in him.
“I’ll think about it,” He eventually answered Seungmin, who was back on his chair, typing on his computer. “Is she at the locker room?”
Seungmin gave Jisung a glare and rolled his eyes. “I don’t know. My job is not to keep track of Y/N’s movements, you know? Figure it out yourself. I won’t help any of you anymore.”
Jisung rolled his eyes and walked to the locker room, hoping that he wouldn’t find you there and that his return home would be somewhat peaceful. When he entered, he found the small space empty and took a deep breath. He walked to his locker and opened it but quickly noticed a small, folded paper on the bottom, something he didn’t have there this morning. He looked around the room, making sure he was alone, and after grabbing it, he unfolded it.
It didn’t take him long to recognize your handwriting. You had made an effort to make it readable, and part of him couldn’t help but appreciate the effort, even if he couldn’t smile at it. He sighed, his eyes going over what you had written him. It wasn’t a pun, or a fact, or a terrible drawing. It was something that he had said to you the first time you two met.
I may be tough to crack, and hard to understand, but you did get to my heart.
Jisung gulped, reading your words over and over again, trying to make some sense of it. What was this supposed to mean? He wasn’t sure if this was a cruel joke from you or what it meant. He took a deep breath and as he exhaled, he ripped the paper in half and without thinking twice, threw it in the trash.
He got ready to go home and exited the locker room as quickly as he could, not looking back when he closed the door. He pressed the elevator button and waited for it to get to his floor. When it arrived, he stepped aside, giving space so people could exit and he noticed you in the small crowd.
His heart sunk in his chest as you passed by him, oblivious to his presence. He watched as you greeted Seungmin, a polite smile on your face your eyes still sad. You continued to move to the corridor and passed the locker room, causing Jisung to take a deep breath when he saw your figure disappear in the distance.
“Looking like a lost puppy won’t get her to talk to you, you know?” Seungmin’s voice brought Jisung back to reality. He cleared his throat and waved his friend goodbye and entered the elevator, watching the doors close in front of him.
He shook his head, finally understanding what he had done. Your source of contact to him, your small attempt to express your raw feelings, Jisung had thrown them in the trash like they meant nothing. He gulped, thinking again of that night.
He had told you he loved you and you asked him for everything to remain the same. And now, you had given him something, some sort of chance, and he had thrown it away, ignored it, disregarded it.
But the words remained. The message lingered. The pain settled in.
You did get to my heart, you had written him. What were you trying to tell him?
Jisung wanted to know. He needed to know if this pain was fear of closure, struggling to move on, or hope for something more.
— 💙 —
Everything in your body screamed that you needed to rest, after the long surgery in the operating room. After letting the patient's family know how everything went well and seeing their relieved faces, you went to your floor, taking the stairs. You stayed still for too long and needed to stretch your legs.
With each step, you thought about what you were going to do next. Part of you wanted to stay behind and get something from the cafeteria and eat in the common room. Another wanted to go home, shower and then go out for a drink at the local bar. Maybe that last one wasn’t such a good idea as there was a chance you might see Jisung and you didn’t want the mood to get strange.
You wondered how he was doing. He hadn’t mentioned anything about the note you dropped on his locker a couple of days ago, but you saw that he dropped it in the trash. The sight of it made you cry, but you understood Jisung’s decision. After all, hadn’t you done something similar to him? Maybe this was his way of telling you that he had moved on and that now you were only coworkers, people who saw each other in corridors, patient’s rooms, but had nothing in common other than their job.
Wasn’t it sad? Your insecurities, your worries of falling in love with someone who would break your heart had that exact effect on you. Because even if you hadn’t told Jisung you loved him, you did love him, more than you initially expected. And all of this was absolutely heartbreaking.
Still, now you knew you had missed your window. Whatever feelings Jisung had for you, they were no longer there, you were certain of it. You had to once again, move on from heartbreak, heal on your own, and hope that the next time you would fall in love wouldn’t lead to heartbreak.
After getting your stuff from the locker room, you climbed down the stairs again, avoiding the desk near the elevators. You were happy for the silence you carried with you, it helped you make sense of your thoughts for the rest of the day.
As you climbed the stairs slowly, you started to regret your decision. There were too many steps, split into many floors and you even considered catching the elevator on another floor and using it to get to the ground floor. Eventually, you reached the end of the stairs and smiled.
Mission accomplished, you thought to yourself.
You continued to walk, seeing the hospital’s main doors in front of you. A couple more steps and you would go home and rest. That’s what you needed today.
“Why the stairs?” You turned around to find Jisung catching his breath behind you. “You could’ve taken the elevator, you know?”
“I wanted to stretch my legs,” you justified, noticing how flushed his cheeks were. “Good night, Jisung.”
You turned around and started to walk, leaving him behind. Still, you heard his steps echoing behind you and you turned around once again, causing Jisung to almost fall on you. He stopped startled, and your eyes widened.
“Are you ok?” You asked him.
