Han Jisung Oneshots (bxb)💖

🌸 Shy 🌸 (Jeongin)

Context~ Han is a really shy and quiet guy, feeling awkward around almost everyone, he always kept to himself, stayed in his own lane...until he met Jeongin.

Genre: Fluff
Tw: None
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Han had always been the kind of person who stayed in the background. He wasn't the life of the party, nor was he the most outspoken in any group. He was content with his books, his music, and the small circle of friends he'd known for years. His shy nature wasn't a problem to him; it was who he was. He preferred it that way.

But then there was Jeongin.

Jeongin was the opposite of Han in every way imaginable. He was charming, confident, and always the center of attention. With his sharp jawline, striking eyes, and disarming smile, Jeongin was the type of person who could make heads turn without even trying. People flocked to him, and wherever he went, he had a crowd of admirers trailing behind.

Han first noticed Jeongin during a literature class. While the professor droned on about the symbolism in some 19th century novel, Han's eyes wandered to the other side of the room, landing on Jeongin. He was sitting in the middle row, leaning back in his chair as if he didn't have a care in the world, one hand lazily holding a pencil while the other occasionally brushed his hair back.

Han's heart gave a small, unexpected flutter. He quickly looked away, feeling a little embarrassed. It wasn't that Han hadn't noticed attractive guys before, he had, but something about Jeongin was different. It wasn't just his looks, though those certainly didn't hurt. It was the ease with which he carried himself, the relaxed way he moved through life as though nothing could faze him.

For the next few weeks, Han tried to focus on anything but Jeongin. But he couldn't help stealing glances during class, watching the way Jeongin laughed with his friends or the way he leaned in when he was deep in thought. Every now and then, Han caught himself daydreaming about what it would be like to actually talk to him. To know him.

Of course, that was impossible. Jeongin was way out of his league. Han was quiet, introverted, and not particularly interesting, at least, that's how he saw himself. Jeongin, on the other hand, was everything Han wasn't.

But fate had a funny way of pulling people together.

One afternoon, Han had stayed back after class to finish some notes. The classroom had emptied out, and he was the only one left, aside from Jeongin, who seemed to be searching for something at the back of the room. Han's heart raced when he realized he wasn't alone. Jeongin hadn't left.

"Hey," Jeongin's voice startled him. Han looked up to see Jeongin standing near him, flashing that signature smile. "Have you seen my phone? I think I left it around here."

Han blinked, trying to get his brain to function. "Um, I don't think so. But, uh, I can help you look?"

Jeongin grinned. "Thanks, man. I'm terrible with keeping track of stuff."

They searched the room together, and Han was acutely aware of Jeongin's presence, of how close they were standing, of how Jeongin's arm brushed his every now and then. After a few minutes, Jeongin found his phone buried under a stack of papers.

"Got it!" Jeongin held up the phone triumphantly, then turned to Han with a grateful look. "Thanks for the help. I owe you one."

Han shook his head, feeling his cheeks flush. "It's no big deal."

Jeongin gave him another smile, this one softer, more thoughtful. "You're Han, right? I've seen you around, but we've never really talked."

Han froze for a second. Jeongin knew his name? "Uh, yeah. That's me."

"Well, it's nice to officially meet you," Jeongin said, extending his hand. "I'm Jeongin."

Han took Jeongin's hand, feeling a jolt of electricity as their skin touched. "Nice to meet you too," Han murmured, trying to keep his voice steady.

From that day on, things changed. It started with small things. Jeongin would wave at Han in the hallways, stop by his desk to chat before class, or even walk with him after school. Han was both thrilled and nervous. He couldn't understand why someone like Jeongin was suddenly paying attention to him. Maybe it was just friendliness. But there was a part of Han that couldn't help but hope it was something more.

One rainy afternoon, Han found himself sitting alone in the library, working on an assignment. He had his headphones in, drowning out the sound of the rain outside, when a shadow fell over his table. He looked up to see Jeongin standing there, holding two cups of coffee.

"Mind if I join you?" Jeongin asked, sliding into the seat across from him without waiting for a response.

Han pulled his headphones out, feeling his heart race. "Uh, sure."

Jeongin pushed one of the coffee cups toward him. "Thought you might need a pick-me-up."

Han stared at the cup, then back at Jeongin. "You didn't have to do that."

"I wanted to," Jeongin said with a casual shrug. "Besides, it's not fun drinking coffee alone."

They sat in comfortable silence for a few minutes, sipping their coffee. Han couldn't stop sneaking glances at Jeongin, wondering if this was all just in his head. Could someone like Jeongin really be interested in him?

Finally, Jeongin broke the silence. "You're a pretty quiet guy, huh?"

Han shifted in his seat. "Yeah, I guess. I'm not really great at talking to people."

Jeongin smiled. "That's okay. I think it's kinda cute."

Han nearly choked on his coffee. Did Jeongin just call him cute?

Jeongin chuckled, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "You don't have to look so surprised."

"I just... I don't really get called that," Han mumbled, feeling his cheeks heat up.

"Well, you should," Jeongin said, leaning forward slightly. "Because you are."

The air between them shifted, and Han suddenly felt like the world had narrowed down to just the two of them. He didn't know what to say. His mind was racing, his heart pounding. Was this really happening?

Before Han could overthink it, Jeongin reached out and gently took his hand. Han's breath caught in his throat as Jeongin's fingers laced with his, warm and firm. It was such a simple gesture, but it sent a rush of emotion through Han that he couldn't quite explain.

"I've been wanting to do that for a while," Jeongin admitted softly, his eyes never leaving Han's.

Han's heart skipped a beat. "Really?"

Jeongin nodded, his thumb gently stroking the back of Han's hand. "I like you, Han. I've liked you for a while now. I wasn't sure if you felt the same, but... I had to take the chance."

Han could hardly believe what he was hearing. "You like me?"

Jeongin laughed softly, his gaze softening. "Yeah, I do. You're kind, you're smart, and you're really cute when you get all shy like this."

Han's heart felt like it was going to burst. He squeezed Jeongin's hand, a shy smile tugging at his lips. "I like you too, Jeongin."

Jeongin's smile widened, and in that moment, Han felt like everything was finally falling into place. All the self-doubt, all the wondering if he was good enough, it didn't matter anymore. Because Jeongin saw him. Really saw him. And that was enough.

As they sat there, holding hands and watching the rain fall outside, Han realized that maybe, just maybe, he didn't have to be in the background anymore.