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sparklydreamies · 5 years ago

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Best Shot ~Ch 3

Group: Stray Kids

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 7900+

Summary: Han Jisung, certified quiet boy, has never really understood the hype about love and romance. That is until he has to step out of his comfort zone and onto the basketball court to impress that one person he can’t stop thinking about.

Main themes: highschool!AU, basketball!AU, internalized homophobia, friends-to-lovers

a/n: So much for this fic just being skz, I’m now making it skz featuring the whole JYP family lmao,, I’m so happy about this chapter, the story is finally kicking off ;) Y’all can expect a lot of internalized homophobia because who doesn’t experience that... anyways, thank you guys for taking the time to read this, I’m sorry it took so long, but I am very proud of this chapter!! :))

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CHAPTER 3

Jisung often found it a little bit difficult to fall asleep, but for some reason, it was getting harder and harder. Countless nights that he should have spent in deep sleep were spent scrolling through Twitter and Youtube, simply because it was so hard for Jisung to find a way to shut his brain off. He didn’t know why he found his brain racing during the nighttime. He tried giving up the coffee that he normally drinks in the morning, but all that did was make him doze off during class.

Not being able to fall asleep every single night causes a certain type of hopeless frustration in someone. Jisung felt himself getting more and more irritated with every passing day of not sleeping nearly enough for a teenage boy.

Jisung had dozed off during his classes multiple times within the week that he couldn’t fall asleep. He often would find his eyelids getting heavier during important lectures and lessons. He couldn’t help it.

Jisung’s class was given biology work to complete on their own one day, however Jisung found himself blacking out for seconds at a time. He kept telling himself in his head to wake up, slap yourself, open your eyes, do your work, but it was to no avail. He just kept drifting, and drifting, and drifting...

“Jisung?” Jisung snapped his head upright to the sound of his teacher, Mr. Kim’s voice. “Is everything alright?”

Jisung rubbed his eyes a little bit before straightening himself up in his chair. “Yeah, of course it is,” he said, picking up his pencil, “why?”

“Well,” Mr Kim started, “I’ve been noticing that you’ve been sort of... distant these past few days, I just wanted to make sure you were okay,”

Jisung nodded his head, “yeah I’m okay, I’ve just been having a bit of trouble sleeping is all,”

Mr. Kim nodded his head. Jisung figured he understood that since he teaches all sorts of students in higher grades and levels. Jisung thought that almost none of them have good sleeping schedules.

“Jisung, why don’t you take the rest of the class period to just lay down in the nurse’s office?” Mr. Kim suggested, and judging by the fact that the man was completely blurry to him, Jisung figured it was a half decent idea. That was one of the things Jisung loved about Mr. Kim. One could tell that he really cared about the students that sat in his classroom. Not like most teachers that would just scold Jisung for not sleeping when he should.

So, that is how he ended up on his way down to the school nurse’s office, dragging himself down the slightly dingy and empty hallways of his school.

The nurse, Mrs. Lee was a nice lady. Jisung had only seen her once before, and that was when he fainted after doing suicides in gym class during his freshman year.

Mrs. Lee was kind enough to let Jisung rest for a minute on the cot that was in the side room of her office. It was lumpy and uncomfortable, but since Jisung was practically turning into a nocturnal animal, he found it was like sleeping on a cloud.

Jisung dozed off to the sound of Mrs. Lee scratching something down on her notepad and making quiet phone calls.

He was woken up about half an hour later by the bell, indicating that it was lunch hour. He had half a mind to stay there and sleep some more since he was so comfortable, but he knew that Felix and Seungmin would be waiting for him. So, with heavy limbs, Jisung rose from the bed, thanked Mrs. Kim, and made his way into the crowded hallways towards his locker.

“Jisung!” Jisung heard his name being shouted from behind him, and when he turned around, he was greeted with the bright, smiling face of Hwang Hyunjin. Jisung waited for Hyunjin to catch up to him before he continued walking to his locker. “Hey, what’s going on?”

Jisung shrugged and chuckled a bit at him. “Nothing really, how about you?”

“Same,” Hyunjin said. The two boys turned down the hallway where Jisung’s locker was. “You look rough today,” he said.

Jisung scoffed at him, “I look rough everyday,” he countered, giving a small giggle.

Hyunjin shoved Jisung a little bit, “you’re not supposed to agree with me,” they arrived at Jisung’s locker, and he began typing in the code to unlock it.

“Hyunjin, you look rough everyday, I just wanted to fit in with you,” Jisung mocked.

“That’s better,” the boys laughed at each other’s childish ways. Jisung thought about how it seemed like they never even had a falling out. “By the way Jisung,” Hyunjin continued, “my mom was really happy when I told her we started talking again,”

Jisung cooed at him, “you talk about me to your mom? That’s so cute,” he teased.

“Hey, just be glad I didn’t tell her why we started talking again,” he warned. Jisung put his hands up in a surrendering gesture. Jisung really didn’t want the other boy’s mother to know that he had to get driven home from a party, blackout drunk. “Anyways, I wanted to talk to you because she wanted me to invite you guys over for dinner tonight. Are you free?” Hyunjin asked.

“I mean my dad’s working, but yeah I think we’re free,” Jisung answered. Hyunjin gave him a smile. Jisung had missed Hyunjin’s smile.

“Great!” he said, clapping his hands together, “I’ll see you guys at eight?” Jisung nodded his head.

Just then, Jisung heard somebody calling Hyunjin’s name. Jisung looked over to see it was Bang Chan and Seo Changbin. They were both wearing the same red varsity jackets that Hyunjin was also wearing.

“Hyunjin, you coming?” they called, and Hyunjin yelled a yes back to them.

“Do you want to come get some lunch with us?” Hyunjin offered, pointing over to where his friends were standing.

Jisung shook his head, “nah, Felix and Seungmin are probably wondering where I am,” Hyunjin nodded in understanding, “thanks though, maybe another time,”

“Sure,” Hyunjin agreed, walking backwards towards his friends, “see you tonight!”

Jisung gave him a little wave of his own. Not only were Felix and Seungmin waiting for him, but Jisung also was hesitant to go because he felt very awkward around most of the basketball team. To him, it was like social class distance. Of course he didn’t feel weird with Hyunjin or Minho now, but the thought of being an outcast in a social situation with boys like Chan, Changbin, Jeongin or any of the other members of the team made him feel nauseous.

Jisung made his way to the table in the cafeteria where he, Felix and Seungmin always sat. He could see from a distance that the two boys were already there, and obviously in deep conversation.

When Jisung got into earshot, he heard Seungmin say “Bullshit, Felix,”

“Dude no, I’m being serious!” Felix argued, leaning so far over the table that his chest was close to touching the questionably clean surface.

“What’s happening?” Jisung asked as he sat down next to Seungmin.

“Felix apparently got a date with Kim Dahyun,” Seungmin said, shrugging. “I’m calling bullshit,”

“It’s not bullshit!” Felix groaned, “okay so Jisung, picture this,” Felix started, “we’re in first period, right? History. Teacher pairs kids up for a critical thinking activity, and who am I paired with? Oh yeah, Kim Dahyun,” Felix said, emphasizing her name and staring intensely at Seungmin who is trying hard to keep a straight face.

“So we’re working hard, right? And close to the end of class I tell her that I know this really nice ice cream parlor that’s run by my cousin, and I ask her if she wanted to go with me sometime, and she actually fucking says yes,” he finishes, hitting Seungmin in the side of the arm.

“Felix, Dahyun is a pretty, smart, funny girl, why the hell would she want to go out with you?” Seungmin argued, breaking into a smile closer to the end of the sentence.

“Because I’m fucking whimsical, that’s why.” Felix answered.

“If there’s anything I know, it’s that Felix is whimsical as hell,” Jisung agreed. Felix slammed his hand down on the table.

“See?” he asked Seungmin.

“Alright fine,” Seungmin gave up, “I guess I just don’t like the fact that Felix got an actual human girl to go out with him before I did, and he didn’t even have to use force,” Jisung laughed at him. Seungmin let out a yelp, “Felix stop goddamn kicking me!” he groaned, lowering himself to rub at his shin.

“Anyways, Dahyun also told me something very interesting,” Felix said, wiggling his eyebrows at Jisung.

Jisung waited a beat of awkward eyebrow dancing before asking “what is it, Felix?”

“She told me that her friend, Im Nayeon, got a little bit friendly with one of my good friends, Han Jisung,” he teased. Jisung felt himself blush at the comment. “Oh my god, you’re all red! How come you didn’t tell us?” Felix whined.

Seungmin turned himself a full ninety degrees and faced Jisung. “What the hell, you made out with Im Nayeon? I had a class with her last year!” he said, hitting Jisung in the chest.

Jisung felt flustered at all of the commotion about this. He never even thought about telling them he kissed Nayeon, he was more focused on the whole situation with Minho and Hyunjin.

“I didn’t know it was that big of a deal,” Jisung said, trying to shield himself away from Seungmin’s fists.

