Han Jisung · Y/n story by @JennieKimRuby

The Seoul skyline glittered through the floor-to-ceiling windows, a thousand city lights blurring into gold. The penthouse was quiet except for the soft hum of the air conditioning and the occasional crackle of Jisung's voice from the laptop on the coffee table.

???

- and I was like, hyung, you can't just-

The silence that followed was only broken by the sound of Jisung clearing his throat, his hand sliding down to rest on the edge of the table, fingers gripping the wood just a little too tight.

Jisung

voice strained, but bright Sorry, guys. Thought I heard something. Anyway, where was I?

His other hand drifted down, out of frame of the camera, and brushed through Y/n's hair. A silent acknowledgment. A thank you. A don't stop.

Jisung

louder, for the stream I was talking about the new song. The one Seungmin says sounds like it belongs in a rom-com.

His thigh twitched against her cheek. The laptop screen cast a pale glow on his face, but Y/n couldn't see it. Only the underside of the table. Only his legs. Only the way his toes curled again, harder this time.

Jisung

a beat too long It's about. Um. It's about loving someone so much you'd do anything. his voice drops an octave, almost a whisper Anything.