After seeing Stray Kids do the breakup challenge I can imagine Jisung asking his partner to fake breakup with him so he can get a feel of what it's like so he can write lyrics about how it made him feel but after being so offended that they actually did it for him 😭
he’d be so aksjdhaskhd this is the most jisung coded thing ever
“Okay.”
Jisung gapes at you, blinks his giant, doe eyes.
“What do you mean ‘okay’?”
“We’re done.”
Jisung’s mouth snaps shut. His brow furrows slightly.
You turn to walk away, but he reaches out, catches your wrist in his before you can even take another step.
“W-wait, where are you going? We wanted to get coffee.”
When you turn around and meet his sweet, slightly distraught expression, your heart twinges. But he’d been so annoyingly adamant about this that you’re not about to give in so easily.
You snatch your wrist away from him and his face falls.
“What do you mean? We just broke up. I’m not going to go get coffee with you,” you reply. Your voice is neutral, but Jisung still looks like he’s been slapped.
You turn and walk away again. He stumbles after you.
“B-but we had plans,” he babbles.
You shrug. Walk faster.
“It’s over, Ji. I’ll go home now, collect all your things, get ice cream, call Lix and cry about you, mourn the loss of the best relationship I’ve ever had, in a week maybe go out to drink and hook up–”
Before you can finish your sentence, you’re spun around and crushed into Jisung’s chest. He’s breathing heavily, his arms tight, hands possessively wrapped around now.
“Okay, stop, please, it’s freaking me out now. Like, really freaking me out, like … I’m kinda panicking …” he mumbles, and you can hear how his voice shakes, his heart thunders in his chest. Your resolve melts and you wrap your arms around him, too. Squeeze him tight. He breathes out a sigh of relief.
“That was the worst idea I’ve ever had,” he whispers, buries his nose into your hair and presses a long kiss to your scalp, “that was scary. I thought about what it would be like if you actually walked away and for a second there I thought I was gonna die. Like my heart nearly stopped.”
He nuzzles closer into you, takes another shaky breath. You rub a hand soothingly up and down his back, breathe deeply against the warmth of his t-shirt.
“I don’t want to break up with you, my Jiji,” you mumble, quietly, “I love you so much.”
Jisung forces out a shaky laugh.
“Please don’t break up with me. I love you, too, so unbelievably much. Don’t ever leave … I mean, that sounds kinda toxic, but you know what I mean like … I hope you never leave me. I don’t ever want you to leave me, or to lose you. Like, I don’t know what I would do without you at this point. Life is so much better with you.”
You cut off his rambling with a wet kiss to his neck and he stops, sighs, pulls away just enough to be able to look at you. His eyes are a little wet. Oh, your sweet, sensitive boy. You smile at him.
“I love you, okay? I’m not going anywhere. You make me the happiest in the world, I don’t want to do this without you either.”
This seems to calm him a little, but he nonetheless tugs you close again, presses you into his chest with an arm around you and a solid palm at the back of your head, his own face pressed against yours.
“Think you got enough for a song?”
Jisung makes a sound like a wounded animal.
“I will need like three days to recover from this emotionally. Fuck the song.”
