ATTRACTING THE OPPOSITE - H. JISUNG

cw - mentions of alcohol, mentions of stabbing (jokingly), mentions of violence (I guess?), SHITTY WRITING, boxer jisung, fem reader, kinda fluffy ig, uhhhh I think that's it

wc - .8k

an - HAPPY HAN DAY !! I sincerly apologize for how absolutely awful this is but I wanted to try and get out of my writing comfort zone w this one. but, nonetheless, I FINALLY FINISHED SOMETHING who cheered !! I defo will be writing better stuff later on but this is just something quick I pulled together

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...shameless reblog

why is it everytime I do a poll chan ends up being in the lead...

𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐢

Gold stained her fingers and shimmered with a subtle glow under her studio lights like the burning embers of a cosy fire; Y/N's hair was falling into her eyes as she bent her head far over her desk with a high level of concentration ingrained into the furrow of her brows, her fingers as steady as she could get them to be as they gripped a fine detail paint brush.

The woman dipped into her sticky gold mixture and gently painted it onto the edge of a piece of broken ceramic. She took her time, her mind swirling with a constant buzz of various thoughts and analogies, her musings bouncing off of each other inside her brain the further she continued with her task. 

“Mama?” 

Y/N looked up; Sky was standing at the doors of her mother's art studio, and the woman smiled as her fourteen year old made her way into the room. 

“Hi baby,” Y/N hummed, dipping her paintbrush back into the gold. “Came to keep me company?”

“What are you doing?” Sky asked in return as nodded towards the ceramic in Y/N's hands. She squinted as she gazed at it a little more intently, and the girl's eyes suddenly widened animatedly as she realised what it was that she was looking at. “The bowl! What happened?” 

Y/N's smile grew at her question. “Your father and I were teasing each other and it fell.” 

Sky frowned. “What?” 

Laughing at the confusion on her daughter's face, Y/N launched into recollecting what had occurred earlier in the kitchen. 

“Let me get it, baby girl,” Chan laughed, his voice full of playfulness as he reached his arm out above his wife's head. His body cast a strong shadow over hers, the soft cotton of his t-shirt brushing Y/N's shoulders as his hand disappeared into the cupboard.

Y/N started to giggle as she watched him struggle. “Acting like you're six foot or something.” 

Mouth dropping at his wife's statement, pride got the better of Chan and he tried to hold back from stepping up onto his tiptoes. He stretched his limbs rather wildly towards their target, and his fingertips grazed the rim of the large bowl he was trying to reach. 

“Need a stool?” Y/N asked him helpfully, and her giggles intensified when she felt Chan's body shudder with more laughter against hers. 

“Nah … almost got it … “ 

He leaned a little closer, his torso pressing into Y/N's back; a second later the man's fingers slipped against the ceramic, causing the bowl to spin off of edge of the shelf just as he stumbled into Y/N; the both of their eyes widened and Y/N gasped as the bowl dropped before either of them could catch it, the woman watching as it made contact with the cold kitchen floor and shattered.

Eyes as round as they could possibly get, Y/N and Chan stared silently at the large pieces of broken ceramic bowl in the middle of them.  

“I'm so sorry,” Chan was the first to break the silence, his voice full of regret as his words tumbled out of him haphazardly. He looked anxious as he turned his gaze onto his wife. “Are you okay? You didn't get hurt, right?” 

He reached out towards her, his hands soft on her arms as he examined her; Chan's eyes flooded with relief when he was certain she was unscathed, the bowl having missed the both of them, and he exhaled, leaning forward to press a tender kiss to her forehead. 

Y/N smiled at his affection. She laid her hands over his and she sighed softly with a mild shake of her head. 

“Told you you needed a stool,” Y/N joked, her words making Chan splutter all over again. “You should have listened to me.” 

“I feel so bad … ” Chan whined, his face contorting into a melodramatic sad one as he squeezed her hands back. “That was your favourite bowl.” 

Detangling herself from him, Y/N crouched down before the pieces on the floor. She reached out and gently picked one up before holding it up to the light above them both. “It's okay, baby. It's just a bowl … don’t beat yourself up about it.” 

Scooping the pieces up carefully so as not to nick herself on the jagged edges, Y/N deposited them onto the kitchen counter. A deep bluish green colour, the bowl glistened with a pearly finish when it was viewed upon from different angles, and it had always reminded Y/N of the ocean waves; its intricate detailing was still incredibly beautiful despite the ceramic's unfortunate situation, and the longer Y/N stared at the shards, the cusps of an idea began to form in her mind. As clichè as it was, the broken pieces were reminding her a little of something else, and she suddenly smiled, looking up at her husband.