“Not that big of a deal?” Felix accused.

Jisung found it so confusing that Felix and Seungmin were this worked up about it. Jisung hadn’t even thought about the kiss since it happened. Maybe he was just too distracted to let it sink in that he made out with a girl.

“I’m so disappointed in you,” Seungmin laughed at him. Jisung rolled his eyes.

The bell to end lunch rang throughout the school, and the boys began to pack their things up.

“We are not done talking about this,” Felix warned, wagging a small finger at Jisung.

Jisung sighed. He knew they weren’t.

----

That night, Jisung told his family about what happened with Hyunjin and how they were invited for dinner. Jisung’s mom was very happy that Jisung made up with Hyunjin. She said she was happy that he was being more social, but Jisung knew she was just happy to have a charming and handsome boy like Hyunjin back in her life to fawn over.

Chaeryeong on the other hand stared at Jisung dumbfounded for a second before racing up the stairs to get herself ready.

“You know that it’s just casual, right?” Jisung yelled after her.

She answered back a quick “doesn’t matter!” before closing her door on him.

Jisung decided to shower and get changed before going over to Hyunjin’s place. He wanted to make a good impression on Hyunjin’s family again, since they haven’t really had a conversation together since Jisung and Hyunjin were freshmen.

When 8:00 came, Jisung called out to his family members that it was time to leave. The walk over to Hyunjin’s house was filled with Jisung’s mom talking about how nice it would be to see Hyunjin again, and how she’d seen him around the town and he looked even more handsome than she remembered. Chaeryeong was agreeing with everything his mother said, especially with the part about Hyunjin being handsome.

Hyunjin’s parents were just as welcoming as Jisung remembered them to be. Jisung had always thought of the Hwangs as his second family, and once he arrived, he felt the same level of comfort that he had always experienced when he was a kid.

Before dinner, Hyunjin led Jisung and Chaeryeong into the living room while their parents talked and drank wine in the kitchen. Much like with Hyunjin’s car, Jisung could easily tell the Hwang family’s wealth from the way they decorate their house. The living room was spacious, with a large TV and a very modern design. Jisung enjoyed being over at the Hwangs.

“So Chaeryeong, how’s your first year of high school?” Hyunjin asked once they got settled, and Chaeryeong gave him a massive smile.

“Oh, it’s great,” she said, “I’m really happy that you two made up, I missed coming over here,” Chaeryeong said, and Hyunjin rubbed his neck awkwardly, looking at Jisung.

“Actually Chaeryeong, it’s not that we had a fight or anything, we technically didn’t make up...” Hyunjin trailed off, looking to Jisung for help explaining the situation.

“Yeah, it was more like we just sort of drifted apart,” Jisung supplied. Chaeryeong nodded her head in understanding.

“Do you guys want to go outside?” Hyunjin offered, changing the subject, “it’s boring in here,”

Jisung and Chaeryeong agreed to going outside. The house was stuffy and warm, and it was such a nice night out anyways.

When they got out into the backyard, Chaeryeong ran over to where she saw Hyunjin’s basketball and basketball hoop. She excitedly picked up the ball. “Hyunjin, you’re so good at basketball,” she complimented. Jisung rolled his eyes at her. “Can you teach me to shoot?” she asked, and Hyunjin smiled and agreed.

She threw him the ball and he dribbled it on the cement of his backyard three times before raising it, bending his knees and shooting the ball straight into the hoop. Chaeryeong clapped for him.

“You see, it’s all about balance and aim,” he said, chasing after the ball to show Chaeryeong. “Try this,” he said, and gave her the ball. He explained to her how she should stand, and how she should hold the ball.

Jisung thought it looked like a scene out of a drama. If he was right, this would be the moment they would lock eyes and fall in love. However, in real life, the boy would let go of her hands and let her try and shoot, which Hyunjin did.

Chaeryeong released the ball, and it flew through the air, hitting the backboard of the net. It bounced back down to the ground and over to where Hyunjin was standing.

“That was really good!” He praised, “you have good aim, you just need to work on your form. There’s a certain technique that you learn over time that helps the ball get into the net instead of just hitting the backboard”.

Chaeryoung agreed with him, and tried again, this time hitting the rim of the net. She was closer this time, but still unsuccessful.

“Jisung, why don’t you try?” Hyunjin offered, passing the ball to Jisung.

Jisung took the ball, but was sort of hesitant to try. Jisung was not necessarily a sporty kid, and he knew he would look stupid if he didn’t even hit the backboard.

“Come on, try it,” Hyunjin coaxed, and Jisung finally agreed to try. “You heard what I told Chaeryeong, right?” he asked.

“Yeah,” Jisung answered, and Hyunjin told him how to stand properly.

“Now for your hands,” Hyunjin moved Jisung’s hands so that one was supporting behind and one was supporting the side of the ball. “Perfect, that looks really good, Jisung”

Hyunjin backed away from Jisung enough to give the boy room to shoot the ball. Jisung concentrated on watching the net, bent his knees, and jumped while releasing the ball like he saw Hyunjin do earlier.

The ball floated through the air, hit the side of the rim, and bounced into the net.

“You got it!” Hyunjin praised, patting Jisung in the back with the stupidest grin on his face. Jisung was also smiling. He may not be good at sports usually, but it was nice to feel like he was sometimes.

“How the hell did Jisung do better than me?” Chaeryeong teased, jogging to go grab the ball from where it fell.

“Hey you shoot like that, you might as well join the team,” Hyunjin joked, shaking Jisung’s shoulders.

“Kids, dinner’s on the table!” Jisung heard Hyunjin’s mother yell from the window. Hyunjin yelled back a confirmation, and they began to head inside.

“You know Jisung,” Hyunjin started, “I’m not actually joking about you joining the team,”

Jisung choked on air. “You think that I could join the basketball team?” Jisung laughed at him. “Did you hit your head?”.

How on earth could Jisung play basketball? That shot was obviously beginners luck, he had no actual skill, he barely knew how to play the game.

“I’m serious! Dowoon is out for the rest of the season because he broke his leg, so there’s an open spot,” Hyunjin explained.

“Jesus, a guy from your team is out because he’s injured, and you think that would make me want to join?” Jisung said, disbelievingly.

“It was an unrelated injury,” Jisung rolled his eyes, “I’m not kidding, it’s too late to have tryouts, and we need numbers to win the championship this year,”

“Hyunjin, you realize I don’t know anything about basketball?” Jisung leaned against the side of the house and crossed his arms over his chest. “Besides, why do you want me instead of somebody else at school that might actually know how to dribble a ball properly?”

Hyunjin sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. “Look, you don’t have to, but I want to be able to spend more time with you now that we’re friends again,” he said, “I can help you- sort of train you if you want, and I already know Minho’s going to like having you on the team,”

Jisung thought about it. For some reason, Jisung wanted to be closer to Minho. He wanted to be Minho’s friend. He also agreed with Hyunjin; he wanted to do more things together. Basketball didn’t seem like that difficult of a sport, you just had to get the ball into the net, how hard could it be?

“Plus,” Hyunjin continued after a beat, “you don’t even really have to play that much, we really just need another body on our bench,”

Jisung couldn’t believe he was considering playing basketball. He saw the way Hyunjin’s eyes lit up when he was talking about the two of them on the team together. Jisung could see that he was happy.

“Oh damnit,” Jisung sighed at Hyunjin, “I’ll consider it,”

“Really?” Hyunjin asked. Jisung saw that his eyes were sparkly and bright. Jisung thought it almost gave Hyunjin an innocent glow. The positivity radiating off of Hyunjin made Jisung smile.

“Yeah,” he admitted, “Now let’s go eat, I’m hungry,”

----

That night was the first time in a week that Jisung was able to sleep for more than two hours.

Jisung didn’t know what changed, or why he suddenly was able to shut his brain off, but he was thankful he could. He figured that with Hyunjin trying to get him to join the basketball team it would be harder to sleep, but if anything, that night was the deepest he’s slept in weeks. Maybe it was the fact that Jisung’s brain wanted to fuck him up all week, only to give him the proper rest that he needs on the Friday night, when he knows he won’t be doing anything important on the Saturday.

Jisung knew what Felix and Seungmin would say if he asked them. They would want him to join the team. Not for the thrill of playing basketball, but for the popularity and the girls. All of them knew that the boys on the basketball team could get whatever girl they wanted, but Jisung didn’t want that sort of power.

He knew what Chaeryeong would say. She would want him to join the team so that she could be known as the girl who’s brother is on the varsity boys basketball team.

He also knew that his mother would be against it. She knows what those basketball boys do. She still vividly remembers her son coming home at three in the morning, blackout drunk. She wouldn’t want that type of lifestyle to determine her son’s future.

Oddly enough, the fact that his mom would want him not to is what makes Jisung want to join the team the most.

And of course, he knew what joining the team would mean to Hyunjin. Quite frankly, Jisung was touched that Hyunjin would want to spend more time with him so much that he would take it upon himself to teach Jisung how to play an entire sport. Not only just to teach him, but to make him good enough that their team has a chance at winning the championship again, even if he only played a few times all season.

