you came into my life (just like another season) ⤖ han jisung

❖ genre : fluff; angst; hurt/comfort

❖ word count : 4,4k.

❖ warning : swearing, mentions of death, killing, implied suicide. 

❖ summary : one scarf. two hearts. three confessions. four seasons. or alternatively, jisung will love you throughout every season until you learn to love yourself. 

❖ author’s note : i’m busy preparing for finals but here’s a small piece for the new year so no one forgets me...i hope y’all didn’t, at least not yet. anywho, take this as my token of gratitude for 2021, i appreciate you all so much ♡

i. winter —

The school bell chimes. Five minutes later, you’re pushing yourself through the hall to get to the student council’s office. Plenty of ‘see you’ are echoing back and forth, some in your direction so you struggle as hard as you can to reply. 

Chaos settles once the school empties out. Someone catches your eyes, then. A boy with a red scarf around his neck. 

“Yo, Jisung,” you inquire with a slight jerk of your body because you can’t physically wave with the bulky box in your arms. It’s full of papers about upcoming Christmas events—you’re not dropping any of that. 

Jisung waves back and you’re half-expecting a cheeky smile from him—there’s none. Something restrains you from frowning. He just woke up so the fever might still be there, you don’t want to push him. His hair is a disbelieved mess, his blazer crooked on his shoulders. His face is redder than usual, too; it’s more noticeable with that red scarf. 

“Thanks for bringing me to the nurse’s office...and eating lunch with me.“ Jisung scratches his nape as if your existence alone causes him distress. “Do you uh- President, do you remember what I told you in there?”

cold sun ⤖ han jisung

❖ genre : soulmate au; fluff; angst

❖ word count : 2,6k.

❖ warning : slight swearing

❖ summary : in a world where one will lose something if their soulmate doesn’t reciprocate their words of love once they turn sixteen, jisung is willing to take the risk so you won’t have to bear the burden.

❖ note : i just realized how i always tend to write for jisung when i'm down :')) anywho this piece is a little different than what i usually come up with but i hope y'all enjoy it ♡

It’s the first day of the week.

“Hey, Y/N. I like you!”

And Han Jisung is really annoying.

Those words come out so easily. It's casual in a way that makes you bury your red nose deeper into the soft fabric of your scarf, which makes your footsteps quicken unknowingly as his voice chases after you loudly. Either way, this isn’t the first time Jisung has said so. In fact, it’s become a habit for him to remind you every other day.

There’s no particular reason why. Or at least that’s what you think.

broken umbrella ⤖ han jisung

❖ genre : high school au; fluff

❖ word count : 1,6k.

❖ warning : explicit language

❖ summary : a typical day in your life starts with having candies poured over your head and ends with breaking han jisung’s umbrella. 

❖ note : I wanted to write smth dumb okay-

one.

Jisung gives his desk a harsh kick, one that does no good in releasing his inner storm, only to wince in pain later because he’s an idiot. 

Classes have been somewhat less than boring these days, partially because his mind is occupied with thoughts of you half of the time and partially because…well, more thoughts of you. Oh wait, today is a little different than usual considering the fact that you did not give him a proper response. 

To what?

Putting it simply, he woke up early this morning to go over his routine more thoroughly—styling his hair, making sure that his tie isn’t sloppy-looking, and spraying himself with his brother’s cologne. He doesn’t usually care for any one of those things until junior starts and you show up. Call him desperate, or delusional, or childish even but it truly felt like fate when you two first encountered each other. 

“Yeah right, fate,” Hyunjin snickers loudly, swirling a strawberry-flavored lollipop inside his mouth. “You meant when you fell on your ass on the bus the other day and you accidentally grabbed her collar?”

burn out the stars ⤖ han jisung

❖ genre : college au; radio dj au; idiots to lovers au; traveling to another dimension au

❖ word count : 21k.

❖ warning : explicit language, mentions of alcohol & infrequent fourth wall breaking 

❖ summary : will jisung stop hiding behind the shadow of J.One and confess his feelings for the girl he likes as han jisung and not the radio dj she’s deeply infatuated with?

❖ a/n : happy birthday, Jisung! thank you for being my Sun, Moon, stars and the sole reason why I’m constantly smiling at my phone like the biggest idiot ♡ please give this mess lots of love everyone :D

one.

Hwang Hyunjin can sleep through earthquakes. 

Han Jisung can’t relate. Not even after eight consecutive shots. 

Because when you kick his door open and place a single (very violent) stomp onto the carpet of his apartment’s living room, he’s already woken from his slumber, rolling on his side lazily to check what time it is. It’s Tuesday so  Hyunjin is probably off to dance practice. Which also means it’s Taco Tuesday and they’re going to ditch their low carb diet once again. 

Then, Jisung proceeds to go back to bed and buries himself deeper in his fuzzy blanket. His head hurts a little from those concoctions that he downed last night when Changbin threatened that their friendship is over if Jisung doesn’t finish those shots. 

God knows, god knows the poor boy was trying his best because the host ran out of orange juice for chasers. 

Jisung initially plans to actually go back to sleep but his eyes are wide open, staring at the ceiling like a confused animal. Didn’t you just enter his apartment? Usually, you’d be barging into his room right away with Hyunjin’s megaphone (he doesn’t know why his friend has that either-) to drag his lazy ass out of bed. What’s taking you so long? 

Suddenly, a muffled conversation can be heard outside. And panic slowly rises inside his chest, causing him to jolt upright. Did someone break into his house?  Hyunjin didn’t give someone other than you the keys, did he?

“Jesus, does that lady always walk into your apartment out of nowhere?”

「 what am I // stray kids 」

❖ genre : sci-fi; superpower au; platonic relationship au

❖ word count : 3,9k (bullet points only)

❖ warning : explicit language, most likely ain’t scientifically true at all

❖ summary : superpowers manifest in certain individuals once they hit puberty and naturally, those odd abilities will vanish as soon as adulthood occurs; but how will those teenagers protect themselves from the curiosity of science?

❖ a/n : this isn’t a proper fic since I don’t think I’ll actually write smth decent out of this but I don’t want the idea to rot inside my dungeon either- so yea, bear with me through this character intro post(?)

「 a wedding catastrophe ↠ han jisung 」

⤷  from the world of Countless Skies Upon Me

“Jisung!”

Jisung stops midway with a quill between his teeth, his eyes roaming over the sketchbook in his hands, frowning furiously in displeasure. He then turns sideways to be met with you waving him over. 

“Han, I would hate to bug you right now,” you say between labored breaths, hands supporting yourself on your knees after running through the hall like a madwoman. “But the decoration committee needs your opinion.“

Jisung holds a hand up after taking the quill out of his mouth. “Y/N, I would love to if I weren’t so busy with this-“

“Oh no no no, what if you don’t like what we’re having in mind? Minho trusted you to plan his wedding, I’m not going to approve of something unless you do.”

When Jisung gives in with a sigh, you take no time to whip out the checklist that's starting to fall apart at this point. “We’re all done with the banners, napkins’ and tables’ designs, candles for the chandeliers but you still haven’t decided on the party favor yet. I’m thinking of small desserts that our guests can bring home afterward? Or those really cute, little lanterns that I often see at your place? Any other suggestion?”

“I’d say desserts,” he smiles fakely, too exhausted to keep up with your sky-high stamina. He’s slightly concerned that Chaeryeong might have poured one of her potions into your orange juice this morning. 

You nod at that, checking off a box in the list while eyeing him cautiously. There’s something you've been meaning to tell him. “Jisung,” you begin, a little anxious. “Would you want to be my-“