SMITTEN - Part Six
summary | Jisung never knew the best thing that could happen to him would come from annoying his best friends.
pairing | han jisung x reader
a.n | sorry there isn’t a read more section. i’m on my phone and unable to add one! will try and add one when i can. Also a big thanks again to @awooghan for being my go to for edits/running ideas by and all round bestie!<3
a.a.n | not completely edited, sorry for any silly mistakes!
You stare at yourself in the mirror, smoothing out the outfit you had just put on. When your eye catches the several other discarded clothes tossed onto your bed, you let out a deep sigh.
You’re blaming the weather for your multiple outfit changes. It’s hard to look cute when you don’t know if it’ll rain today. This has nothing at all to do with your date– fake date with Jisung.
Why would you be worried? He’s just a client, not to mention Hyunjin and Felix’s best friend. And it wasn’t like that was the weirdest way someone has asked to schedule a date…
Shivering at the thought, you slip on your trainers and grab your bag before heading out into the hallway.
The door to the living room is wide open with Lily and Rose lounging across the couch. Hearing the voice of a familiar actor, you stand at the doorway and gasp offendedly when you see what they’re watching.
Both Lily and Rose look over and shrug.
A pout forms on your lips and you cross your arms across your chest. “We’re meant to be watching this together, assholes.”
“Thirst waits for no woman,” Lily laughs to herself, sinking further down into the sofa.
“Then get a drink,” you retort, rolling your eyes.
“Shh.” Rose holds a finger up to you. “Don’t you have a date to get to?”
“One that you should be getting to, you’re going to be late.”
Quickly checking your watch, you curse to yourself before rushing to the door.
“Have fun!” Lily and Rose call out.
Before closing it completely, you stick your head back through the small gap, yelling out, “Don’t you dare watch more without me!”
Jisung stares at his shoes as he waits for you to show up. He digs one foot into the grass, twisting it back and forth until he realises he’s just making his shoe dirty. The pure white sole of his Converse would be tainted, and render the thirty minutes he took scrubbing them the other day useless. And these are his good pair, too! He can’t have you catching him dead in dirty shoes, especially his favourite ones.
He instead opts to bounce his leg up and down as he watches a couple snuggle under a tree. Maybe he shouldn’t have come twenty minutes early, but he’s just too excited. How can he not when he has your undivided attention for almost two hours? Maybe you two could be cuddling somewhere— Jisung stops his thoughts short. He can’t jump too far ahead, after all. It’s only the first date— fake date.
Looking down at his outfit, he sighs. He told you when you messaged him yesterday to keep it casual. However, looking at himself now, maybe he went a completely different direction. A white buttoned-up shirt, dark skinny jeans and a pair of sunglasses on his head? He felt like a 70s biker guy straight from Grease… and a foolish one, at that.
He didn’t change that many times. It was no more than three, if you don’t count the number of times he changed just the pants alone. It’s just nothing felt impressive enough, it was your first date– fake date of four. Jisung was on a time limit, he had to woo you and he’s willing to do what it takes.
He looks up when he hears footsteps rushing towards him. You have your bag thrown over your shoulder and your hair is blowing behind you as you run to him.
Jisung can’t help it when his face turns red, a small dopey smile taking control of his lips.
When you stop in front of him, you’re basically dry-heaving for air. Leaning forward, one hand resting on your knee and holding the other up. While at the same time trying not to mentally curse yourself out for how un-cute you feel at that moment.
“Gimme,” you gasp. “One second.”
Chuckling, Jisung nods, and the dopey smile stays on his lips. “It’s fine, don’t worry, take your time.”
You run a hand through your hair to try and tame it. You stand back up straight, matching Jisung’s smile when you notice it.
“I’m sorry I’m late, I promise next time I won’t be.”
“You’re fine,” Jisung affirms. “You’re right on time.”
You don’t need to say anything else, but the look in your eyes is enough for Jisung to tell that you’re thankful. It was only a simple response, but it was enough to bring comfort to you.