Jisung knew how much this championship meant to Minho, thanks to their conversation the week prior. Jisung smiled while he thought back to that day. He liked the feeling of talking to Minho. He was kind, and he was sweet, and Jisung could tell that he wasn’t the same person that people believed through their little stereotypes.

It sounded really weird and strange to Jisung, but all he wanted to do was to get closer to Minho.

Jisung knew that there was no harm in at least trying to fit in with the team. Right?

----

Jisung was torn. On one hand, he didn’t know a single thing about basketball, and he was so afraid to make a fool out of himself and the team if he joined. But on the other hand, he wanted the opportunity to spend more time with Hyunjin and Minho. It was a dilemma.

The last thing Jisung wanted was to take his focus away from studying. Jisung had always lived by the idea that nothing was more important than school. He had wanted to do a lot of things over the years, but he had never really had the motivation to try. He didn’t want to go through his life without experiencing things, because he was deathly afraid of waking up in ten years to realize that his life had no value. Maybe basketball could help with that.

Jisung had always been told that the friendships, experiences and memories that were essential to a teenage life could be created by putting yourself out there, taking risks, getting involved and trying new things, but he had never bothered. Maybe he was always just satisfied with his friendships with Felix and Seungmin that he didn’t feel the need to try new things.

Jisung thought about why he was so hung up on it. Part of him wondered if it was because he was worried that he was missing out on the amazing teenage life that he had always expected growing up. Thinking about it, most of the cheesy high school movies he used to watch glorified the athletes and social butterflies, and called the people that don’t have a lot of friends and don’t belong to clubs the “social outcasts”.

Minho was a social butterfly. He had girls lined up down the block for him. He never went a weekend without doing something fun. Even though he couldn’t for the life of him figure out why, Jisung wanted to be his friend. He wanted to make Minho laugh. Minho was such a desirable friend.

Jisung thought that Minho was mysterious. Like there were layers to him that nobody could understand. The image that Jisung got about Minho a few weeks ago was so different from the image he got after the party, and then again after they had that conversation after school. Jisung wanted to tear down those fake images he gets about Minho. He wanted Minho to trust him.

Jisung snapped out of those thoughts. He still had a dilemma. Should he join the basketball team?

Life is full of risks and opportunities that you sometimes just have to take.

Jisung sent Hyunjin a text.

Me: If the offer is still up, I think I’d like to join the team

Me: THAT IS, if you’ll be willing to coach me :))

----

Of course, Hyunjin was ecstatic that Jisung agreed to join the team. The boys agreed to meet up every Tuesday and Saturday, which staggered nicely with the team’s official practices.

When Jisung told Felix and Seungmin during lunch on the following Monday, they were Hyunjin’s ecstatic times one thousand.

“You joined the basketball team?” Felix shouted in the middle of the cafeteria, causing a number of heads to turn in confusion. Jisung hid his face in his hands.

“Yes,” was his small response, “but I’m not really going to be playing that much, so don’t get too excited,”

Felix scoffed at him. He was grinning from ear to ear, beaming with the new found possibilities of what having a friend on the basketball team could be. “I don’t care if you play one game all season, you are going to be on the basketball team!”

Seungmin pinched Jisung in the arm. “Maybe once you get that nice ass varsity jacket, you can properly ask out Nayeon,” he teased, wiggling his eyebrows flirtatiously at Jisung.

The latter choked on his lunch, “why do you assume I want to ask out Nayeon?” he asked.

Felix gave Jisung a look that was basically asking if he was the dumbest person ever, “because you sucked her face and last time I checked, you don’t have a girlfriend,”

“That’s because I don’t want a girlfriend,” Jisung countered.

“That’s because you can’t get a girlfriend,” Seungmin teased, laughing and giving Felix a high five. Jisung just rolled his eyes.

If there’s anything Jisung knew, it was that he could get a date solely based off his looks. He has always been asked out and adored by girls at their school, but no matter how much they tried to get his attention, it wouldn’t make him want a girlfriend any more than he already does.

“Speaking of girlfriends,” Felix said, “I have my date with Dahyun on Friday,”

Seungmin laughed as he ate. “Don’t screw it up,” he warned.

As Felix was cursing out Seungmin, Jisung thought about how happy it makes him that somebody is appreciating Felix.

The bell rang some time after that, and the boys left to get to class.

Jisung spent the entire rest of the day worrying about what was to come after school. Hyunjin told him that he should come by and join the team for their practice after school, where Minho will hopefully agree to let Jisung join the team.

Jisung was terrified, to say the least. He didn’t have any time to learn the basics with Hyunjin, he only knew general rules from elementary school gym classes. Now he’s kicking himself for not taking those pointless classes seriously.

When the bell rang after last period, Jisung felt a spike of anxiety. Thankfully, he had his last period class with Hyunjin, which meant he didn’t have to make his way to the gym change rooms himself.

“Are you ready?” Hyunjin asked, packing up the last of his notes and shoving them messily into his school bag.

Jisung was anything but ready. “Yeah,” he answered, feigning confidence. Hyunjin gave him a wide smile, and led him out the door.

“Nervous?” Hyunjin asked over the sound of the crowded halls.

“A little bit,” Jisung answered. Jisung grabbed onto Hyunjin’s backpack, trying to stay close to him while they walked through the school’s main hallway. It didn’t help that the walls were lined with lockers, all with students opening and loitering by them.

“Don’t be,” Hyunjin said, once they turned down the gym hallway. “Remember one thing,” he commented as they walked down the less populated hallway, “these boys won’t bite. They aren’t here to try and push you down, I’ve talked you up really nicely, and I think they are all looking forward to you joining the team,”

Jisung smiled at him. One of his biggest fears was that these boys would think he was a joke. Hyunjin had a nice way of making him feel calmer. Safer.

“Plus, Minho’s the only one who can make the final decision about whether or not you join, and he’s very non-judgmental,” Hyunjin added on as they arrived at a heavy door marked Changing Room 3.

Hyunjin swung open the door without a second thought, and Jisung followed him in, feeling the wave of anxiety freeze his blood and sink his stomach.

The wooden bench along the walls of the change room were littered with boys that Jisung had seen around school often. They were all talking while stripping off their school uniforms, and replacing them with the usual basketball uniform. Jisung was surprised to find that nobody even batted an eye at the sight of a strange, skinny, new kid invading their changing space.

Hyunjin nonchalantly took a seat in the back corner, beckoning for Jisung to follow him. Jisung took the cue, and dodged around the backpacks left on the floor to get to Hyunjin.

"So we just,” Jisung paused, glancing quickly around the room of teenage boys, “get dressed here? In front of everyone?” he asked quietly, trying to avoid the attention of the unfamiliar boys.

Hyunjin gave him a chuckle. “Yeah, unless you want to change in the hallway,” he answered.

The thought of getting changed in front of these boys made Jisung blush. He took Hyunjin’s lead, and slowly tried to wiggle all of his clothes off, so he could change into the set of workout clothes he brought from home.

“So, what do you think we’ll have to do today?” Jisung asked Hyunjin.

Hyunjin took a second to pull his shirt off of his head before answering “Minho is the one who runs the practices. He knows that you are coming though, so I told him not to make it too complicated today,”

Jisung sighed in relief as he finished getting dressed by tying his running shoes. “You know Hyunjin, I am not even interested in playing that much, I really just want to be... a benchwarmer,” Jisung said.

Hyunjin gave a little bit of a laugh. “I told him to make it simple for today, but after you begin your training with coach Hwang, I told him you’ll be improving and ready to play in no time,”

Jisung was shocked at the other boy. “You told him what? Hyunjin, I told you that I didn’t want to really play, I just want to be a spare,”

“And you won’t really play! At least not until you develop the skills,”

Jisung was about to argue back when suddenly, the door to the changeroom swung open, and Jisung saw Lee Minho calling the team into the gym.

“We’ll talk later,” Hyunjin promised, standing up to leave with the rest of the boys.

Jisung hurried to catch up with him, “I thought we agreed I won’t be playing a lot! Hyunjin don’t undermine me,” he warned, following a giggling Hyunjin through the double doors and into the gym.

All of the other boys began doing various warm-ups, stretching their muscles, and setting up the stands of basketballs. Jisung felt very out of place with them, but that was nothing unexpected. He suddenly got the thought that he didn’t belong there. He didn’t even know how to warm himself up.

He turned towards Hyunjin for reassurance, who just smiled and led him to one side of the court, where Chan and Changbin were talking amongst themselves.

“Hey guys,” Hyunjin called, walking over to the two other boys. Hyunjin looked like he was calm and collected, whereas Jisung felt like his whole body was on fire.

“I see you brought Dowoon’s replacement with you,” Bang Chan said, nodding at Jisung and smiling. Jisung calmed down slightly and felt the tension inside him ease when he realized Chan was joking around with him.

Jisung gave a small, awkward wave and mumbled a small greeting.

