Write you a song | Han Jisung

6

I came back into the apartment. "How was it?", Yui, who was sitting in the living room, asked me. I put down my key on the small dresser next to the door and walked to her. She had her laptop open on the coffee table.

"Give me that," I said, pointing at it. She looked at me confused but turned it around so it was facing me. I sat down on the floor and typed Jisung's name into google. There were 1000 of results. I turned the laptop back to Yui. She looked shocked between me and the display.

"Wait a minute. Your Jisung is Han from Stray Kids?", she asked shocked.

"You know him?", I asked offended.

"Of course I know him! Everybody except for you knows them!", she said.

"Why didn't you tell me?", I asked.

"I didn't see him! He's always all covered up and you were hanging out only in his place!", she defended herself.

"Well, at least now I know why he's always going out like he's on a secret mission," I mumbled.

"The real question is why didn't he tell you?", Yui asked.

"Well, apparently he thought it was funny if I found out this way! He didn't wanted to talk about the concert and always said it's a surprise!", I explained.

Yui started laughing. "You are so delusional," she said.

I shook my head. "I really need to talk to him," I mumbled.

Yui sighed. "What?", I asked confused.

"I remember a few weeks ago you were so scared to talk to him that I needed to convince you to write him a letter and now... I will start planning your wedding," she grinned.

"Relax. These Idols are like obligated to be single. And also I think he doesn't like me like that," I mumbled.

"I'm sure he does," Yui just said.

I sighed this time. "You're annoying," I said, standing up and walking back to the front door. Yui laughed. "Where are you going?", she asked.

"Waiting for him," I answered, walking down the stairs.

***

I was sitting on the floor in front of Jisung's Apartment for an hour now and he still wasn't back. The old lady from above me and Yui already came by as she walked up into her apartment and asked if I forgot my keys. I just told her that I was waiting and she went on. Another fifteen minutes later, I heard someone running up the stairs and a moment later my favourite black curls turned towards me.

"Koko?", Jisung asked confused, helping me up from the ground.

"Why didn't you tell me?", I asked. He turned to the door and opened it.

"Well, first of all it was nice to meet someone who didn't know who I am," he explained and closed the door again after I came in, "and second... I didn't really had the opportunity. It's something you kind of have to explain."

I pouted. "I thought it would be a small concert where I can see you up close and then I stand there and get a full-on stripping show!", I said.

He started laughing. "I wasn't stripping," he just said.

"You were dancing like a stripper! And the move where you pull up your shirt? You did it at least 3 times!", I protested.

He grinned. "Did you like it?", he asked taking a step towards me.

I felt heat rush to my face. "Maybe I did. Maybe I didn't," I mumbled.

"You did enjoy it," he grinned.

"Well, I'm just a girl!", I exclaimed.

"Listen," he put his hands on my shoulders, "I'm really sorry I didn't tell you. I should have done it at least before the concert."

I smiled. "It's okay. I'm not really mad. I was just overwhelmed," I smiled.

"Did you like the concert?", he asked, slowly pulling me into his living room by my hand. It was like an electric shock was hitting me, as soon as his skin touched mine.

"I loved it. I even cried at the end when you sang that song," I confessed.

He furrowed his brows and immediately pulled me into a warm hug. "Why did you cry?", he asked, gently rubbing my back.

"It was just so beautiful... and all the people loved it too. Will you publish it?", I asked, enjoying his touch.

"It's your song. It's up to you," he answered, his fingers were slowly stroking over my spine. A shudder went down my back. I never heard him call it my song. I loved the sound of it.

"They loved it so much... I think you should do it. And I could listen to it even more often when I can put it to my playlist on Spotify," I smiled against his chest.

He chuckled and then yawned. "You must be so tired and I am keeping you awake!", I suddenly said, shocked. I slowly pulled back from him.

"I would really like to lay down," he mumbled.

"I should go upstairs then," I said, slowly walking back to the door.

"Wait!", Jisung said and grabbed me by my wrist. I looked at him curiously.

"Will you stay the night with me? I can sleep better with you in my arms," he said. His ears became red and I started smiling as I heard this. After I slept here for the first time, he asked me two more times to stay over and each time we ended up all cuddled up in his bed.

"Only if you sing me to sleep," I answered, turning around and walking to his bedroom.

"I just sang 2 hours long just for you!", he complained.

I took the clothes from the chair in the room, that I wore to sleep last time. "You can sleep better holding me and I sleep better when you sing me to sleep. It's only fair," I started.

He smiled a little. "Fine," he finally said.