🌃 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 || 𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐣𝐢𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐠
☆ han jisung x fem! reader ☆
☆ GENRE: college au, best friends to lovers au, fluff
☆ SUMMARY: There’s only one thing that can help your stressed out mind when you have a week left to finish the most important assignment for your art class of them all, and that is the honey voice of your best friend. What a shame he’s too shy to sing sometimes.
☆ WARNINGS: swearing and that is it me thinks
You hear the silent melody coming from your best friend sitting on the other side of the couch, quiet hums gradually flowing into coherent words as he mindlessly scrolls through social media on his phone, his low singing filling your empty living room as you take your eyes off your phone and watch him.
He looks casual, just like always. The army-green hoodie looks about two times his size enveloping his body, the hood thrown over his head to hide his messy hair, sweatpants hiding a little bit of his foot as well as if to make him look extra tiny today. The song coming out of his mouth sounds similar, yet it still sounds new to you when you catch him randomly singing during the day on times when he forgets he doesn’t want anyone to hear.
“It cannot wait, I’m yours-” his head snaps up to meet your eyes, immediately shutting up and looking back to his phone screen.
“No, why’d you stop?” you whine, pouting. His voice is good. Too good, for never getting singing lessons and basically not even trying while he sings.
“‘Cause it sounds bad,” he mutters, furrowing his brows.
“It doesn’t.” you firmly say, desperate to make your best friend believe your words in order to hear him sing more often. For some reason, his singing always managed to bring a sense of comfort into your heart. It felt like the sunlight shining at you in the cold days of winter, sweet and soothing for your freezing heart.
“Yeah, right,” his cheeks flash pink, rolling his eyes.
“You hear me singing all the time and I sound like a dying racoon, I really don’t understand why you’re so shy about it when you sound like angels coming down to earth to bless us all,” you giggle, poking his sides.
He laughs softly at your compliment, shaking his head. This was how it usually went.
He started singing out of the blue, you stopped everything you were doing just to listen to him, then he realised you became too quiet and stopped in the very second.
“I wish you sang more. I like your voice,” you point out, watching him flash an even deeper shade of pink as he shyly giggles at your confession.
“Sorry to break it to you, but I won’t,” he shakes his head in disapproval. It annoyed you, how he just never seemed to believe your words.
“But why? You never believe me when I tell you you sound good,” you pout, furrowing your eyebrows and throwing your fists in the air in a sense of frustration.
“And that, my dear, is called not believing in yourself.” he giggles, making you roll your eyes.
“I don’t get it,” you sigh, standing up and moving to the kitchen, “anyways, I am on my way to paint the rest of the assignment I have for my art class, so if you don’t want to sing me something, at least put some music on,” you yell white putting your empty mug into the sink.
As you walk back to the living room with your art supplies you managed to snatch from the desk where you put them before, you hear the familiar sound of your bluetooth speaker turning on, making you sigh. And that’s for your daily dose of Han Jisung’s singing. You sit cross-legged at the ground, taking your paint brushes into your hand, hearing the song he decided to put on playing from the speaker. You recognise it being the one he was humming to himself just a few minutes ago, smiling.
“What is the theme anyway?” he asks, genuinely curious.
“Nature,” you roll your eyes, not really interested in painting trees the tiniest bit, but having to do it anyway, because you can’t just paint whatever you want and get away with it in your art class.
“So like, trees and stuff?” he teases you, knowing damn well how much you don’t like the particular assignment in the first place.
“Trees, mountains, butterflies…” you ironically smile, blobbing a whole lot of green paint onto your palette, grunting, “and I wanted to be chosen for the showcase this year, but I guess we’ll have to wait until the theme is not about rocks and rivers.” you scoff.
“Oh please, you’ll do great anyway,” encourages you Jisung, “you can paint well even if it’s just trees and mountains."
"I’m not Bob Ross, Jisung.” you mutter, hating the way the green paint looks on the canvas in the first place.
“Yes you are,” he giggles, “you paint just like him."
"Tells me the one who sounds like Mariah Carey but tries to act like he can’t sing,” you tease back, enjoying the way his eyebrows furrow at your comment.
“I can’t do whistle notes yet,” he smirks.