Spending some time away from Jisung caused you to notice how tired he looked. His cheeks were less full, and his eyes sad, not to mention that he looked distressed. You couldn’t help but be worried about him. You softly grabbed his chin and tilted his head to the side, noticing a cut on his eyebrow.
“What happened?” His lip was also slightly swollen, you noticed. “Did you get into a fight?”
“I had too much to drink,” he admitted, looking at you as you observed his face. “And I fought someone at the bar yesterday. And before you say anything,” he warned and you looked into his eyes, lips slightly parted. “I am not proud of what I did.”
You weren’t sure if his words were referring to the fight or something else. You slowly dropped your hand from his chin but didn’t move back. Part of you had missed being this close to him and you were afraid of what would happen if you stepped away from him.
“You shouldn’t be,” you answered. “You look like a wreck, you know?”
“So do you, Y/N.” Now he was the one worried, looking over your face as if looking for something.
You nodded and sighed. “I know, Jisung. I… feel like one.”
For a while, none of you said anything. There was so much you wanted to ask him, so much you wanted to explain to him, but you weren’t sure where to start or what was important right now. Everything seemed meaningful and worth sharing with him.
You missed him so much. The feeling hit in such a way that you could barely hold it together as you looked at him. Did you really have to get over him? You didn’t want to. Still, you were almost certain he had moved on and you should that too. It was for the best.
“What do you need?” You asked him, gesturing to the stairs behind him. “What is so urgent that you had to come running?”
“I… We… This…” he gestured between the two of you with a finger and sighed in desperation. “We need to solve this.”
“What do you mean?” You asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Y/N…” He shook his head, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I can’t keep doing this. I can’t… pretend that what I said to you meant nothing. I can’t… ignore what you left at my locker. I want to but… but I can’t.”
“Jisung…” He messed his hair and sighed.
“It’s hard, you know?” His eyes met yours, trying to keep his emotions to himself. But you knew him. Certain things he could no longer hide from you. “All that time, I thought you… you liked me too. And then you say that everything should remain the same. That… it was better this way. But is it?”
You opened your mouth to speak but Jisung kept going. “But then, you look at me like that. As if you… as if you didn’t mean what you said. As if… as if…”
“As if I love you.” The words left your lips as a soft whisper. You watched as Jisung nodded, all the hurt and suffering those words brought to him. He had said them to you once, but you had never said them to him.
“Yes, as if you… love me,” he concluded, the words foreign to him. “But do you? I thought you didn’t, but then you wrote me that note and now I don’t know what to think anymore. Am I seeing things? Or do you… love me… too?”
You nodded and took a step closer to him. Your fingers traced the buttons on his shirt, and you looked him in the eyes, nodding again. “I love you, Jisung. You’re not seeing things.”
There was so much more you wanted to tell him, so much you wanted to explain but right now, that didn’t matter. He cupped your face and pulled closer, brushing his lips slowly against yours before kissing you softly. He flinched and the two of you parted ways, an apologetic expression in his eyes.
“My lip…” he reminded you and you smiled softly. You kissed his cheek and his smile widened before he winced again, shaking his head. You let out a soft giggle.
“We’ll repeat this some other time.”
“Yes,” he nodded and caressed your cheek, looking into your eyes fondly. “Many more times.”
— 💙 —
Things at the hospital were better than they had been. Jisung and you were trying to find your pace between having a relationship and working together which led to a lot of stolen kisses in the locker room, and some more private notes in each other’s lockers, now hidden from everyone’s eyes.
You had expressed your feelings to Jisung and explained why on that night, you had said what you did. He had never considered your fears, or what you might have been going through, but he was glad that now he knew. You had been conflicted, worried, scared of what loving Jisung could mean to you. He wasn’t going to break your heart, that was for sure. He was yours now for you to love and to care.
Oh, and how wonderful it was to be loved by you. Jisung was so happy that he was by your side now, that he didn’t have to pretend that he didn’t admire you, or that his smile wasn’t only for you. You had to remind him that you were at your workplace, but sometimes he didn’t care.
“Just give me a kiss,” he whined, wrapping his arms around your waist behind you. “And then I’ll leave.”
“You know we’re at work, right?” You turned your head to look at him and he kissed your cheek. “Jisung!”
“It was a friendly kiss! And it’s not like people don’t know about us… in fact, I want them to know.”
You closed your locker and Jisung let go of your waist waiting for you to turn around and look at him.
“Well, people can know, but I still want our patients to trust us. We should control ourselves a little bit more.”
“Right…” Jisung walked towards you and you leaned on the locker behind you. He grinned, moving his head close to yours. “So I can’t do this here?”
“What-” He kissed your jaw softly and you slapped him on the shoulder, eyes widened. “Jisung!”
“Nobody is coming!” He pointed to the door. “Just a kiss, please.” You shook your head and crossed your arms. “Just one.”
“It’s never just one, and we know it.”
“That’s because you’re irresistible,” he whispered to your ear, and you rolled your eyes. He pouted when you looked at him. “Just one, please.”
