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?”

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?”