The four of them began talking a little bit about Jisung, filling him in on what usually happens during these practices. From what Jisung gathers, practices usually consist of a cardio warm up, a few drills, some positioning plays practice, and then finally some muscle training and a cool down. It didn’t seem too hard, except for the fact that Jisung wasn’t good at cardio, he didn’t have the majority of the skills required for the drills, he didn’t understand basketball plays and he didn’t have very much muscle.

Nevertheless, Jisung made a vow to himself that he would do his best and try hard this practice. People always talk about how you can do anything that you work hard for, so why can’t Jisung play basketball?

Jisung was snapped out of the conversation by a sharp whistle. He turned his head to see Lee Minho standing in the middle of the face-off circle, calling for the team to gather around him.

Jisung and Hyunjin made their way towards the center. It was then that Jisung made eye contact with Minho, who gave him an encouraging smile. Jisung smiled back. He was happy that Minho didn’t seem like a harsh and mean leader.

“Okay guys,” Minho called, grabbing the attention of the team, “we all know the unfortunate incident that happened with Dowoon, and though we will miss him for the remainder of the season, it still must go on,” he started, and Jisung heard some of the boys begin to whoop when Minho said that. “That means we have an open spot on this team, and since we already held try-outs this year, Hyunjin took the opportunity to invite a friend to help us. Everybody, this is Han Jisung,” Minho said, gesturing towards Jisung.

One or two of the boys whooped for Jisung after that, which made him a little bit shy. Hyunjin bumped Jisung lightly on the shoulder. Minho gave Jisung a welcoming smile, which made Jisung’s heart flutter, for some reason.

Practice started with running laps as a warm up, and then they moved onto skill developmental drills. Jisung fumbled the ball a few times, made some off shots, but overall he was genuinely not that bad.

Throughout practice, Jisung got small words of encouragement from Hyunjin and Minho, as well as thumbs up from other members of the team, particularly Youngjae. Choi Youngjae was widely known to be a very nice and sweet kid, so it didn’t surprise Jisung.

“Hey Jisung,” Minho called to him once practice finished. The rest of the boys all made their way back to the change room.

Jisung walked over to Minho, feeling extra gross and sweaty. His hair felt like it was plastered to his forehead, and even though his body temperature is boiling, the sweat on his body gives him chills.

“Welcome to the team,” Minho said, smiling as he extended his hand out for Jisung to shake. Jisung was very happy, and excitedly took Minho’s hand and shook it.

Jisung never even processed how much the idea of being on the team grew on him until he heard those words coming from his new captain's mouth.

“Are you serious?” Jisung beamed. Minho gave him a pat on the shoulder as he gave him a confirming head nod.

“But, you’ll still have to work hard if you want playing time this year,” Minho told him, leading Jisung towards the change rooms.

“Of course,” Jisung agreed.

“I think this is going to be a great season, Jisung,” Minho predicted, “I’m glad you took the jump and joined the team, I know Hyunjin said you were hesitant...” he trailed off.

Jisung noticed the way that Minho’s eyes gleamed, and the sweat made his skin sparkle. It wasn’t the first time that Jisung marveled at the boy’s handsomeness, but it feels like it. Jisung could never get over how smooth and pretty Minho’s skin was, or how it looked like Minho’s dark eyes reflected the rich warmth of the sun. Jisung thought he felt warm.

It was then that it hit Jisung. His mind was flicking from one thought to the next, and before he knew it, he was thinking about how soft Minho’s lips looked.

He snapped out of that thought, and saw Minho give a confused look. Jisung must have jumped a little bit at the shocking thoughts about his friend.

“Jisung, are you okay?” Minho asked, placing a comforting hand on Jisung’s bare arm. Jisung felt his skin burn where Minho touched it, and his arm muscles tensed up.

“Yeah,” he assured as they got to the change room door, “just the chills,” he excused, pushing open the heavy door and making his way to where Hyunjin was.

Hyunjin raised his eyebrows in expectation, and Jisung realized he was asking what Minho said. Jisung smiled at him and nodded his head.

“Yes!” Hyunjin celebrated. Jisung really appreciated how happy Hyunjin was that they will be playing basketball together.

Jisung tried to engage himself in conversation with Hyunjin about everybody's positions and the team’s plays they used in the games, but Jisung was still hung up on the thought of Minho.

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That night, Jisung had a tough time shutting his brain off. All he could think about was why he reacted so harshly when he thought about Minho’s lips. It was nothing that out of the ordinary, he was just thinking about Minho’s face. He thought about Minho’s eyes, his nose, his skin, his hair, his laugh, everything, but for some reason, he felt guilty while thinking about his lips.

Jisung figured that thinking about another guy’s lips seemed wrong. It just seemed weird. Usually, when a guy thinks about lips, they usually think about wanting to kiss those lips. And, those lips usually belong to a girl.

Jisung tested out a theory. He thought about Nayeon, the girl he kissed at the party. He remembered her starry eyes, smooth and pale skin, and her lips that were soft and pink, pressed against his. He remembered how it felt, and what she tasted like, and even the pressure of her body flush against his in the dark hallway, but he still felt nothing. He might as well have been thinking about his school work.

Then, Jisung cautiously thought about Minho’s lips. He thought the same thing that he thought earlier that day. They are some of the softest and prettiest lips Jisung has seen on any boy. Immediately, he felt his cheeks heat up in a blush. He felt dizzy as he thought about Minho. He imagined how smooth his skin must be. He imagined touching it. Suddenly, without his permission, Jisung’s mind trailed to what Minho’s lips would feel like when he kissed him, and he shot up in bed.

He didn’t know what type of emotion he was feeling, but it felt like adrenaline, guilt, excitement, and fear all wrapped up in one. He was panting hard, trying to catch his breath. Suddenly, Jisung understood what people meant in all of those love songs and romance movies he used to watch. He feels a spark; he feels dizzy; he feels drunk.

And it is terrifying.

Jisung snapped back to reality. He was having thoughts about kissing another boy. Not a girl, but a boy. Was he gay? He couldn’t be gay. He didn’t know why, but he just knew that he wasn’t gay.

Jisung was confused and scared at this revelation. How could he face Minho again? Minho had been so kind and welcoming to him, and Jisung repays him by imagining gross scenarios filled with subconscious, perverted thoughts.

There has to be someone he can go to for help. Someone that can help him figure out his feelings, because he can’t deal with them on his own. Jisung could never talk to Felix or Seungmin because he was too worried that they’d think he was weird, or gross, or something like that. Obviously he couldn’t tell Minho or Hyunjin. Chaeryeong would end his entire life if she found out her brother was having homosexual thoughts. His mother would disown him if he was anything other than straight.

Then it hit him. Myoui Mina was a girl in his grade, and she was openly bisexual. Jisung had never really thought to talk to her or try and get close to her, not because he didn’t think that it was okay for her to like girls, but just because he was never really interested in making more friends.

Jisung had a few classes with her over the years, and from what he could tell, she was a very kind person. Jisung also knows that after she came out freshman year, she suffered all kinds of bullying. Jisung had heard about the horror stories about her locker getting the D slur written on it in permanent marker, and the rumors that she hooked up with a thirteen year old girl. Of course Jisung never believed it, but people can be outright vicious when they want to be.

Jisung assumed that if anyone would be trustworthy and possibly helpful to him, it would be Myoui Mina.

So, he made up his mind to talk to her the next day, and ask her for advice. What did he have to lose?

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When the bell rang for lunch, Jisung immediately doubted his plan to ask Mina for advice. He felt himself begin to shake as he saw her across the hall from where he was, talking to a girl he doesn’t know.

Jisung thought about the night before, how gross it felt having those thoughts about Minho, which gave him the confidence he needed to catch up to Mina.

When Jisung got to where she was walking, she bid her friend goodbye as she stopped and opened a locker, Jisung figures it probably belongs to her. Mina’s friend kept walking down the hall, which Jisung was thankful for.

Now or never.

“Uhm.. Hi Mina,” he greeted, leaning against the locker beside her in an attempt to look less awkward and panicked.

She was a little bit startled from the sudden guy beside her, but her gaze softened when she saw it was Jisung.

“Han Jisung? What’s going on?” she asked, grabbing her bag out of her locker and leaving her school books inside.

Jisung took a breath. He was scared to tell anybody about his situation, which he thought would be understandable. He doesn’t think that coming to terms with something like this would be easy for anybody.

“Uhm..” he starts. Suddenly, he begins to shake slightly again, finding it hard to breathe.

“Are you okay?” She asks, closing her locker and giving him a concerned look.

“Can we talk... in private?” he asked, and she gave him a confused nod. The two of them began to walk in silence, Mina leading him outside to the bleachers on the side of the running track. Nobody ever sat there, so Jisung saw that it was a perfect spot for this conversation.

“Not gonna lie, you’re kind of freaking me out,” Mina says, sitting down on the metal bench. Jisung joins her and stares intently at the track in front of them. He likes sitting here because he didn’t have to look at her in the eyes while he told her his biggest secret. “I know we don’t really know each other, but something’s obviously wrong,” she said.