“Fine,” you pulled him closer and kissed him softly and then let go of him, fixing the collar of his white coat, satisfied with your control. You smiled at him and warned. “Just one.”
“Yes.” He wanted more, though. He opened his mouth to speak but you quickly placed a finger on his lips.
“No, I won’t open an exception right now.”
He chuckled and shook his head, watching as you walked towards the locker room, trying to open it. You gave Jisung an upset look and he shrugged, joining you and unlocking the door.
“I told you, no one was coming…”
“I can’t believe you did this, Jisung.” You opened the door, shaking your head.
“It won’t be the last time, I can assure you of that,” he whispered to you and saw your cheeks blushing. He smiled. “I’ll let you know next time so you can… relax.”
“Jisung…” You warned. “We’re at work.”
He nodded, understanding your tone. You were right, but Jisung didn’t mind making you a little flustered in the morning. You also had your ways of teasing him, which were sometimes worse than his.
“Good morning, lovebirds.” Seungmin greeted in his unbothered tone. He studied you and then Jisung and fixed his glasses. “I have some good news for you.”
“What is it?” You asked expectantly and leaned on the counter as if to listen to him better.
“Well,” Seungmin started, glancing at Jisung again. “Lee Minho has said no to the board about them reducing the department’s budget.”
“Finally, the man does something,” you whispered so only Jisung and Seungmin could hear. “Why did he do that, though?”
“That, I don’t know. Chan told me the meeting with the administration was pretty intense.”
“Well,” Jisung cleared his throat and looked at you. “I’m sure he realized you and I would riot if he didn’t do anything, so he did something this time.”
“I’m sure it was the power of love that compelled Lee Minho to stand up to the administration…” Seungmin rolled his eyes and sighed. “Have you listened to yourself lately, Jisung?”
You laughed and patted Jisung on the shoulder, starting to walk away. He pouted as you moved away from him. “We’ll have lunch together?”
You nodded and gave him a thumbs-up before waving at him. “I’ll meet you in the common room, ok?”
“I’ll start heating your lunch for you!” He waved you goodbye, smiling brightly.
He watched as you disappeared in the corridor, already missing you.
“Just get out of my sight,” Seungmin said, gesturing with his head to the corridor. “All of this in the morning is making me sick.”
“Good thing you work at a hospital, then,” Jisung shrugged and smiled. “I feel like Y/N and I should check up on your heart, you know? I think you have a rock there instead.”
“Ha Ha, very funny doctor Han.” Seungmin rolled his eyes and returned to his work.
Jisung took this cue and did the same, looking at the clock more often than he’d like to admit, always counting down the minutes before he could be with you again.
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yuta-senpai · 2 months ago
Recording Time | Han Jisung
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This was privately requested by a friend.  
Han Jisung 60, 27, and 35
“Let me hear those pretty moans.”
“I'm gonna record your moans and use them on the new album."
“Oh fuck, did we just break the bed?”
- Pairing: Dom Han Jisung x Female reader
- Genre: Smut
- Warnings: Recording of moans, fingering, clothes ripping/cutting,  and unprotected sex.
- Word Count: 2k 
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Jisung stood above you smiling, “Babyyyy can you come into the studio for the moment?  I want to ask your opinion about something.”
You arched your eyebrow at him, “What’s up?”
“Ahh, I just need you to hear this and see if you agree with me.”
He was acting odd so you knew something was up.  He grabbed your hand and pulled you to stand, leading you to the studio.  He sat down in his chair and pulled you down onto his lap. 
“Okay listen to this.”
He played the song, it was a solo rap, and it honestly sounded really good.
You listened and he watched you. 
“What do you think?”
“I think it sounds perfect Jisung.”
He sighed and moved to a certain part of the song, “Something is missing right here.”
He played it and tapped his fingers along to the music against your thigh.
“Hmm, I see what you mean.  What are you wanting to add there?”
“I have an idea but I will need your help.”
“My help?  With what?”
He leaned close to your ear “I'm gonna record your moans and use them.  I think they would fit perfectly right here.”
Your face heated up, “Yah, no way Jisung.”
He wrapped his hands around your waist and pulled you back closer against him, you could feel his boner poking against your ass.
“Come on, it would be hot.  Plus you would be able to help me.  Please baby.”
“But it’s embarrassing.”
“No, it’s not, your moans are so pretty.”
You bit your lip and thought for a moment, weighing your options.
He kissed your neck and lightly sucked, “Let’s get started then.”
You gasped and he smirked against the skin, his fingers slid from your waist down to your inner thigh.  He grabbed the skin roughly and then slapped his hand down on it.
“Oh shit.”
His other hand moved to grab your breast.  Massaging it through your shirt.  He moved your right thigh to hook it over his leg, forcing you to spread your legs.
“Ah, shouldn’t we move to the bedroom?”
“Let me get some recordings in here and there, you know different resonation.”
“You need to record it then.”
He groaned and opened a file and pressed record, “There.”
