my castle's crumbling... | park ji-sung x male reader

ten

03/10/2023, tuesday, 8.30am

"what? why not?" jisung exclaimed, a gut wrenching feeling in his stomach. "we like each other!"

"we can't date each other!" m/n said, borderline screaming in despair.

"why not?" jisung shouted back, on the verge of tears.

"because i'm the chief of staff of the united states and you're an idol from south korea!" m/n cried.

"so?!" "so! we're not supposed to know each other, much less be dating!" "we can be secretive!" "if one of your sasaengs find out, i'll be killed!"

"i won't let that happen!" jisung rebutted, standing up.

"how can you?!" m/n shouted back.

"i don't know!" jisung shouted, his posture weakening in helplessness again. "i don't know," he whimpered weakly. "but i want to be with you..." he pleads again, crying as he falls back onto the bed.

"i want to be with you too..." m/n's voice softened to the idea, bringing jisung's eyes to his, wiping his tears. "but i can't."

"but why..." jisung mumbled, m/n sitting beside him.

"i'm so sorry..." m/n said, unable to tell him the true reasons. it was then he decided to move on and give jisung a chance to revert back to his life before they had met. it would be painful for the both of them, but he thought it had to be done.

he stood up, closing his eyes as he muttered, "i'll never stop thinking about you."

taking a deep breath, he took a step with his apartment in mind, and as he was about to take another, his hand was pulled back and he felt arms wrapped around his waist.

"please don't go..." jisung sniffled into m/n's dress shirt. "please don't leave me. i want to be the one person to make you happy. please, let me." he cried, falling onto his knees, his hands lowering to m/n's dress pants as he sobbed.

"we can be secretive, i don't care. i just want, you." jisung muttered weakly.

for a moment, m/n's heart weakened, and that was it. he knelt, meeting jisung's frail gaze.

"okay," m/n finally said. "i'll be your boyfriend."

"thank you," jisung burst into tears again, bringing m/n into a tight embrace as he repeated the words again and again, his heartache slowly being replaced with the emotion of love.

and even as they sat on the floor against the bed, m/n snuggling jisung on his laps, jisung was overjoyed despite the pressure on his legs. their hands soon made its way towards each other, grasping onto each other as if it were their lifelines. m/n's palms soon felt the rough callouses on jisung's palms from what he assumed was practice. it was pertubing how he never noticed it until now. m/n soon disconnected their intertwined hands as his fingers drew constellations across the hardened tissue scattered around jisung's palms.

"do they hurt?" m/n asked, bringing one of jisung's palms to his lips, planting soft kisses to the calloused palm.

"not anymore," jisung smiled at m/n, who was now comparing hand sizes. "i never noticed it, but your hands are so small." he said, intertwining their hands again.

"they aren't small, yours are just abnormally large." m/n scoffed jokingly as jisung giggled at the reply as he teasingly placed their palms flat against each other, showing the size difference. as m/n tried to withdraw his hand, jisung grabbed ahold of his wrist, a playful grin on his face. rolling his eyes, m/n plopped his head back onto jisung's shoulder, their now intertwined hands resting between their chests.