“Mina...” he started. The air outside was cool, which was hardly unusual for early-mid October. There was a breeze that supplied Jisung with more oxygen. He took a deep inhale of the refreshing air, and bit his lip. “When did you realize... you liked girls?” he asked in a small voice.

Mina smiled in understanding. Jisung sat in the question for a second, waiting for her to answer. He began to feel anxious, worried that she thought he was weird for asking. He was about to backtrack and find a way to leave when-

“I was thirteen, and I watched Harry Potter,” she answered. Jisung felt a massive weight lift off of his shoulders as he listened to her response. “It was Hermione, really. I don’t know why, but I had such a big crush on her. I didn’t even realize that it was a romantic thing until I was fourteen,” she let out a small, airy laugh. “everyone has their crushes...”

Jisung smiled and nodded.

“I assume that’s not the only think you wanted to talk to be about though, is it?” she said, resting her arm on his shoulder, “it’s okay, I won’t judge you,”

Jisung almost felt himself tear up. He didn’t realize it would be this hard to come to terms with himself, but here he was. “I...” he started, and then stopped.

“Jisung, do you think you might be interested in boys?” she asked cautiously, moving her hand to his back and rubbing consoling circles over the uniform.

Jisung couldn’t find it in him to give her a verbal answer, so he just nodded his head. Mina gave him a smile, which he didn’t see since he was so focused on the track.

“What makes you think that?” she asked, using a calming voice. Jisung felt safe with her. He almost felt like she was giving him motherly love, and it was intoxicating.

He took a deep breath, and willed himself to explain it. “So...” he began, “I have this friend, I’m not going to say his name, and... I don’t know, I really wanted to be his friend, and he’s always so nice to me,” he mustered up the courage to look Mina in her eyes. He saw the genuine look she had on her face, and it made him feel less scared. “Anyways, I had.. a weird thought about him yesterday,”

“What kind of a weird thought?” she asked. Jisung felt a whole new wave of nervousness engulf him when he realized he was about to tell her that he thought about kissing another boy, and he liked the idea.

“It was..” he trailed off, but brought himself back, “His lips.. and I wanted to kiss them,” he finished. He hung his head in shame, hoping to hide his embarrassed cheeks from her. He felt his heart pound throughout his whole body, sounding like thunder in his ears.

“I see,” Mina whispered. Jisung waited for her response, but there was none.

“I just.. I don’t know, am I gay?” he asked her, turning to fully face her finally.

Mina gave him an apologetic smile. “I can’t answer that for you, Jisung,” she moved both of her hands to grab both of his, “but I can tell you that whatever you are, it’s okay,” she confirmed, “liking boys is not a bad thing, okay?” she told him.

Jisung felt his emotions get stronger again. He realized that what he really wanted was validation. He craved somebody to tell him his feelings for Minho weren’t disgusting. He needed that to help him become at peace with it. And he got it, in the form of Myoui Mina.

The two of them exchanged numbers so that they could talk, and Jisung could keep her updated on what happens with him.

When Jisung was walking back to his locker, he saw Minho, Jeongin and Sungjin all walking down the hall. As much as Jisung tried not to focus on the boy in the middle, his gaze automatically landed on Minho.

He was wearing the red varsity jacket, his hair was slightly messy, but it looked attractive on him. Jisung met his eyes, and Minho gave him a wink and a smile as he walked. Jisung felt himself freeze in place when he noticed Minho’s lips curled into the most radiant smile Jisung had ever had the privilage of seeing. He felt his breath catch in his throat as Minho turned back to the other two boys, walking right past Jisung.

He has absolutely no idea the damage he is doing.

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loveseungs · 6 years ago

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stray kids reacting to you waking them up by kissing them all over their face

requested by anon

a/n: oh hell very nice

warnings: very soft things ahead read @ ur heart’s own risk

chan

- o heck - o goodness - where even do u start - he’ll prolly be passed the heck out if he even gets the chance to sleep - so like,, u’d often avoid tryna wake him up - esp caus we ALL KNO HE NEEDS IT,,, LIKe,,, - anyway - but he already slept for a good 10 hours and u know he needed to be somewhere so u hopped over to the side of the bed n started showering channie in kisses - just!! some soft n innocent pecks all over his face - his eyes slowly flutter open n he’s kinda confused for 5 secs but when he realizes he’s being,, showered in love n affection… the BIGGEST smile appears on his face - ok u know the face chan makes when he smiles rlly big where his eyes sorta disappear and he giggles a lil bit while smiling - fricfricfricfric abort mission as a chan stan im attacking myself - he’s just grinning like a fool and ur beginning to get flustered so u stop - he takes this opportunity to smooch ur nose - “good morning, sunshine!”

woojin

- i’d like 2 imagine u often fall asleep cuddling woojin bc he’s The Bear of the Century - he’s just… v v v warm and soft - but one time u guys fell asleep on the couch after watching some good ol’ romcoms, buried in each other’s arms - u were very much asleep but the sun kinda hit ur eyes as it seeped through the curtains and u woke up, feeling a little bit of weight on ur waist - u realized woojin was still snuggled into u - ajdlkasjdklajlkdajsl ur heart was melting wow what does it feel like 2 wake up smothered under the snuggles of the love of ur life - u shifted ur postion to plant tiny kisses all over his face bc ksjaldjlaksjldaj kim woooooooojin - like he was already awake bc u shifted in ur position but he decided to pretend he was sleeping so he could receive more kisses - kim woojin is a sly lil’ fricker ʕ •ᴥ• ʔʕ •ᴥ• ʔ - when woojin opened his eyes suddenly and smiled his Woojin SmileTM,, u almost fell out of the couch - “ur awake!!!” u exclaimed, covering ur face - “yes, I am,” he answered, pulling u into a close hug - suddenly ur face was like - 0.5 cm away from his n jkdslkdalsdjklasjdlka - he rested his forehead on urs so he could stare into your eyes,, which he thought were just. ugh. So heckn beautiful - “I didn’t expect to be woken up in such a pleasant way,” he admits, letting his eyes linger on yours.

minho

- ughhh I feel like minho loves this sorta thing - k so like - minho took one glance at his cats and decided that he was jealous of them bc they were sleeping so peacefully - so he decided, ‘yknow,, I’m going to take a good, well-deserved nap.’ - thing is - he forgot u were coming over to hang - when u got to his house, u saw minho just,, paSSED OUT on the couch - lmao me - u were just gonna let him sleep more for a bit caus g00dness knows he is in need of rest - but soonie and doongie started to meow and paw at their empty bowls - smh minho,, feed ur siblings - so u kneel down beside the couch and attempt to wake minho up - but ofC NOT BEFORE PULLING OUT UR PHONE AND SNAPPING PICS OF THIS BAREFACED BEAUTY - usually people look decent sleeping,,, but minho was just,, OUT COLD LMAO - next time minho teased u,,, u had smth u could use against him (◕ ˬ ◕✿) - its not like u took pics bc he looked rlly cute and peaceful,,, like,,, um,,, TOTALLY NOT - anyway,, his cat-siblings were getting kinda hungry so u moved over n started 2 plant smol kisses on his face - he mumbled some incoherent strings of sounds, but ended up fluttering his eyes open - when he realized it was u pressing kisses on his face, he just grinned - “oh?” he teased. “can’t resist me, can you?” - but his confident demeanor couldn’t fool you. you saw his ears turn bright (and I mean BRIGHT) pink - “no, not really. It’s more for you because I know you like it so much.” - “so do it more, why don’t you?”

changbin - CHANGBIN FALLS ASLEEP EVERYWHERE AND ANYWHERE - JUST SAYING - LIKE,, HE’S THE MEMBER MOST OFTEN CAUGHT SLEEPING ON VLOG - so when you find him knocked out cold in the studio, you’re not even surprised - it’s supposed to be lunch break but the others made u go and get changbin, who they thought was still working on music prod - NO! HE’S ASLEEP - u walk towards the sleeping boy and kiss the top of his head!! - ughh he smells good - a natural, fruity scent - wow seo changbin. just marry me - u make ur way from his hair to his forehead, then to the tip of his nose, then his cheeks - u were even considering giving him a short peck on the lips but u were interrupted bc those lips u wanted 2 kiss started to turn upwards into a smile - his eyes were closed but u could tell he was awake n u started 2 kinda get flusterd bc ‘O NO CHANGBIN CAUGHT ME BEING SOFT’ - expecting some kind of witty remark about his handsomeness, you brace yourself… only to find… - changbin looking at u with such a tender gaze - asklajdlksjdklad reader,, - he is so in love with you. - his eyes say it all: the way he stares at you so delicately is proof that he, seo changbin, is deeply, madly in love with you. - “So… are you gonna continue and kiss me on my lips? I mean… it’s too late to stop now.”