“Where is the mic?”
He pointed to the microphone sitting on his desk, it was one meant to easily pick up sounds.  
“I set it up ahead of time.”
His hand went back to your thigh, massaging the skin and then slapping it.  Each time it pulled a moan from your lips.
“Yes, let me hear those pretty moans.  Loud and clear for the microphone baby.”
He moved his hand up right to where the leg of your shorts ended, teasing the fabric away and grazing over your panties then he moved his hand back down your thigh.
You groaned and he chuckled.
“So impatient.”
“No, you are just teasing.”
“Maybe, but you are also impatient.”
His lips moved back to your neck and he finally moved his hand up and pushed your panties and shorts to the side.  You leaned your head back and moaned when he lightly ran his finger across your clit.
“So wet for me.”
He quickly rubbed your clit and you closed your leg around his hand.
“Now that’s not going to work baby.”
He resituated you in his lap and moved your left leg over his thigh, so you were forced to stay open.
He spread his legs more, spreading you.
“There we go.”
He flicked your clit and you jumped in his hold, “Oh fuck Jisung.”
He chuckled lowly and rubbed his fingers quickly over your clit, making your legs shake “Ahhh too sensitive.”
“You know you can handle it.”
“Ahhhh, no.  It’s too much.”
Your whole body shook and you whimpered and moaned loudly.
“Such pretty moans for the song.”
“Jisung please slow down.”
He slowed down and moved to just rolling your clit back and forth.
You nodded and he moved his other hand to grab your cheeks, squishing them “You know to use your words, don’t you?”
“Yes, Jisung.”
“Good girl.”
He let your face go and moved that hand to your breast, the other one still rubbed slow circles on your clit.  You moaned quietly. “This isn’t going to do.”
He started to move his hand fast again and you moaned loudly, shaking in his hold, the pleasure overwhelming.  You couldn’t help but moan loudly.
“Go ahead and cum for me.  Your moans are prettiest when cumming.”
You grabbed onto his arm, digging your nails into the flesh.  
“Come on, you can do it, let go, baby.”
You closed your eyes tightly, throwing your head back on his shoulder, he held you tightly against him as you shook in his hold.  His fingers continuing the same torturous pace that made your whole body shake.
You let out breathy loud moans as you came, your body shaking against his.
“Good girl.”
You whimpered when he continued rubbing his fingers quickly.  He finally slowed down and you relaxed in his hold, heavy breaths leaving your lips.
“Your moans sounded so pretty, will definitely use some of those in the song.”
He grabbed your chin and turned your head.  He kissed your cheek, you turned further and kissed him on the lips.  He smiled against your lips and wrapped his hand up in your hair.  He pulled it back and you moaned.  
“Don’t think we are done, we are just getting started.”
You bit your lip and nodded.
Your left leg had slipped from around his, so he moved it back spreading you again.
He grabbed at your shorts trying to rip them and groaned when he couldn’t.
“Don’t you dare rip them Jisung.”
He reached over, opened a drawer, and grabbed scissors.
“No, don’t you dare.”
He grabbed the material and cut them and your panties then he ripped them off.
“Ahh Jisung, I could have taken them off.”
“No, it’s more fun this way.”
The crotch of your shorts and panties ripped apart and it was only attached to your waist.
“Might as well cut them all the way off.”
He snipped the waistband of your shorts and panties then ripped them too, the material falling from you and he pushed it into the floor.
“Why do you like doing that Jisung?”
“Why not?  I’ll just buy you new ones.”
“Stop cutting off and ripping my damn clothes Jisung.”
He grabbed your shirt and ripped it making you gasp.
“Don’t tell me what to do.”
You rolled your eyes and sighed.  He pushed the shirt off, leaving you in nothing. 
“I like you best naked.”
“Yeah, and how am I going to get back to the room naked without getting caught by another member?”
“Oh shit, I didn’t think about that.  Oh well.”
He grabbed your breast suddenly and moved his hand back down your thigh.
“We will worry about that later, I think everybody is out anyways.”
He slid his fingers along your core, collecting your wetness, then he pushed two fingers inside.  You moaned and arched your back.  You tightened around his fingers and he groaned, “So tight for me.”
He curled his fingers up into you, rubbing his fingers over your most sensitive spot.  He had done this so many times he knew exactly where to hit to make you see white.
He curled his fingers quickly, not wasting any time in trying to get you to cum. You grabbed his arm again and dug your nails in “Fuck, Jisung.”
Labored breaths and moans left your lips as you were overwhelmed with pleasure.  Your toes curled and you moaned out as an orgasm washed over you.  He continued to move his fingers quickly, making you stop breathing as you reached behind you, grabbing his neck.  He pushed you over the edge within seconds of the last orgasm and you moaned so loud if anybody was in the dorm they definitely heard you.
“Fuck, that was hot baby.”
He kissed your exposed shoulder and slowed his fingers down, waiting for you to finally relax in his arms.
You let out a heavy breath you had been holding and finally relaxed.