“So…” you begin, mindlessly fiddling at the strap on your shoulder. “Where are we going?”
Motioning you to walk, you both begin to slowly wander from the courtyard and out of campus.
“I thought that sometimes the simpler things work well.”
You tilt your head at him, not really understanding what he means and when he notices, he continues.
“We should get to know each other right?” He asks and you nod silently. “So we’ll walk, talk, get to know each other’s deepest and darkest secrets and get some ice cream whilst we do.”
“Deepest and darkest secrets?” You laugh.
Jisung pushes his lips into a line, nodding his head slowly.
“Yes, but you can only find them out after we’ve gotten ice cream.”
“So, where do we begin? If we have to wait for ice cream.”
You watch Jisung as he laughs to himself and you have to tell your heart to keep calm as you notice the way his face lights up as he does so.
You turn your head to look away and clear your throat. When you look back at him, he’s already gazing at you.
He’s smiling lightly and you’re not sure how, but his eyes look like they’re sparkling. “Tell me about yourself.”
“What do you want to know?”
“Anything, everything.” His smile somehow grows.
“Well,” you hum, thinking to yourself. “Where do I begin?”
“I know you work with my best friends,” Jisung comments.
“True, I do and they’re great friends and co-workers.” You smile, “which means if you’re friends with them, it must mean you’re pretty great too.”
Jisung is sure his cheeks are red when your words grace his ears.
You don’t know it, but you’re just adding more reasons to the list of why Jisung is so drawn to you. Because, sure, maybe he can’t pinpoint a single reason, but he sure could give you an essay full.
“Well, we all work together, obviously, my one friend was the one to come up with the idea of the business.”
“So why do you work there?” Jisung asks, causing you to look at him.
“I mean, even though it was my friend’s idea, we all helped to bring it to what it is today. I work there 'cause it’s fun, you meet so many people you know?”
“You do seem a lot more outgoing than I am,” Jisung hums in amusement.
Shrugging your shoulders in response, you look at him with a smile. “You seem plenty outgoing, to me at least.”
“Nah, not really, I just pretend to be you know? But in actual fact, people can be scary.”
“That is very much true.”
Before you knew it, you were both standing outside the ice cream shop. Jisung holds the door open for you and you both seem to sigh happily at the a/c cooling you down.
You tug your bottom lip between your teeth in thought as your eyes scan the menu. Jisung watches you silently with a small smile on his lips. You’re so focused on going over the menu, it’s like you can’t sense the world around you.
He leans closer to you. “What’ya going to get?”
You practically jump out of your skin causing Jisung to burst into laughter as a result. Pushing him away lightly, you turn away from him, wishing for the a/c to cool your face down.
“I’m sorry,” Jisung tries to speak, but he can barely get the words out as he continues to laugh.
“Sure,” you mumble sarcastically.
You’re not sure how he can smile so widely for so long, but at the same time, you didn’t want him to stop. “To prove it, you can ask whatever you want.”
Your eyes widen, a giggle escaping your lips.
“Your deepest and darkest secret.”
He clicks his fingers and points at you. The brightest smile you had ever seen on his face. “You got it.”
“But seriously,” Jisung’s laughter calms down. “What are you going to get?”
Your lip gutters out as your eyes go back to the menu. It really was too much choice and you felt like you could take all day to choose if you were given the chance.
“Why don’t you surprise me?”
He puts his hands on your shoulders, turns you around and pushes you lightly towards the door. “Wait outside, I’ll bring you the surprise as soon as it’s done.”
When you’re outside, you silently wonder if Jisung would notice if you went back inside to take advantage of the store’s A/C. However, you actually wait, somewhat patiently, outside.
Moving out of the way of a couple entering the store hand in hand, you let out a small sigh. What you had told Jisung earlier was true, you did enjoy meeting new people and the scheduled dates were nice. It was rare you had a bad one, some were awkward, but they were generally alright.
But this didn’t mean you didn’t miss having actual romance in your life. You wanted to see someone just because you wanted to and to have someone hold your hand and kiss your face. Whether or not you’d actually admit it aloud was another thing, but inside, your heart was just as desperate for love as the next person.
