Mischief Managed (Stray Kids Oneshots)

More Than Enough | Han Jisung

The gentle sound of rain tapping against the window was the only thing filling the quiet apartment. It was one of those peaceful evenings, the world outside feeling far away, with just you and Jisung in your own little bubble of silence. He was sitting across from you on the couch, headphones draped around his neck, eyes half-closed as he absentmindedly scrolled through his phone.

You had been sitting there for a while, the two of you not saying much, just sharing the same space. There was something comforting about it, the ease that had settled between you since you'd started spending more time together. Sometimes, it was nice to just exist with someone without feeling the need to fill every moment with words.

But today, there was something different. Something unspoken in the air. You could feel it, a strange tension that had started to creep up ever since you'd walked into the room.

"Jisung?" you said, breaking the silence. His head snapped up at the sound of your voice, and he smiled, a little sheepish.

"Yeah?"

You hesitated for a moment, your fingers fiddling with the edge of the blanket draped over your lap. "Is everything okay?"

His smile faltered for just a second before he nodded quickly. "Yeah, of course. Everything's fine."

But there was something in his eyes, something that told you he wasn't being entirely truthful. It wasn't the first time you'd noticed it—a look of exhaustion, or maybe just something deeper, hiding behind the casual expression he usually wore. You knew him well enough by now to recognize the signs. Jisung was a master at masking his feelings, but not quite well enough when it came to you.

"You sure?" you pressed gently. "You've been kind of... distant today."

He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, glancing out the window for a brief moment as if searching for something in the pouring rain. You could see him weighing whether or not to open up, the battle playing out behind his eyes. Finally, he sighed and dropped his gaze to his lap, his shoulders slumping just a little.

"Actually... no, I'm not fine," he admitted quietly, his voice softer than usual. "I've just been... thinking a lot, I guess."

You nodded, your heart aching at the sight of him so vulnerable. "About what?"

Jisung hesitated, and for a moment, you thought he might brush it off. But then, with a small sigh, he met your gaze again, his eyes full of an emotion you couldn't quite place.

"About you," he said, his words barely above a whisper.

You blinked in surprise, your chest tightening. "Me?"

"Yeah," he mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. "I don't know... Lately, I've been feeling like I'm messing things up. Like, I don't know how to balance... everything. Being a trainee, an idol... and being here with you."

Your heart skipped a beat, his words catching you off guard. You weren't expecting this—not from Jisung, the usually carefree and playful one. You had always been able to talk easily with him, but hearing him open up about his inner struggles felt different.

"I don't want to mess this up," he continued, his voice trembling slightly. "I really like being with you, but sometimes I feel like I'm not enough. Like, I'm not giving you enough of me. And I hate that. I hate not knowing if I'm doing things right."

You felt the weight of his confession settle over you, his vulnerability making your chest ache with a mix of tenderness and concern. You couldn't let him continue to carry this weight alone.

"Jisung," you said softly, moving closer to him on the couch. He didn't meet your eyes at first, still lost in his own thoughts. Gently, you reached out, placing your hand on his arm. "You don't have to be perfect for me. I don't need you to be anyone else but you."

He looked at you then, his eyes wide with a mix of surprise and relief. You smiled at him, squeezing his arm reassuringly.

"I'm here because I want to be, Jisung," you continued. "You don't have to balance anything. We just... are. That's all that matters. And you're more than enough. You've always been enough."

Jisung's breath caught in his throat as he processed your words. A flicker of something—hope, maybe?—seemed to flash in his eyes. He leaned his head back against the couch, letting out a shaky exhale, the tension starting to melt away.

"You really think so?" he asked quietly, his voice barely audible.

"I know so," you said with a soft, firm smile. "You're exactly who I want to be with. No need for anything more, and no need to change. Just you, as you are."

For a long moment, the two of you sat in silence, the soft hum of the rain and the quiet comfort of the room wrapping around you both. Jisung finally let out a relieved laugh, his usual playful grin returning to his face.

"God, I'm such an idiot," he said, shaking his head with a smile. "I was overthinking everything again."

You chuckled softly. "You're not an idiot. You're human. And that's okay."

Jisung leaned over, his shoulder brushing against yours as he sighed in contentment, his hand reaching for yours, his fingers gently lacing through yours. "Thanks, though. I don't know what I'd do without you."

You squeezed his hand, feeling the weight of his emotions shift into something lighter. "You'll never have to find out."

And in that moment, with the rain falling softly outside and Jisung's hand warm in yours, you knew everything was going to be okay.