He ran his hands over your stomach and thighs, letting you catch your breath.  He was trying to help you ground yourself and calm you down.
“You did good baby.”
He leaned over you and paused the recording, saving it.
“Okay, let’s go to the bedroom.”
He took his shirt off and handed it to you, so you could be covered if somebody was home.
He grabbed his phone and followed you as you led him to the bedroom.
You smiled at him and he smiled back.  You laid down in bed and he locked the door behind you.  You had removed his shirt and thrown it elsewhere.
He eyed you and smirked.
“You look so good laid out like that for me.  I want to ruin you.  I would love to have you ride my thigh or my fingers again but fuck I need you. ”
He gripped his prominent bulge through his sweats and shook it, really showing you how hard he was. 
“I need you Jisung.”
“One moment baby.”
He threw his phone onto the bed and pushed his sweats off, fully naked for you.
He climbed onto the bed and hovered over you, kissing you quickly.  He leaned back and grabbed his phone.
“What are you doing?”
“Hmm, oh turning on a voice recording app.”
He started it then set the phone next to your head.
He grabbed your legs and pulled you down the bed towards him making you gasp.
He chuckled and you wrapped your legs around his waist.
You reached between the two of you and stroked his dick.  He groaned and threw his head back.  Precum leaked from the tip and you rubbed it against your clit.
He moved your hand and grabbed it himself, positioning himself.  He teased the tip in and then pulled back out.  He did this a few more times until one time you used your legs to pull him forward.
He groaned as he sunk all the way in. “Fucckkkk.”
You moaned and grabbed onto his arms.
He leaned forward and grabbed your hands, holding them above your head as he thrust into you slowly.  
“I am gonna be rough, want to get those sweet moans from your lips.”
He thrust in especially hard and you moaned loudly, tightening your legs around his waist.
He grabbed one of your legs and moved it up to his shoulder, making the stretch even more apparent.
You dug your nails into your own hand, as he still had your hands pinned above your head.
After a while, he let go of your hands and leaned back.  He grabbed your legs and moved them together, your thighs touching, and he bent you nearly in half.  He kept thrusting slow and hard, pulling loud whiny moans from you with nearly every thrust.  
The drag of his cock against your walls was intense in this position.
“Fuck, Jisung I can’t.  Too much.”
“You keep saying you can’t handle things but I know you can.”
He started to thrust faster and you dug your nails into the sheets.  The world was blurry from the pleasure, or maybe tears.
“Aww, are you crying baby?  Fucking you so good, you are crying.  How cute.”
You wiped the tears from your eyes as he continued to fuck into you quickly.  His bed frame hit up against the wall with each thrust.  His thrusts got particularly hard and this finally sent you over the edge as your screamed out.  He groaned lowly and started to thrust faster.  He thrust one final hard time as he came and when he did the bed made a cracking sound and the end by your head tipped down, a leg breaking.  You nearly screamed and he held onto you as you both slid down.
You suddenly started laughing and his eyes were wide.
“Oh fuck, did we just break the bed?”
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channiechwn · a month ago
don’t be afraid anymore!
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◡̈ pairing: gn!reader x bang chan
◡̈ genre: fluff, angst, happy ending!, crush au
◡̈ warnings: trust issues, clingy as an insecurity, horrible exes
◡̈ word count: 1.8k+
◡̈ summary: as the saying goes, “once bitten, twice shy”. ever since your first encounter with love, you vowed never to love again. however, ever since chan tumbled into your life, you can’t seem to keep up with your promise.
(a/n: tell me if there are any mistakes!)
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“Will you ever learn to get off my back? She’s no one to me, stop worrying so much! If you don’t trust me then maybe we should break up…” Jaesung glowered at you, shrugging your hand off of his arm.
“I hate overbearing people like you. We just weren’t match made in heaven, move on,” with that he turned around, shoving your shoulder in the process. No matter how hard you tried to chase after him, it was as if he placed a curse on your feet, preventing you from stopping him.
“Wait, Jaesung, I’m sorry! Please come back…” your voice cracked in the process of screaming for the love of your life to come back into your arms. Tears rolled down your cheeks and all you could do was watch him caress the hand of another woman....
Your parched throat from all the panting caused you to shoot up from your bed, arms flailing around in the process of reaching for the light switch. Your heart was palpitating and you felt the room spin as a feeling of distraught washed over you. How could you still dream of someone so sick and vile?
Water. That is what you need right now.
You wiped the stray tears that rolled down your cheeks which formed during the nightmare as your shaky and wobbly hands reached out to grab the glass of water that was always perched on your bedside table. Unfortunately, the series of unfortunate events caused you to lose focus as your grip on the glass loosened, making it slip out of your grasp. Next thing you knew, the shrill sound from the crash of glass against the hard floor resonated throughout the entire dorm. You winced in the process. Could you be more clumsy enough? The 8 other boys living with you rarely have a good rest due to their packed schedule and here you are, possibly waking them up from their slumber at 4am in the morning.