hyunjin

- LSJADLSDJLKASJDLKASJDAS HWANG HYUNJIN IS WHIPPED FOR KISSES - like honestly - he loves receiving kisses just as much as he loves giving them - this is actually how he wakes u up quite often—by smothering u in lil’ smooches - HE MAKES SURE HIS LIPS ARE ALWAYS IN PERFECT CONDITION BC HE N E E D S TO BE SURE THAT WHOEVER RECEIVES HIS KISSES LOVE THEM - and o my hell, u rlly do - but one time, you wake up and he’s still asleep, cuddling his pillow - this is when u decide to turn the tables and for the first time… pepper him in kisses - just. all over his face - but wait. U wanted 2 make sure they were The Best,, so u even took an extra step and quietly made ur way to the bathroom to brush ur teeth - THE LEAST U COULD DO WAS KISS HIM SMELLING DECENT, ALRIGHT - anyway, u crawled into bed again and started to smooch him all over his face - u just - admired every single one of his facial features and kissed them - he woke up with a sleepy giggle and before u knew it,, u were the one being smothered in kisses - “I see you’re trying to use my tricks on me. That’s so adorable.” - EVERY TIME I IMAGINE SLEEPY HYUNJIN I KINDA DIE A LITTLE BC SLEEPY!HYUNJIN ON CAMERA’S REALLY REALLY CUTE henlp im soft - bonus: on days hyunjin is especially hard to wake up, you do end up kissing him but he replies with the most obscure things - you: smooches him - him: “please don’t tell me they ran out of chicken”

jisung

- listen - anything u do to jisung makes him weak - he’s just so - HE LOVES!! AFFECTION - he’s constantly asking u if u could meet up - I mean, in regards to ur schedules - bc he rlly enjoys being w u !! - and u love 2 be with him - Saturday nights became hangout night for u two - usually u’d go shopping or take a walk in the part - sometimes even just go on spontaneous trips to far away - but tonight, yall jus wanted to stay in - the weather has been cold lately, so yall opted to jus snuggle and watch Netflix - it was already quite late when ur movie finished and by the time it did, jisung was sleeping on ur shoulder - ‘ah.. he must be tired,’ you thought, examining his face - he looked,,, so tranquil, so calm… - what a rare moment bc we all know he’s rlly l o u d - but ur shoulder was starting to hurt and u wanted to make sure u could sleep comfortably - “jisung,” you whispered, planting a kiss on his forehead. “wake up… the movie’s over and I don’t want to sleep sitting down.” - he stirred a little bit, but his eyes remained closed - “jisuuuuungggg…” you mumbled, “if you don’t wake up, I’m going to kiss you.” - he’d woken up already, but seeing as you made such an offer, he mustered all his strength not to smile and pretended he was asleep - you sighed and smooched his cheeks. “jisuuung, wake up.” - “no,” he said quietly. “if I do, you won’t kiss me.” - gosh darn fellas which kdrama is this - why am I writing such cheesy things,,, I actually apologize - “can we please not sleep sitting down??? My back hurts, okay??” you requested, slapping jisung’s squirrel cheeks playfully. - “okay, but you have to wake me up like that again tomorrow.”

felix

- one word: - disaster - absolute calamity - rule 1: don’t make lee felix’s heart melt or else - but like - u, dear reader, are a rule breaker - anyway - ur neighbors w/ felix so u can easily just barge into his house n wake him up for school - and that’s what’d happen anyway - you guys would wake up, wake each other up, get ready, then head out together - it was just an average morning, and u went over to felix’s house like usual - his mom kindly let u inside and thanked u for always taking time to wake her mess of a son up - “it’s my pleasure,” you answered, heading to his room - sdjaklsdjlaskdjal did I ever mention - felix is THE BIGGEST KID ever - sometimes, it’s hard to spot him on his bed because there are like,,, - A LITERAL MOUNTAIN OF PLUSHIES - and some of them are really big - so u walk over to him and in the whirlpool of stuffed toys, you spot his face - its kinda funny how he’s sprawled out on his bed tho - if u took out the blanket, u’d see his limbs just,, everywhere - so when I say he’s sprawled out, he’s really sprawled out - gosh was this what u were gonna deal with in the married life??? - anyway u went to just smack him in the head w a pillow - like usual - but then for some reason - his face looked extra cute today - maybe it was the plushies - maybe its just because he’s sleeping - you knew rule 1 said: don’t make lee felix’s heart melt or else - but !! the way !! he was !! lying there !! - u could not resist and u kissed every single freckle on his face - “wake up, sleepyhead,” you whispered, running a hand through his hair - when he woke up and realized what was happening - he s c r e a m e d - rip headphone users - yall know how he screamed when changbin kissed him in the survival show, right?? - yeah, THAT, but 10x more wild - he just let out a ghastly scream and fell off the bed,, - wrapped himself in his blanket - “felix!!” you exclaimed, “what’s wrong??” - “STOP!! IT’S TOO EARLY TO BE IN LOVE WITH YOU, [Y/N]!!!!!!”

seungmin

- he’s not the biggest person on skinship - I mean yeah he was cool with it but it wasn’t something he’d search for every second - homeboy’s jus chill - he’s a very diligent boy who believes that rest is v impt so he always makes sure to sleep early so he can wake up early - so usually its him who wakes u up with a gentle pat and a kind “good morning!” - but one time, u find out that he’s out late because minho insists that skz extends practice for a little bit - that little bit turned into a p LONG WHILE - totally not bc they fooled around during practice,,, lmao… what r u talking about - anyway, long story short, seungmin gets home late,, but he doesn’t rlly care bc it’s a weekend after - he finds u already asleep and though he’s disappointed he can’t talk to u now, he settles in to just cuddle u until he falls asleep - when u woke, u were surprised to feel a weight on ur waist - aaaand there it was folks, a seungmin in slumber - aaaaaaahhh u were lowkey shocked bc!!! Seungmin !! was cuddling u!! - rare - u felt very thankful and happy that seungmin had u tight in his arms - for a while, u just laid in bed and thought about how much u loved this boy - soft morning hours = very open - it wasn’t until he shuffled and turned to the other side of the bed when u decided to wake him up so u could have breakfast - u decided to kiss seungmin all over his beautiful face !! - when he woke up, he frowned… - “…ew, [y/n]. you’re so cheesy.” - u scrunched ur nose. “mmm? You don’t like it?” - “no, not really,” he answered, leaning to kiss you on the lips.

jeongin

- ASDFGHJKL OKAY SO LIKE - highschool!au real quick hope u don’t mind - u were dating jeongin for quite some time - and u were v v v v v happy with it !! he treated u very well - whenever u’d go out, he’d always be rlly considerate - lmao the first time u went out,,, he bought a nice jacket that ur friends said u found cute on guys - he TRIED to impress u, and u couldn’t help but laugh bc the tag of the jacket was still on the back, which means he must’ve only bought the jacket in attempts to make u swoon or smth - anyway - u were really in love with his sweet boy - this sweet boy… who u wanted to surprise after his chorale practice - but as the evening crept in closer, u started to worry - where was jeongin?? - he wasn’t in the practice room - u checked everywhere !!! and he wasn’t there!!! - u even shot him a message but he didn’t reply - ur last stop was the library, and lo and behold - homeboy fell asleep on his books - we stan a hardworking student folks - u couldn’t help but giggle - shaking him lightly, u mumbled, “hey jeongin… wake up, it’s late and the library’s about to close.” - all he did was move his head and stir a little bit - his bangs covered his eyes a little, and u decided to brush them off… - … A MISTAKE - suddenly he looked RLLLLLLY MCHECKIN’ CUTE - oh dear oh no - ur cheeks flushed and u didn’t know what to do - asdfghjkl u SORTA RLLY WANTED TO KISS HIM - u don’t know what washed over u, but in a sec, u were peppering kisses on this sleeping boy’s face - his eyes flickered open and as he felt your lips brush against the skin on his face,,, - his cheeks became tinted with strawberry red - his ears??? PINK AS THE DAY - HE COULDN’T EVEN SPEAK PROPERLY - “t-thank you for kissing me!!!!” was all he could say before melting in his seat.

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starry-kfics · 7 years ago

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take your little sister to work day [hyunjin]

admin mel’s contribution for #happyhyunjinday; this soulmate au is for our wonderful visual, dancer, and rapper, hwang hyunjin!! all skiz writings can be found on my masterlist, if you’d like to check the others out!

word count: 1998 (just two words under the 2k word limit i set for myself lmao)

warnings: none

author: mel

extra info: soulmate au where you have a distinct mark that turns a matching color to your soulmate’s when you touch for the first time

♡

“Y/N,” a soft voice from above you, accompanied by a hand shaking your shoulder softly, gently lulled you out of your sleep.

“Hm? Unnie, why are you waking me up so early?” You mumbled, squinting your eyes against the harsh light of the bedside lamp.

“You’re coming with me to work today.” It was your much older sister, Hanseul, whose apartment you were staying in while your parents were on vacation.

“Why?”

“I love you, but I don’t trust you to be alone in my apartment for nine hours.”

