hello! could I request Jisung with prompt 7 (and the colour blue) for your 4K celebration? 🥳
7: “Oh, girl, I love how you care. I’ll put your love on a pedestal.”
extra: blue
“no, ‘sung, what the fuck?” you crinkle your nose in disgust at your best friend, stepping away from him - and the sticky half-licked blue raspberry lollipop he’s brandishing - on instinct. he just shrugs, sticking the candy back in his mouth as if he hadn’t just offered to let you put it in yours, too.
“it’s my last day as a free man, (name). just wanted to share the joy,” jisung responds easily, one corner of his mouth upturning before he turns back to tv screen in front of you. “besides,” he continues, leaning forward and swiping a controller off of the coffee table he’s currently using as a footrest. “you aren’t usually this easily grossed out. are you just pissed because i keep kicking your ass in smash?”
“if you’d let me main ike even once-” you start grumbling, only to get cut off by jisung snorting at you. “whatever. fuck super smash bros. also, you’re just getting your wisdom teeth out, you big baby. your life isn’t ending.”
“my mom said i’ll have to avoid this,” he explains, pulling his lollipop out of his mouth again. you notice that his tongue has traces of blue, too, and roll your eyes. it’s as if he’s still a little kid sometimes.
you ignore the tiny part of your brain that wants to taste the artificial raspberry from his lips.
“so?” you scoff, sitting back down on the couch beside him. one of his arms rest over the back of the couch, and he flings this arm over your shoulders once you’re close enough.
“so it’ll be a while ‘til i get to enjoy candy, and that sucks. like, it completely blows. absolutely shakes me to my foundation-”
“i miss when you were shy around me. you spend too much time with hyuck now.” you grumble, cutting him off. jisung says nothing, only laughing as he hands you a controller that you begrudgingly take. it’s once you’ve both picked your characters that he speaks again, voice far softer this time as he forms his words around the candy in his mouth.
“hey, (name)?”
“yeah?”
“you’ll still go to my appointment with me, right?”
“and miss video-taping you saying stupid shit? wouldn’t miss it for the world, sungie.”
“aw, i knew you loved me- shit! did you just punt me off? bro, what the fuck-” as you dissolve into giggles while jisung glares at the screen, smashing buttons furiously, you can’t help but let your gaze trail the side of his face. you’d met jisung when you were both 6, when his family had moved into the house next to yours. over the past 12 years, you’ve watched him grow alongside you from a quiet little boy with a penchant for dance into your handsome and gentle - albeit endearingly annoying - best friend.
even if you don’t say it out loud, he knows that you’ll always be by his side.
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“i want a smoothie.”
jisung leans over the back of your seat to stage-whisper this directly in your ear, letting out a whine of half-sadness, half-annoyance when you flinch and move away on impulse. his mother, who’s in the drivers’ seat right beside you, heaves a sigh before glancing back at her son.
even when - or maybe especially when - he’s positively loopy off of meds and his face is packed with cotton, he can’t seem to stay still. he fidgets with his for a moment before leaning in again, though he speaks at full volume this time. “i just think they’re good. smoothies are... such a concept. food but liquid. they make me so emotional...i’m going to cry over smoothies. (name), do you cry over smoothies?”
“no,” you start, unsure of whether you’re more amused or annoyed. “but i feel like i’m about to.”
“see,” jisung exclaims, turning to his mother. “(name) sees the vision! the vision is seen. you know what isn’t, though? my glasses. i dropped them and i can’t see anymore. can’t see my glasses either.” he giggles at the absurdity of his situation, registering how ironic it is even through the haze of medication. “wait, if i can’t see my glasses, how will i see my smoothie? oh no...”
“are we actually getting smoothies?” you mumble to his mother out of the corner of your mouth.
“don’t see what else i can do.” she says, smiling at you right before she takes an exit off of the highway. there’s a good smoothie place within a few miles, and you’re sure that’s where you’re all headed.
“if i can’t see it, how will i make sure it’s - oh no...” jisung moans again, evidently in great despair over not being able to see his hypothetical smoothie. he seems unaware of the fact that his glasses are on the seat right next to him.
“i’ll make sure that it’s blue raspberry, ‘sung,” you assure him, knowing what jisung means even if he hasn’t finished his thought. “i promise.”
“really?” jisung asks, eyes widening. you turn back to give him a reassuring smile, resisting the urge to giggle at how he’s acting. his face splits into a wide grin, though it’s followed immediately after by him groaning. you wince in sympathy.
“you know, (name),” jisung starts, speaking once he’s no longer in immediate pain. “i love how you care about me. if i- if i could put your love on a pedestal i would, because it’s like a trophy.”
now it’s your turn for your eyes to widen, and as you feel the amused gaze of jisung’s mom on your face, you can’t help but burn out of embarrassment and just the smallest bit of hope.
“i’m glad i have it because i give you all my love too. that, and i like trophies,” jisung continues thoughtfully, voice even more muffled than before. “i like trophies and winning. you should know since you never win at smash. you suck at smash, actually-”
“we’re here, jisung!” your best friend’s mom interrupts her son, much to your couples gratitude and mortification. jisung, confused but still eager, gets out of the car first, smoothie-ready in his entirety. just as you’re about to climb out of the passenger’s seat, his mom stops you with a gentle hand on your shoulder.
“talk to him about this when he’s cognizant,” she says, looking directly into your eyes. “he means what he’s saying, even if he’s a little out of it right now.”
your heart beats just a little louder in your chest, and it’s all you can do to blink at her and nod before pushing yourself out of the car. jisung... likes having your love? he actively gives you his own love? your mind is reeling as you step out of the car, but as jisung - your best friend, your partner-in-crime, your childhood crush who’s currently appraising the smoothie shop’s sign like it’s from an alien planet - sees you, his eyes light up. you hold out your hand, and he envelopes your palm in his huge one as if it’s second nature, which you suppose it is.
“ready to pick out what you want?” you ask.
“will you really check for me?” even though you notice that he’s finally wearing his glasses now, you don’t say anything about them. instead, you nod as you push open the doors to the shop.
“i’ll always check for you, ‘sung.”