The pitter-patter sound of footsteps came rushing towards your room and your door creaked open. Chan’s head popped out and a concerned frown was etched onto his face. You watched his eyes trail from your slouched figure to the remanence of your so-called “cup” that was smashed into smithereens. Chan rushed towards you and his mind was filled with thousands of  thoughts. Were you ok? What happened?
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The aroma of delicious smelling pancakes wafted through the air, awakening you from your  slumber. A series of cheers sounded throughout the dormitory as you trudged out of your bedroom into the dining area.
The aroma of delicious smelling pancakes wafted through the air, awakening you from your  slumber. A series of cheers sounded throughout the dormitory as you trudged out of your bedroom into the dining area.
“Chan obviously made it for me! I’m his favourite!” Jisung said, eyeing the stack of pancakes on the table. “I’m cute so it’s for me!” Jeongin added, slapping Jisung’s grubby hands before it touched the pancakes. Before another member could butt in and argue that the pancakes were his, Chan walked out from the bathroom and quickly snatched the plate, shielding it from the members.
“The pancakes are for me right?” Felix questioned with a smirk on his face, taunting Jisung. Jisung just grumbled something under his breath before turning away with his arms crossed in front of his chest. “It’s for y/n actually,” Chan said with a shy smile adorned on his face.
“Good morning!” you chirped, causing the boy’s disappointed expressions to brighten up. You took your seat at the dining table before cutting a portion of the pancake for each member to eat. As Chan wolfed down his pancakes, whipped cream got onto his nose. You giggled at the sight, causing him to look up at you. Seeing his crush happy made him happy too.
“You look so silly! Let me help you,” you offered, taking a napkin and leaning forward to wipe the cream off his face. As you were about to clean it off, Chan decided to tease you by moving his head side to side. This caused you to let out a laugh as you used your hand to cup his face in order to stabilise him, not noticing that the other members were looking at you two with sneaky glances. “Are you two done flirting?” Minho asked, causing the both of you to freeze and look down. Chan’s ears began to glow bright red and you felt your heart skip a beat as the two of you realised that your teasing action was a tad bit too intimate for “friends”.
After breakfast, Chan left for the studio, leaving the 7 boys and you in the dorm. You guys were sitting in the living room in comfortable silence before it was interrupted by Hyunjin. “You like him don’t you?'' Hyunjin queried, looking at you. Upon hearing his question, the other boys turned to stare at both of you, intrigued by the scenario playing in front of them. “What? No way…” you answered, trying to convince him and yourself but it was clearly failing. It was undeniable how Chan made you feel special and loved - truly loved, unlike your ex. Your eyes averted from the curious glances you received and they landed on your fingers which were currently playing with the ends of your hoodie. Hyunjin and the others knew you too well, you guys were best friends afterall, but they decided not to press you too much.
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The next week was filled with chan doing something sweet for you everyday. It ranged from buying you gifts, writing you notes of encouragement and cooking meals for you. Today, you received a box of chocolates which was placed in front of the door to your room and on top of the box was a little envelope. You carefully opened the envelope and read the letter in it.
Can we talk? Let’s meet at the Cafe Yellow Wood at 8pm tonight.
- Chan :)
That night as you made your way towards Cafe Yellow Wood, you couldn’t help but feel slightly anxious and fidgety. What did Chan want to talk about? Did he want to end the friendship with you? Or worse - did he find you too clingy? Before you knew it, your hand pushed open the glass door to the cafe and you spotted Chan waving, beckoning you to join him. You gingerly sat down and adjusted your skirt. “What did you want to talk about?” you began curiously.
“Well, the truth is…” Chan started, his face turning red and his eyes looking intently at yours. “I really like you and I hope that you can go out with me,” he revealed, pulling a bouquet of roses from behind him. Your heart warmed at his confession and you could not explain the happiness that you experienced. However, memories from your previous relationship flashed through your mind, or more specifically - Jaesung’s look of disgust towards you. Is accepting Chan's confession really the best thing to do now? I mean, you are still healing from your broken heart. But why does Chan always seem to make you happier?
When Chan saw your neutral expression morph into one of fear, his heart shattered. How foolish of me! He thought to himself. He thought you liked him back too but was that all platonic? Is this perfectly good friendship ruined? “I- I’m sorry… please forget this even happened,” he said, embarrassment and humiliation crossing his face. With that, he stood up, grabbed his stuff and left, leaving the bouquet of roses on the table. That was when you realised that you had  screwed up.
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After that incident, you and chan’s relationship seemed to have gone cold and distant. Chan was no longer as cheery and happy he usually was and the members noted that he has grown skinnier. You on the other hand had become paler and there were now visible eyebags and dark circles under your eyes. How could you sleep after making the worst mistake of your life? The members wanted to step in and salvage your relationship - they really did want to help but they decided to leave it. You two were mature adults. They were sure that the both of you could handle it yourselves. Chan had decided to focus mainly on his work, trying to distract himself from thinking about you. Maybe staying friends would be much easier, he thought.