“First Mom and Dad made me stay with you, now you won’t let me stay home alone; I’m nineteen, can you lighten up already?” A groan came from your mouth, but you sat up nonetheless and rubbed your eyes.

“Come on, it’ll be fun!” Hanseul gave you a bright smile, one that you didn’t reciprocate.

“How fun can going to your boring managerial job be?”

“I’m manager for a very fun group of boys, I’ll have you know.”

“Yeah, Stray Kids or whatever.”

“What’s with the tone?”

You attempted to innocently blink your eyes, “What tone? There’s no tone.”

“Just get dressed, okay? We’ll get breakfast from the employee cafe.” She declared, patting your legs before standing up and taking leave of the guest room.

You got ready in slow motion, wearing your comfiest sweatshirt in case there were opportunities for napping. There should be plenty of couches, or at least a chair or two. Following your sister to her car, you were still half asleep as she drove you from her apartment into the busiest streets of downtown. They were so busy, in fact, you were pretty sure that walking would have been quicker than driving. But nonetheless you finally made it to the parking garage, pulling into a space with a ‘RESERVED FOR MANAGER HANSEUL’ sign at the front.

“Reserved parking space? Fancy.” You commented, stretching once you had stepped out of the car.

She checked her watch as the two of you approached the front desk. “Ah, I don’t have enough time to eat with you.”

You frowned as she quickly checked herself in, then got a visitor’s pass for you, “Here, this should let you in most places I’m allowed in. I’ll give you my credit card and you can get whatever you want from the cafe, okay? I’ll have a plain bagel with cream cheese, and black coffee. Meet me in room 335 on the third floor when you’re done.”

Hanseul thrust the said credit card and visitor’s ID in your hands, then pointed to the small cafe in the corner of the first floor. “Okay.”

And with that, she took off towards the elevators. Somewhat dazed, you made your way into the line for food, eyeing the choices. You ordered Hanseul’s breakfast, then your own. Still not being fully awake, and doubtful of your skill to carry all this food upstairs, you decided to eat your own meal in the cafe. Sitting at a table as far away from other people as you could, you knew that some of the adults that worked there were confused, but nobody did more than glance at you briefly. Taking a sip of your own drink, you put your headphones in to drown out the annoying elevator music they had playing. After finishing most of your food, and having exhausted your Twitter feed, you decided to start towards the elevator.

When the elevator reached the third floor, you stepped off, immediately starting to read the numbers next to the doors. You were only at 304, meaning that you still had so many corridors to go down. Finally, you were at 335, and already were hungry again. Maybe you should have taken your leftovers with you.

Unsure if something important was happening in there or not, you decided to knock, gently rapping your knuckles against the wood.

“Come in, noona!” A voice called out, and despite knowing they probably thought you were someone else, you opened the door anyway.

Sitting at a conference table were several boys, all seeming to be somewhat near your age, and all very confused. “Ah, uhm, I’m looking for Y/L/N Hanseul.”

“Manager noona should be back soon.” The one who seemed to be the leader informed you, and it was then that the sound of the door opening reached your ears.

You turned to see your sister entering the room, an older man in tow. He must be her colleague, the other manager she worked with to manage Stray Kids.

“Y/N, thank you so much!” She took the food you offered out to her, then quickly introduced you to everybody. “This is my little sister, Y/N. Y/N, this is Kim Dongyoung, my coworker, and that’s Stray Kids. Now come on, this needs to be a quick meeting because you boys have a busy schedule today.”

You raised your eyebrows at just how in control of everything Hanseul was, and took a seat in an armchair in the corner, tucking your legs underneath you. As she gave the boys something between a pep talk, schedule explanation, and also scolding session, you put your headphones back in to listen to your music. You got the idea that the meeting was over when everybody started standing up, and you did the same, following them out of the room.

Your sister led everybody to the elevator, all twelve of you managing to cram into it. You were much warmer and much closer to the boys than you would have liked. They all tried to keep a polite distance from you, and the thought crossed your mind that they might be mildly afraid of you. After all, you hadn’t said a single word to them, only being on your phone. You were surprised your sister hadn’t chastised you yet for being plugged in so much.

Leaving the elevator, you were finally able to breathe again, but still felt sweat gathering along the back of your neck. Not like the sweater helped at all. As Hanseul led the way into another room, which you figured to be a practice room, you gathered your hair in your hand. Sitting on a tall stool in the corner, you then pulled your hair up into a ponytail, just to get it off your neck.

Unfortunately, since you were right next to the speaker, the music blasting from that drowned out your music still playing in your headphones. Rolling your eyes, you kept your headphones in but watched as the nine boys practiced, the one you assumed to be the leader stopping to give them occasional pointers and your sister observing with Dongyoung from the other side of the room. They were all very good dancers, and you were surprised to find out that most were rappers as well as singers.

After making uncomfortable eye contact with one particular member several times in the mirror, you decided to avert your gaze down to your phone. Fingers snapping in front of your face halted your scrolling only three minutes later, and you clicked your phone off to look at the interrupter. It was of course Hanseul, looking absolutely freaked out.

“Yes, unnie?” You questioned, and she latched her hand around your wrist, yanking you off the stool and out of the room.

You hadn’t noticed, but Stray Kids had taken a short break, and most were whispering, taking badly-concealed glances at you. What was happening?

Hanseul just about slammed the door shut behind the two of you, and you looked at her, concerned. “Unnie, what’s wrong?”

“Your mark, Y/N. It’s been activated.”

You were caught off-guard, knowing that she was referencing your soulmate mark. Normally, it would look like a puffy scar, but apparently once you touched your soulmate it would turn some kind of color that matched theirs. Yours was on the left side of the back of your neck, out of sight for you.

“What?” Your eyes widened to a ridiculous size, and she quickly took out her phone, snapping a quick picture of your neck to show you. “Holy shit.”

It was a nearly neon green, looking as if you’d been nailed in a game of paintball. You instinctively rubbed at it, fully knowing that it wouldn’t just come off like paint.

“It wasn’t like that this morning, which boy did you touch today?” She interrogated you, and your surprise faded as you soon regained your wits.

“Literally all of them, we were all stuffed in an elevator together, remember?”

Hanseul sighed, rubbing her temples, prompting you to mutter out an apology, “I’m sorry, unnie.”

“Woah, I’m not mad. Seriously, my little sister’s soulmate being one of those boys? I couldn’t be happier. They’re all great kids, seriously. I’m just frustrated that it happened now. JYP’s dating ban is three years, and I hate the idea of you having to be kept from him for so long.”

“We don’t even know who it is, don’t you think you’re getting ahead of yourself?”

“Right, we should figure out which one it is.” She nodded, straightening up before taking your hand in hers and throwing the door open.

Stray Kids were still on their break, all of them nervously standing at attention when the two of you reentered. “Line up, boys! Let me see your marks!”

They all scrambled to do as she asked, and you felt your face turning red with embarrassment at how she was approaching this. It was way too straightforward and militant for you. As she went down the line, most weren’t activated, and the couple whose were had the wrong color. There were two boys left, but one wasn’t displaying his. You recognized him as the one you kept making eye contact with in the practice room mirror, and now he couldn’t look you in the eye.

“Hyunjin, come on.” Hanseul ordered. With a sigh, he tugged at the collar of his shirt, stretching it down.

There, just below his collarbone was an electric green mark. Definitely the same blinding color as yours. Everybody started yelling, the other members of Stray Kids all crowding their friend as Hanseul let out a big sigh of relief. You were frozen, looking at boy almost in disbelief as he tried to ward off his members.

“Woah, woah, woah. Let’s all calm down for a moment.” Hanseul finally spoke up as she noticed Hyunjin being pushed towards you by a couple other boys.

The clamor quieted down, and you wanted nothing more than to disappear. You definitely weren’t planning on finding your soulmate today, and especially not in front of your sister and nine other absolute strangers. Your sister checked her watch momentarily.

“I would love to give the rest of the day for you two to,” She gestured wildly, trying to get her thoughts together, “Talk, or whatever. But you boys have a photoshoot and then a mukbang vlive tonight. I can give you the last ten minutes of their practice time.”

Not even getting permission from you or Hyunjin, she, Dongyoung, and the other eight members immediately fled the room. It was perhaps another thirty seconds before either of you said anything.

“So, uhm, what music were you listening to earlier?” He asked, and you realized that he was trying to make conversation with you. Which was the logical thing to do.

“Ah, a bit of everything. Weki Meki and Loona for the most part.”

He nodded, and you took a deep breath before offering your hand out towards him. “I’m Y/N, even though Hanseul unnie already announced that earlier.”

The boy shook it, and you took the moment to appreciate his aesthetics, a handsome jawline, and pretty lips all paired with a beautiful face. “I’m Hyunjin, even though manager noona already announced that earlier.”

With a small laugh, you let go of his hand and pulled out your phone. “Well, might as well get your phone number, since you boys are so busy.”

“Oh, right.” He recited it to you, and you quickly saved him as a contact.