“I've got an idea,” she said, kissing his cheek. “I'm gonna fix this.” 

Cocking his head to the side, Chan blinked at her. “How?” 

“You'll see,” she giggled and picked up the bowl pieces again before making her way out of the kitchen. 

Chan couldn't help but smile despite the guilt that had begun to niggle at him. “Be safe!” He called after her. “Don't want you getting hurt.” 

Sky clicked her tongue against her teeth, her eyes crinkling with amusement as she imagined the look on her father's face once the bowl had smashed. She knew exactly what expression he would have sported - wide eyed, lips drawn back at the corners in his comical way. “So … it was daddy's fault for pretending he's tall?” 

Y/N burst into laughter. “Don't tell him that. I don't think he'd thank you for it.” 

Grinning, Sky swung her legs around the back of a chair and leaned her cheek against the top of it as she curiously watched her mother paint the gold glue onto the shards.

“Why are you making it gold?” Sky asked after a while. 

“It's called kintsugi,” Y/N explained softly as she picked up another piece of the bowl and gently laid it onto the gold glue. 

“Kintsugi?” Sky cocked her head to the side. “What is that?” 

“It's a traditional Japanese art … it's based on the philosophy of finding beauty in imperfection,” Y/N explained. Holding the two pieces together until the glue was dried, Y/N inclined her head towards her daughter. “The idea is to use gold to repair broken things. Instead of hiding the cracks, the gold highlights them.” 

“Why?” Sky asked, a little confused. “What does it mean?” 

Smiling at her question, Y/N carefully let go of the pieces once they were stable and reached for her paint brush again. “Well … think about it. I could have thrown the pieces away because they're broken, right? I could be upset that it's broken - but the reason it even broke in the first place was because your father and I were messing around. We were having fun in the moment, and I don't think there's anything better than that … if anything, there's a nice story behind it breaking.” 

She dipped back into the gold, her eyes tender. “Besides, it was my favourite bowl. Even though it's broken, the pieces are still beautiful, don't you think?” 

Sky nodded quietly, willing her mother to continue.

“The whole point of joining the pieces together with gold is to show that even though the bowl was broken before, it can be fixed,” Y/N hummed. “And that it'll be even more beautiful than it was before.” 

Sky blinked slowly like a comprehending cat at her mother's words. “Why do I get the feeling that there's a deeper meaning than just … fixing a bowl?” 

“Because there is,” Y/N's laugh was soft. “It's not just about the ceramic - it's supposed to show that as humans, it's okay to have flaws and imperfections. And that … even if you've been broken down, and you feel like you can't get back up and continue, you can, and you're all the more beautiful for it. Because at the end of the day, no one's perfect - there's so much beauty in being imperfect.” 

Sky was quiet, the way she always was when she was turning over new information in her mind. She leaned forward a little, her fingertip ever so light as she traced it over the gold cracks of her mother's bowl. They were far from smooth, but there was a growing charm to them, the lines amongst the deep blue captivating both mother and daughter as they observed the bowl. “They look like scars.” 

Y/N smiled a little at that, her heart twinging as she noted the resemblance. “You're right.”

Riddled by Sky's words, the woman stole a secretive glance to the old, silvery lines kissing the skin of her inner forearm. Now that Sky had mentioned it, she couldn't help but mentally compare the marks on her skin to the visible cracks on her bowl, and she bit her lip, a wave of sudden emotion surging through her.  

“Does it have to be gold?” Sky asked then, snapping Y/N out of her brief pondering.  

“No, not really,” Y/N shook her head. “Traditionally they used either gold, silver or platinum - but I suppose you can use whatever you fancy.”

Sky continued to pepper Y/N with questions, her curiosity piqued by the new knowledge she had been given; after a while, the girl disappeared from the studio with the intention of finishing a few of her own tasks, leaving her mother to her own company again.  

Y/N had finished sticking the pieces of her bowl together and was reclining against the back of her seat with her gaze lingering on the scene outside of the window when her husband walked in. His eyes were full of warmth as Chan leaned down to kiss her temple, his hands rubbing her shoulders in his signature affectionate way, and his gaze landed on the gold accented bowl with surprise.

“So this is what you were up to, huh?” Chan grinned, leaning closer to take a better look. “It's beautiful, baby girl. Think it looks better than before, actually … that's the whole point though, right? ” 

Y/N smiled at that, though she was still a little distracted. Chan noticed immediately, and his fingers were tender when he reached out to softly cup Y/N's face in his hands. 