It was finally today when you saw Chan and you were flabbergasted. He looked torn apart as his hair was disheveled and he seemed as if he didn’t sleep for days, which he probably hasn’t. You instantly felt guilty and after contemplating, you decided to muster the courage and do the right thing - the thing that you have always wanted to do but never had the bravery to do so. That night, you took a deep breath and knocked your fist on his studio door. “Come in,” a fatigued voice called out. As you peaked your head in, you noticed Chan had not acknowledged you yet, being too focused on his task.
“Hey…” you whispered, causing Chan's head to immediately face you. He dearly missed your honey voice. Listening to your voice that he longed for over the past week made him realise that his mission to get over you was: impossible. What was he even trying for when his one and only true love was you? “Let’s talk,” were the only words you spoke before grabbing his hand and pulling him up from the chair, bringing him to the rooftop of the JYP entertainment building. “About last w-” you started but was cut off by chan’s rambling. “I’m really sorry! It was a mistake! I like you but i know you don’t like me that way bu-” he shut him up by placing your finger on his moving lips.
“I really like you too. I’m sorry it took me one whole week to realise…” you said bashfully. Upon hearing the news, Chan's face of regret turned into content. One that you haven’t seen in ages. “I’m sure you already know but I like you too,” he replied, rubbing his neck. “Can I kiss you?” he muttered while staring at you. Without replying, you leaned up to join your lips as his hand grabbed yours and his thumb caressed your knuckles. As cliche as it sounds, everything seemed to fall into place.
This was when you finally realised that your fear of loving has been overcome by your one and only lover, Bang Chan.
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@hyunsuks-beanie thanks for requesting! i hope you enjoyed reading! sorry the ending was a bit rushed as its hell week in my country (exams)! ♡
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staysuki · 26 days ago
the best friend code | han jisung fic
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pairing: reader x han jisung | bestfriends to lovers
genre: fluff, non idol au
word count: 1.6k
warnings: suggestive remarks
synopsis: you and your best friend have a set of rules you follow to maintain your boundary of friendship. it's always been easier that way, but rules have always been meant to be broken.
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back when you two were young and impressionable pre-pubescent children, you've always been left to your own devices by your parents. both trustworthy kids who just like to play with each other and not cause any trouble.
by the time you two got tired of playing house, you remember lounging on the couch, turning on the tv and snickering to each other whenever you'd switch to the "adult" channels.
and no, not that kind of adult.
the kind of "adult" channel filled with boring news segments and wacky game shows— but the part you and jisung always waited for were the primetime shows: the cheesy afternoon dramas and the angsty telenovelas about broken families that had plot twists per episode.
because of this, your young minds had been plagued with unrealistic standards of how relationships work.
what scarred the two of you the most were the never ending reruns of classic romantic tragedies.
you guys always see two people start as friends then fall in love then end up breaking up, hearts broken, friendship no longer mended.
you remember finishing a certain movie and the two of you cried for minutes before deciding on a pact:
don't fall in love with each other so that you'd stay together.
as you grew up side by side, you kept true to the rules, though as you started developing mature minds, you realized how ridiculous that pact was. it was a contract written by two 7 year olds, it was bound to be childish.
nonetheless, it ended up with the two of you being a bit awkward when having to navigate through these rules as adults.
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rule number one: no cuddling at all whatsoever, touching is gross and weird
"wanna huddle up on the couch while we watch rick and morty?" jisung asked, spreading his arms over the couch, urging you to sit beside him.
"that's not even a cuddle-together type of show."
"bitch, who said we were cuddling?"
you rolled your eyes, plopping down on the empty space right next to him and he immediately wrapped his arms over your shoulder, pulling you into his body. though jisung was naturally affectionate, the times he'd do this kind of thing was closer to being rare— not that he didn't like cuddling, you two just grew up not ever touching each other at all.
"this is cuddling."
"really? i couldn't tell."
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rule number two: don't cook for each other, only husband and wife do that!!
"y/n~ when are you gonna make me ramdon?"
"jisung, they're literally just two different kinds of instant noodles mixed together, i think you can make that on your own." you replied, barely looking away from the tv as he whined beside you.
"you sure about that?" he challenged, making you pause for a bit. you knew how abhorrent he was in the kitchen and god-forbid he tries to burn down his apartment.
that night, you found yourself grumbling to yourself as you watched han jisung devour an entire plate of ramdon in front of you, not bothering to offer you some as you see his cheeks getting stuffed full with the noodles.
out of spite, you grabbed a fork and took all of the chopped steak that you added in, doing so in an insane speed that even your best friend couldn't stop.
he started to protest, "yah! that's mine!"
"i'm literally the one who made this."
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rule number three: don't do anything to each other that you'd do with a love partner
"happy anniversary!!" jisung appeared from the door, a conniving smile on his face as he gave you a tight hug, spinning you around as if you haven't seen each other in years— it's only been five hours.