“Sorry about my sister, by the way. She’s a bit much sometimes.”

“I’m used to it by now. And I guess I’ll have to be used to it for the rest of my life, right?”

“Right. How about you, any crazy family members I’ll have to get used to for the rest of my life?”

“Most of them.”

“Can’t wait.”

#skdays #happyhyunjinday #this didn't go w any of the themes whoops #stray kids #hyunjin #hwang hyunjin #stray kids imagine #stray kids imagines #hyunjin imagine #hyunjin imagines #author: mel #*100

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Chan’s Clarinet Witchcraft Cult

Pairing: none

Genre: humor

Words: 1,552

A/N: I’d like to thank my friend @auraseek for giving me this idea whiles I was talking to her on the school bus about how I wanted to write a Stray Kids Band AU thanks beb you the best beb Lmao anyways this is based off of my experiences in a marching band clarinet section it’s wildt

“Alright everyone for the first 30 minutes of rehearsal today we’re going to have sectionals,” the band director, JYSnake, said. Minho, the section leader of the clarinet section, groaned knowing he would have to deal with 8 rowdy kids.

“Music library! Music library! Music library!” the kids chanted. For all of their sectionals they join together in the music library. It's just a room full of all of the music every single band and choir has performed over the years.

“Jisung! I was gonna sit in one of the comfy chairs this time! Minho, he's sitting in the chair I was gonna sit in!” Seungmin complained.

“My butt was on this chair before yours, therefore, I'm sitting here!”

“But I was-!”

“Hey does anyone know when Bam Bam is coming back?” Chan interjected. Bam Bam was the section leader last season. Sadly, he went on to college and stopped talking to the clarinet section due to college things.

“Chan, how many times do I have to say that Bam Bam is dead, he isn't the section leader anymore!” Minho said.

“But…. I miss Bam Bam”.

“I miss Bam Bam too,” Jeongin said before running over to Chan and hugging him, both squealing as they fake cried.

“Hey are we actually going to get work done today or are we going to sit here and cry over Bam Bam again?” Hyunjin asked.

“He has a point,” Felix stated.

“I mean, yeah, I get it you miss Bam Bam and all but he'll come and visit us… probably”.

“PROBABLY!?!! WHAT DO YOU MEAN PROBABLY??? HE'S DEFI-” Chan started before Jisung screeched.

“Thank you. Now I'm not usually one who wants to actually get work done in a sectional but I don't know, you're all just disrespecting our section leader Minho,” Jisung replied after he screeched.

“You know what I think? Minho is a witch! He's casting his evil spell onto Jisung to make him want to work on stuff during a sectional or worse, he's casting a love spell onto him!” Everyone gasped and looked at Chan all thinking the same thing Minho is a witch!

“Now listen here shitface, if anything you're the witch for accusing me of such a thing as casting a love spell on Jisung. He has his own weird mind and you thinking I'd do such a thing is criminal in its’ own occurrence. You know what I think of you Chan? You casted a love spell on Bam Bam that's why he never shut up about you last season. I seen you two together all the time, don't act like I didn't,” Minho angrily replied. Everyone looked back and forth between Minho and Chan trying to figure out who the real witch is.

“You know what, I think Chan is the witch as well,” Seungmin interrupted. The room started to fill with arguments as to who the witch was. Is it Chan? Or is it Minho? No, they're both witches.

“WHAT IF WE'RE ALL WITCHES!” Jeongin screamed.

“OH MY GOSH YOU'RE RIGHT,” Woojin screamed back.

“IT COULD BE YOU, OR YOU, OR YOU, OR EVEN ME OH MY GOD!”

“I'M SO SORRY MOM FOR NOT BELIEVING YOU WHEN YOU SAID SINNING WOULD MAKE ME TURN INTO A WITCH,” Seungmin cried. Soon the room was filled with clarinets cluttering the countertops, tear-stained music, loud screeching, and a giant mob of people huddling in a corner crying. They didn’t know what to think, all they could ask themselves over and over again is if they were actually witches. Of course everyone was startled by the situation but soon enough one member calmed down enough to start talking.

“Does… does this make us a coven now?” Changbin asked, still sniffling

“I guess…?” Minho replied.

“No come on we can't be a coven because I'm not a witch,” Chan interjected.

“YES YOU ARE STOP LYING TO US!”

“NO I'M NOT!”

“I don't mean to interrupt but aren't we already a cult? How can we a coven and a cult?” Hyunjin asked.

“CULT! CULT! CULT! CULT!” Felix started yelling, the others soon joining in after him.

“Wait stop yelling!” Jisung shouted. “Okay, obviously Chan has done some acts of witchcraft in the past with Bam Bam, for example, but that doesn't mean all of us are witches-“

“What if instead of becoming a coven we become a sisterhood?” Minho questioned

“And then a coven!” Changbin excitedly stated.

“Maybe...”

“YAY!-“

“But only if we’re all okay with it”. Everyone let out a huge sigh of relief knowing that nobody would be forced to join a coven. Being a sisterhood is only the first step to that however…

“Hey Felix how have you been?” Minho asked whilst holding out his hand to do the sisters wiggly finger… thingy… I don’t know what it’s called okay give me some slack here I’m only an author it’s not like I know everything.

“I’ve been good, you?” Felix replied whilst returning Minho’s sisters wiggly finger gesture thingy.

“I’ve been stressing out man I mean, with the scheduled sectionals starting next week and band camp next month I have a lot to prepare for”.

“Wow, being section leader must be hard work”.

“It really is. I thought it was going to be so much easier than this bu-“ Minho was interrupted by Seungmin’s bottom half of his clarinet falling to the ground.

“NO MY BABY!” Seungmin screamed.

“OH MY GOD IS THE INSTRUMENT OKAY!”

“WHAT HAPPENED TO THE CLARINET!”

“IS SHE ALRIGHT!”

“WHO HURT THE BABY!” The room started to fill with screams as everyone tried to figure out if the Seungmin’s clarinet, which he named Ji-yun, was alright. Ji-yun was okay, Seungmin, however, is still rattled by the situation.

“Seungmin, how many times do we have to remind you to hold Ji-yun from the bottom half not the top half like some uncultured swine!” Hyunjin told Seungmin.

“I- I forget easily… y-y- you all know this,” Seungmin mumbled, still sniffling from the fear that his precious Ji-yun would be broken.

“Hey,” Hyunjin said whilst hugging Seungmin, “She’s okay, if Ji-yun is okay you should be okay as well”. Seungmin shook his head signaling for Hyunjin to let go of him.

“I know but still… Ji-yun is a wood clarinet if she broke I would be paying four hundred dollars worth of repairs-“

“Will you two stop being so cute god, all you two do is remind me of exactly what I don’t have!” Changbin exclaimed.

“What? That you don’t have Fel-“ Hyunjin tried to finish the sentence and was abruptly cut off by Changbin putting his hand over his mouth. We can all just assume what Hyunjin was trying to say and hope we all think the same thing…. *sigh*

“Alright can we have everyone sit down please! We are going to go out onto the field today to work on some marching basics. You know the drill, just go out there and make shapes with your instruments and whatnot,” JYSnake told the band. Everyone hurried out of the music area to go out onto the field except for the clarinet section who kept bickering with their own section members and were slowly, but surely, making it out onto the field.

“You know what witch, you better stop with all of what you’re doing because I am not having any of this,” Woojin said.

“Oh yeah! Well you better watch out I may be shorter than you but that won’t stop me from taking your precious Ye-rin and putting a dent in her,” Changbin angrily replied back.

“No! How could you do that! Ye-rin is a perfectly beautiful clarinet! Put one little dent in her and I will end you shorty!”

“You did not-“

“How would you like it if I bent a key on Gyu, huh? Would you like that!?”

“WILL THE TWO OF YOU JUST SHUT UP ALREADY!? WE BARELY MADE IT OUT THE DOORWAY AND YOU’RE STILL YELLING AT EACH OTHER!” Minho screamed. Everyone was surprised, even people who weren’t in the clarinet section. Minho never raised his voice but when he did you knew he was angry. Everyone remained quiet the rest of the way to the field. To the clarinet section not having any noise feels weird, no, it actually feels very lonely. The section sat down by each other but it was still silent until the youngest boy decided to speak up.

“What… what shape should we make today? I was personally thinking a witch but it doesn’t have to be a witch…” Everyone was still silent until Chan stood up.

“Fine, I’ll admit it now rather than later. I guess we’re all witches so that makes m… me a w-w-w…”

“Oh come on will you just say it already?!” Jisung exclaimed.

“Okay okay! I’m a witch too and I see that now. We’ve all done some bad things so we’re all witches, each and every single one us clarinet playing losers”.

“That was the sappiest yet most weirdest thing I have heard anyone ever say,” Felix stated. Everyone agreed and went along forming a witch with their clarinets. Although the boys weren’t all too happy about being a cult, a sisterhood, and a coven they still have one thing that makes them really happy which is being together in marching band.

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