“What's wrong, baby?” Chan hummed. “You look miles away.”  

“Sorry,” the woman shook her head, leaning her cheek further into his palm. “It's just … it's silly but I kinda feel like the bowl.”

Chan caressed his thumb over the curve of his wife's cheekbone. “How so?”

Y/N curved up at the corners into a wistful smile. “Ky was saying how the cracks reminded her of scars … and it ended up reminding me of my scars, and … I don't know. I guess it just made me think how it was you who kinda put me back together when I was at my lowest … “ 

Her voice trailed off with a dozen more unspoken thoughts; but she didn't need to voice them. Chan was the single person who knew her better than anyone ever could, and the man knew internally exactly what she wasn't saying out loud. 

Wordlessly, the man grazed the backs of his slender fingers over his wife's cheeks before slowly sliding his hands down to her arm. The raised skin of her forearm was as familiar to him as was the rest of Y/N's presence, and his hands curled delicately around her wrist as he used his thumbs to smooth over the bumpy markings. He moved with such care and affection that Y/N's eyes pooled with tears, and she bit her lip, suddenly feeling like the fragile teenager she had been when Chan had stepped into her life and patiently taught her what the truest of love felt like. 

Much like he had in the past, Chan lowered his head, and the plushness of his lips landed on her scars with a lingering kiss. His words were like the brush of a feather against her skin, and the man smiled up at her with the endearing crinkle of his eyes. “Wait here.” 

Y/N’s gaze followed him as he left the room; he wasn't gone for too long, and when he appeared in the doorway again, Chan was holding what appeared to be a thin cylinder that sparkled faintly as he sat back down beside her. 

“Found it,” Chan chuckled, spinning the small item in his fingers. 

Realising what it was, Y/N started to laugh. “Is that my glitter eyeliner?” 

Chan grinned in response, his cheeks dimpling. He had taken a hold of her arm again and it rested comfortably in his lap as his fingers unscrewed Y/N's eyeliner. It wasn't one of her makeup items that she used often; she reserved it for special occasions, the gold multidimensional and the flecks of sparkles always twinkling in just the right way. It had a thin brush, not dissimilar to the one Y/N had been using for her project, and the woman watched with growing inquisitiveness as her husband set the tip of the brush onto her skin. 

Once again, Y/N's eyes prickled as she watched Chan slowly trace the scar tissue of her arm with the gold glitter. He took his time, his touch loving, almost as though he was trying to paint the overflowing love his heart felt for her onto her skin.

When he was done, Y/N's arm shone like stars, and Chan grinned widely as he set the liner down beside him. He pressed the softest of kisses to her wrist, just below the glitter. 

“I think your scars are beautiful,” Chan said simply, his fingers tracing her skin. “You're beautiful, baby girl.” 

Y/N's felt as though her heart would explode with emotion at any second. Her eyes were glued to his, and her breath hitched the longer she stared into the comforting warmth of them.

“What?” Chan whispered, the bridge of his nose turning pink. 

Y/N's voice was small when she spoke, and thick with affection. “You. You're just … you're always going around fixing things that you didn't break. You've always done it.” 

The blush on Chan's nose crept to the rims of his ears, and a contagious smile spread across his face. He laughed, and it was an embarrassed sound that made Y/N's heart flutter. 

“I don't know what you mean … “ Chan mumbled, bowing his head in an attempt to hide the flush burning onto his cheeks. He looked up then, and pointed to the bowl gardening on Y/N's desk. “Besides. I definitely broke that, and you're the one who fixed it.” 

Giggling at his words, Y/N shuffled her seat a little closer to him. She reached out and placed her hands onto the man's face, his skin warm beneath his fingers as it morphed into the colour of ripe plums. 

“I love you so much,” Y/N whispered, tracing the sides of Chan's face. “I don't think you'll ever understand just how much I really love you.” 

Chan's lower lip caught between his teeth again as his breathing paused momentarily at his words. He considered telling her that he loved her even more; but realising that no amount of words could ever capture the intensity of the way he felt about her, Chan closed the distance between them instead. His lips were warm and plush and like the finest silk as he enveloped them around Y/N's, his hands going to rest at the curves of her waist; her own breath catching at the way his kiss was making her light headed, Y/N wrapped her arms around the man's neck. His fingers sank into the soft curls of his hair, and the glitter he had painted onto her gently smudged against his skin, encasing them both in gold. 

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