"it's our 21st anniversary, since we started being friends."
"don't we already celebrate this. twice a year. on our, you know, birthdays." you remarked, knowing that you were one of those rare people that have been together since you were born. quite literally so.
"well yeah, but y'know."
"how do you even know the exact date of our friendship."
"i asked my mom when they started introducing us and apparently it was a few months after you were born, specifically today."
"ahhuh, and you chose to start celebrating this today because?" doubt dripped from your voice as you addressed this question.
"can i have some money for subway."
"fuck you, no."
"but it's our anniversary!"
you ended up ordering subway sandwiches and binging netflix together on the couch.
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rule number four: dates should come first before friendship
you walked out your room for the first time after 12 hours, cramming on procrastinated studies although mostly just taking power naps to keep your motivation for school going. you weren't sick, but you were definitely stressed out.
you see a well-dressed jisung raiding your kitchen, watching him snack on your groceries.
you knew this routine of his, it's his 'eat first so that i don't look like a slob during a date and also i don't have to pay for an expensive meal for myself'—also known as jisung's life hack to dating in college.
"special night?" you asked, catching the whiff of his special perfume reserved for date nights. he's the kind who gets different scents for different occasions. one time, he even had a different cologne for hook-ups.
"yup. someone from a different department. you good?"
you shrug, feeling meh. "yeah, just stressing out with homework and projects."
"how you holding up?"
"after one day, i've done an admirable job with two out of thirteen assessments."
"bitch, this is why i told you to like, stop procrastinating, mate."
you flipped him off, thoroughly ashamed with being caught in 4k at being bad in school.
"get your laptop, i'll help you out." he says, making your eyebrows shot up in surprise. you know that jisung had always been the smarter one between the two of you, and the more hardworking one at that.
"wouldn't you be late for your date?"
he shrugs off his jacket, waving you off nonchalantly. "i'll reschedule, it's fine."
it wasn't rare that he'd help you out, but it was the first time he'd blow off a date to do so.
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rule number five: no sleeping on the same bed
it was a cold night, the storm booming outside your window as thunder sounded every so often. you cozied up on your blanket, finding comfort in the warmth before you slowly start drifting back to sleep— until you heard the door creak open, footsteps following the sound and a shifting of the other side of your bed as the figure had finally approached.
you knew exactly who it was as your bestfriend always crashed on your couch whenever he felt like it. however, you didn't know why he suddenly cuddled up next to you.
he let out a small hum as you felt the vibration from his speech behind your back as he snuggled up closer, big spooning you, "mm."
"is the couch too uncomfortable for you now?"
"no. i just thought you wanted to be next to someone, you're afraid of thunder right?"
all drowsiness seemed to drain away from your brain as you sat up to turn around and face him with a confused expression, slightly taken aback with how he forgot something about you, "i— what. i stopped being scared of thunder ever since we were ten, idiot."
"is that so? oh well, i'm here now anyways, too lazy to get up." he shrugged, pulling you back to your sleeping position, though this time, you were now too wide awake to attempt going back to sleep.
"whatever, dork."
—rule number six: always be together forever
the noise of the storm was drowned out by the sound of your beating heart. wild and fast as it treaded on uncharted territory— cuddling in bed during a storm with han jisung.
you felt like you needed to say something to ease the awkwardness but quite frankly, you didn't want to embarrass yourself in case he was already asleep. but you were proven false when he decided to speak up instead. "i lied."
"what now."
"i know you're not afraid of thunder anymore." he said, and you could almost hear the cheeky grin on his face.
"if you wanted the bed, you could've just said so."
"no, i wanted to sleep next to you."
"i wonder why."
"i don't know, idiot," you rolled your eyes, though with your back turned to him, he wouldn't even be able to tell. instead, you felt his arms wrap tighter around your waist, pulling you even impossibly closer to his space.
"because i love you, that's why."
"well, i love you too, i mean, we've been together since—"
"no, y/n, i'm in love with you."
"wha— b-but the rules—" the confession making you sit up and turn towards him, your eyes almost bulging out of it's socket as you stumbled over your words. you felt like if you spoke any more, you'd feel your heart be thrown up from your chest with it's erratic beating, you swear it's moving out of place.
"y/n, screw the rules, we made those when we were literal children. i think we're enough of an adult at this point to know what we both want and how to make it work."
"i guess?"
"pshh, please, i know you want me too." once again, he pulled you down towards him, but this time, you were facing each other, your noses inches apart from touching as your breaths mingled in the small space between.
if you kept the eye contact with him, you were pretty sure you'd lose your composure more than it already is so you opted to roll your eyes once again because this time he could actually see you do it, "well, maybe, but if you keep being cocky about it then i might change my mind."
"i'm kidding~ can i have a good night kiss now."
"you can kiss my ass."
"patience, y/n, we'll get to that."
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a/n: just writing the short one-shot fics while i'm on break ^^;
mastertag: @leagreenly @geniejunn @90s-belladonna @loveliebri
networks: @ficscafe
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