There wasn’t long to dwell on the thought though as you notice Jisung attempting, and failing, to open the door with his hands full. It was something out of a sketch show making you laugh to yourself for a moment before giving in and actually helping him in his efforts.
He’s soon outside with you without too much fuss and he’s standing there like a child who’s been let loose in a candy store.
“Your surprise ice cream,” he giggles to himself, the ice cream in full display in front of you.
He had gone the classic route, a full ice cream sundae. However, this was not your average sundae with bananas, cherries, whipped cream and a layer of hundreds and thousands. Except, this was in Jisung’s words: “A Jisung Special.”
“There’s whipped cream with chocolate and strawberry sauce, biscuit crumbles. Actual strawberries to simulate this being healthy, all on a bed of cheesecake ice cream, strawberry ice cream and vanilla ice cream.”
You’re smiling before you even know it. Taking it from him, the cool chill from the ice cream carton makes its way through your fingertips. “Why do I feel like this is something you get a lot.”
Jisung shrugs, as he shoves the mini plastic spoon into his own ice cream sundae and brings it up to his mouth in one swoop.
It’s honestly adorable that as soon as he tastes the concoction of his ice cream sundae, he does a little dance in place. It’s like he’s physically holding himself back from busting out a move just from how good the ice cream is.
Taking your own spoon and copying his actions, you take your own bite of the sundae in front of you.
It’s dance-worthy, so so dance-worthy. It’s like the flavours are having their own little party in your mouth, you swore you had never thought to put these things together until now. It’s a seemly obvious choice now that it’s been made aware to you.
“This is… This is amazing!”
Jisung’s laughter fills your ears once more and you never thought you could be as content as you are now.
Before you know it, you’re both wandering again, picking at your sundaes and talking about anything and everything that comes to mind.
“Oh!” You say suddenly, pointing your spoon in Jisung’s direction. “Your deepest and darkest secret!”
“What about it?” Jisung smiles, tilting his head at you.
“Tell me, you promised after all.”
Jisung nods his head to himself, his lips in a thin line again as he thinks to himself. You’re waiting in anticipation, wondering what words will fall from his lips.
He stops walking and stares at you with a look in his eyes that you can’t detect. His eyes twinkle and you’re not entirely sure if he’s tearing up.
“My deepest and darkest secret…” He glances away, sighs and nods to himself before looking back at you. “To be honest, I cry at superhero movies a lot, like a lot a lot.”
Your mouth drops slightly, unsure of how to take this news. You can’t read Jisung well enough yet to know if he’s joking or being without a doubt serious. The little crack of a smile clues you into his joke.
Raising an eyebrow, you look at him. “Crying at superhero movies?”
“No one ever asks how they’re doing, they’re always expected to be strong.”
“I guess that makes sense…” You mumble to yourself. “So no other deeper darker secret?” You ask, crossing your arms over your chest.
Jisung nods again, “Cross my fingers.”
You blink at him in confusion.
“Are you sure?” He smiles again before holding his hand up to form a finger heart.
You break into a smile, unable to stop the laughter escaping you. Jisung looks at you contently as he watches you laugh to yourself. His heart skips a beat, confirming more to himself how if he could be the one to make you laugh like this forever, he’d take it and then some.
With all of your walking and talking, it’s gotten later in the day and when your laughter starts to calm down, you hold up your hand to block the sunlight from getting into your eyes.
He’s swift about it, you don’t even realise it’s happening until it’s happened when Jisung removes his sunglasses from the top of his head and delicately slides them onto your face.
If anyone were to ask, you’d blame your heated cheeks on the sun sending its rays directly at you. You’d ignore the way your heart picks up the pace as you feel the heat emanating from his fingers and how you miss it when he pulls them away.
“Is that better?” Jisung asks, his voice so soft that you barely hear it.
You’re unable to talk, not trusting your voice as you nod. His smile makes you lightheaded and you’re honestly not sure how you’re going to cope.
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